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.