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Post by Sutton on Sept 12, 2010 19:25:46 GMT -5
Miles wanted me to start off because his introduction was planned to reference mine, and he'd rather I'd explicitly stated myself in the position I was planned to be in first. Hoorah!
"-king a note here, huge success. It's hard to overstate my satis... what the fuck?"
Eric was snatched out of his enjoyment of his music by the dials on his dashboard going absolutely berserk - RPM, Speed and even Fuel spinning wildly with no apparent correspondence to reality. He began to look for a safe place to pull off the road when the engine suddenly failed completely, a sudden burst of black smoke visible in the rear view mirror. He rolled to the side of the narrow mountain road with the momentum he had left, parking the car and turning off his MP3 player as he prepared to go see what the trouble was.
"I guess this is just going to be one of those days... fucking mountains. Fucking fog. Fucking car. Fucking town in the middle of fucking nowhere."
As he dug through the trunk of the '99 Cavalier for his toolbox and went word by word through his supply of curses as he searched each place it was supposed to be, he pondered the events that had brought him here.
His father had passed away a week ago. The doctors had tried to console them, but Eric could see in their faces that they didn't have the slightest clue what had killed him. And to top it all off, he had some sort of hidden safe deposit box in this little mountain town which was apparently important enough Eric needed to get it immediately, but not important enough to actually warrant mentioning in any form other than a posthumous letter. Still, he'd agreed to do it. What else was he going to do, just pretend nothing had happened?
So, he got in his car and drove out to Silent Hill. Well, most of the way there, anyway. 'Hill' was a bit of an understatement, but as Eric retrieved the box of tools and walked around the front of the car to check under the hood, it occurred to him that 'silent' was dead on the money. No singing birds, no crickets; just silence and fog.
"Damn but this place is creepy. You had better not strand me here, you miserable bucket of bolts..."[/b]
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Post by sgtkill on Sept 13, 2010 16:16:51 GMT -5
Jack is lazily walking along the road, his broken Harley wheeling alongside him. The damn thing broke down for no reason a mile or so ago and his been walking ever since. "You'd think that a used bike wouldn't break down a day after you buy it. Fucking car dealership, bunch of cheap con artists. When I get back..." He loses his train of thought when he spots the broken down car of some stranger. He takes his pistol out of his stealth holster and hides it by his side. He begins walking towards the car, when within shouting distance he yells
"Hey, you! Need some help?"
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Post by Sutton on Sept 13, 2010 16:38:54 GMT -5
Attempt to spot Jack's gun fails, attempt to diagnose car indicates that there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
"I don't know! All the stuff under the hood here looks fine, but it won't start. I've never seen anything like it... Say, that bike you're pulling - it just stop for no reason too?"
Eric looks at the approaching figure - sunglasses in this fog, along with the motorbike, fedora and trench coat? Unbelievable. Something about the guy seems a bit suspicious, and Eric tightens his grip on the handle of the toolbox for a moment before catching himself.
Oh yeah, tough guy. What the fuck do you think you're going to do with that? Beat Dick Tracy senseless?
"Look, you from around here? I'm trying to get to Silent Hill. It's just up the road a bit, right?"[/b]
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Post by sgtkill on Sept 13, 2010 16:45:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, just bought the fucking thing yesterday and boom, it shuts down on me a mile back. And no, I am not from around here, and I'm assuming you aren't either."
Jack approaches him quickly, but cautiously, while putting his gun in his coat pocket. He reaches the stranger in a few minutes and extends his left hand to the stranger while keeping his right hand near the pocket with his gun in it.
"Jack Nelson, PI. You?"
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Post by Sutton on Sept 13, 2010 16:52:07 GMT -5
"Eric Redwood."
Eric shakes the guy's hand.
PI. As in private investigator? With that getup, I'd never have guessed. Wow.
"I could take a look at it if you like. Not sure it'll help, but I don't really have anything better to do. In any case, I think it might be another mile or two uphill, so unless I can get this thing started I might just have to walk and call for a tow when I get there."[/b]
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Post by sgtkill on Sept 13, 2010 16:54:59 GMT -5
"Go right ahead, but let me tell you it DOES have a lot of mileage, around 50k. If you can't figure it out, we'll just walk. Its supposed to be good for you, right?"
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Post by Sutton on Sept 13, 2010 17:02:53 GMT -5
Seven Successes on a Conscience boosted Mechanics check say this thing SHOULD be running.
Eric wipes his hands on his pants and puts his tools back in the box, then sighs.
"I can't explain it. This thing should be running great - it's cleaner than a lot of the bikes I've worked on at the shop, and they ran fine. All the parts look like they should be in order, but it just won't start. Oil's good, there's plenty of gas, it should work. There's no reason for it not to be working."
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Post by sgtkill on Sept 13, 2010 17:06:01 GMT -5
Jack sighs at the news, and holsters his pistol, not trying to hide it.
"Great, well we better start walking, and something tells me only more questions will come up."
He starts walking, hands in his pockets. As they walk off, he feels that silence is just not good right now.
"So, what brings you to the middle of nowhere?"
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Post by Sutton on Sept 13, 2010 17:14:59 GMT -5
Ohshit he has a gun - Relax. Relax. If he wanted to shoot you, he could have done that a while ago. Just relax.
"Uh, right. Yeah, hill won't walk up itself."
Smoooooooooth.
The walk gets silent for a moment. It just draws more of Eric's attention to the fog. The lack of any ambient noise. The mysteriously nonfunctional vehicles. The gun.
This REALLY isn't my day, is it. Whatever I did to deserve this...
Jack's question gives him an excuse to stop thinking about it, at least for a moment.[/i]
"Picking a few things up at the bank. How about you? Some sort of case I'd imagine, given that you're a PI."
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Post by sgtkill on Sept 13, 2010 17:18:09 GMT -5
"Technically, I'm not supposed to tell you, client confidentiality and all...."
Jack thinks for a minute, pondering whether or not he really SHOULD tell him what hes here for, and why hes spooked.
"Fuck it, but you may be spooked if I tell you, so want to be sure you really want to know?"
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Post by Sutton on Sept 13, 2010 17:24:31 GMT -5
"Hmm... hunting a serial killer who sabotages people's vehicles then murders them in the fog, and no-one ever finds the body, just the abandoned cars?"
Eric starts to laugh, then looks around. Just fog... and more fog. He can't even see where they left the car anymore.
"... that's not it, right?"
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Post by sgtkill on Sept 13, 2010 17:28:40 GMT -5
"Three months ago, someone approached me with a major job, offered me enough money to live my life in luxury, and I'm only 32. Apparently, his brother-in-law and sister both went to the Silent Hill resort for a weekend of romance, and never came back. After investigating a bit, I discovered that several other people have vanished here as well, one being Elvis Presley-" Jack chuckles at his horrible joke and continues "- So, I'm here to see what happened to the people, and bring them back, alive or dead."
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Post by Sutton on Sept 13, 2010 17:36:57 GMT -5
"That makes my bank-run seem sorta petty. So... good luck on that, I suppose. Not much I could do to help."
Right. Like he'd want some dropout following him around anyway. Wake the fuck up, just because he's a PI doesn't mean he's looking for some sort of plucky sidekick. Idiot.
Heh. He's a hard-boiled private investigator who doesn't play by the rules. He's a college dropout with something to prove. Together, they fight crime.
Eric shakes his head, then looks at his watch. 3:07 PM.[/i]
"We'd better get there soon. Leaving time for getting my stuff, getting a tow truck to pick up the car, fixing it... I don't want to have to spend the night in a place this creepy."
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Post by sgtkill on Sept 13, 2010 17:42:51 GMT -5
"And what if we do? You gonna cry and go home to dadd-oh... wow that was an asshole move. Sorry. If it makes you feel better, I can keep you safe if there actually is something strange with the place, like ghosts and monsters and such."
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Post by Miles on Sept 14, 2010 18:48:14 GMT -5
Perfect. Just Perfect. I paid them for the ticket, and they don't even have the decency to take me all the way to town. "We don't go down this way" he says "Nobody has gone there for years" he says. Old man is off his rocker.
Stephen reaches into his pocket and takes out a piece of paper from his picket, unfolding it carefully.
Our parents? What does that mean?
He walked along, staring blankly at the paper, lost in thoughts about what this place could possibly have to do with him. Hearing voices up ahead, he snaps back to reality and looks up. Seeing two shadows in the fog, he puts his letter back neatly in his pocket, and runs up ahead.
"Hey, you two, wait up for a second."
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