Silent Hill: Awakening

[Houndoom_Lover]

Pre-roleplay note: Casual roleplay. No sign ins. No word count. Just join. If you join late, you were on the bus and being shy. If you join on the bus, you’re on the bus. Or you were in Silent Hill before we got there. Whatever. Be creative. No godmodding. Which may be impossible to do. I can’t tell you, you’ll see. Oh, and I guess I'm some sorta Game Master. I'll just be moving the plot along some major points. Sorta. Just view me as the cutsceens.


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It was just an ordinary every day. Maybe a Thursday, maybe a Tuesday.

A Van Gogh day. Wispy clouds whirled over an intense blue sky, the sun just a prickle high up in it. There was no chance of a snow storm today, the clouds being as wispy as they were. And the sky being so blue. And the air being so crisp and mellow. The wind blew gently through the near barren trees; it knocked off two more dying leaves and brought them over to rest on the red roof of a Bus Station.

A single greyhound bus pulled up. It chugged to a halt in front of the station, fumes floated out from the back in lazy grey round-puffs. It opened its doors. The neon green sign on front read Rockston to Leivoen 3:32 and it was 4:10.

[Blademaster]

"It's about damn time." Blade muttered as the bus pulled up and the door opened. "What took you so long? You're 40 minutes late."

"Thanks for the reminder." the bus driver replied curtly. "Pay the fare and sit down, or get off and wait for the next late bus. Your call."

Blade glared at the driver, but he handed over his two dollars and sat down anyway.

"Prick." he muttered, looking out the window as the bus pulled away. He took his DS out of his pocket and turned it on, hoping that a few rounds of Contra 4 would pass the time. And hoping that the bus would take him to his destination a little bit faster than it had arrived.

[Houndoom_Lover]

The doors of the bus shut smoothly, and the bus driver changed gears. He pulled away from the crub equally smooth, and was on his way.

There were various passengers on board already. A tall man with a beat up tan-coat at erect in the back, looking straight ahead with intense eyes. A woman who was dressed neatly with black hair looked boarded out of the window a few seats in front of him. Someone was coved by a newspaper a seat across from her. And a few more.

The bus smelled slightly of baby vomit. And leather.

They went over the ramp back on the main street, and then it started to snow.

Two lazy flakes hit the windshield.

They were followed by many others shortly.

[Roy Karrde]

C'mon Houndoom you know I encourage uniqueness and such, but atleast put up a sign up and a proper start to the RPG so that people can get a easy grasp on the plot. If you want to start a casual RPG I am all for it, but lets atleast follow some procedure here.

If you want to make changes to the top for sign ups and such to give this atleast some proper start to it, I will be more than happy to reopen it.