((RPing might spark up some creativity again. I am actually considering it now.))

Rusted Memories

((Hey, look at that, I actually wrote something to post here for once! Haha))

           A surreal feeling washed over him him as he gained consciousness. Breathing deeply- nearly gasping actually- he noticed the cold damp air before he even had the energy to open his eyes. Looking around in the darkness, he might as well have kept them closed. It took time for his eyes to adjust but in that time his hands- still feeling incredibly weak- reached out to explore his surroundings. He must've been lying on a dusty floor of broken tiles. Their jagged edges felt gritty under his fingers. His knuckle hit against a cold metal beam and he grasped it to try and pull himself up. A loud metallic sound rang out as his head hit a metal bar above. He quickly held his hands to his head. What a rude awakening... but from what dream was he waking from? He couldn't remember. Stanley allowed his eyes to adjust some more- and for the pain on the back of his head to dissipate- then pulled himself out from under the metal bed frame.

          He sat on the worn mattress trying to piece together the events that led him to this place. His concentration failed him and his head remained empty of memories. Eventually, he decided to feel along the walls of the small room until he came to a boarded up window. By this time, he had gained enough strength to attempt to pull one of the boards off and succeeded after multiple tries only to feel that the barred window was boarded up from the outside as well. Releasing the board did allow some light in and revealed more about the room. The tiles, along with the concrete beneath them, had large dark stains that Stanley decided to ignore. Next to the bed was a bedside table and careful examination of it turned up a durable journal, a cheaply made doll, and finally a sharp kitchen knife tucked just beneath it. Aside from a couple of rusty nails, that was it. 

          Having finished exploring the room, Stanley tried the door. It opened just enough to peek out from but something was jamming it shut. With force, he was able to push it open and move the wheelchair away. Florescent lights flickered in the hallway. It still wasn't much but it was enough to see that most of the place was rusted over. All he could hear was the sound of his own footsteps. It sent a shiver down his spine. This place must be some kind of hospital, but it clearly hasn't been used in a while. What was Stanley doing in a place like this? He still couldn't think. His mind felt rusted over like the empty hallway. Suddenly, the sound of a gasp made him freeze in place. He hesitantly decided to go towards the sound. He discovered another room almost identical to the one he woke up in. Light filtered through broken boards at the window and revealed two silhouettes standing near to each other. 

          "Ah- Hello?" Stanley's voice cut through the silence catching their attention. The two women gasped and turned quickly- almost mechanically. "How did I get... here?" Having to speak over more gasps and other various noises made him feel nervous and slightly embarrassed. The two figures moved towards him, both limping and twitching as their heads moved side to side. "How do I get... out... of here?" One of the figures moved close enough to Stanley for him to see her deformed face. Terror struck him as he instinctively dodged beneath the swipe of a scalpel and before he knew it he had made it to the end of the hallway. He pushed at a door only to find that it was locked so he spun around and entered the door across from it. He managed to find an old broom and he jammed the door shut with the handle. 

          He weaved through the cafeteria tables until he was far enough away from the door, then sat beneath a dim light trying to make out what the journal entries say. He could tell it was his own handwriting but the entries confused him. "Did I write these? I don't remember..." Another look at the doll sparked something- a fragment of a memory perhaps? A jolt of energy had him up and on his feet at the sound of someone trying to open the door. He dove beneath a table and there he sat, crouched and unmoving. "I have to get out of here!" He thought.

((Actually, I think I can still write as Stanley. I still kind of want to actually. So if I make accounts for my OC’s I’ll do that on a different blog. Or maybe on the same one. It’d be easier than switching from account to account. I’d like to see how Louis fares in the world of Silent Hill.))

So it’s actually pretty difficult for me to find a face claim for a half-Indian half-Arab girl with short brown half-buzzed hair... and I didn’t even add her ear gauges, piercings, or dark clothing to the searches. Oh well. I give up. Haha

I’m having so much difficulty finding a possible face claim for a character but it’s boosting my confidence. I feel so creative and I’m now thinking that the character must be fairly unique... Although I may just be terrible at searching.

It’s kind of difficult to find face claims but I did find two models who’s images could be used as Nathaniel and Louis.

Vigo Beck for Nathaniel, though Nathaniel has tanner skin (He spend a lot of time swimming in the ocean) and slightly darker hair

Paul Craddock for Louis, though Louis has burns all over his torso (from a house fire), a scar across his mouth, and a tattoo on his neck

So that’s two characters. This is fun. I seriously should’ve thought of this sooner.

((I might turn this into a blog to kick around ideas for my VN and the planned sequel. If I RP again, I am so tempted to use one or two or several of the characters in the story. The character that quickly became my favorite is actually sort of similar to Stanley now that I think about it.))

((I was beginning to think I wouldn’t ever remember how to log onto this account but I got it!))

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