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Amber Holloway ([personal profile] scribble_puppet) wrote2010-02-16 05:21 pm

Central Silent Hill/Alchemilla Hospital (Foggy World)

Their feet hit gritty pavement.

It's the middle of a block of foggy street in a run-down commercial district. Not the skyscrapers of New York, but squat, huddled old buildings of a quaint New England town. Behind them is a dusty toy store; other storefronts litter the street to either side and in front.

The whole place echoes emptily, the movement of the fog the only sound other than themselves.

Amber scuffs a sneaker on the asphalt. "So... yeah. Here it is."
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[personal profile] futures_of_ash 2010-02-17 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
There was a ripple as Rachel's feet touched ground. A small shockwave that made the ears pop and the mist swirl in agitation. What she held within her soul, the Phoenix, was strange and alien in this dark, vague world. She looked down at the ground thoughtfully, letting her awareness sink into the ground and rise into the air, testing the limits of this little world.

It felt like Silent Hill was sideways and down from the reality Amber should have lived in. That was...odd. She hadn't encountered anything quite like it. "Yeah, part of it." she agreed quietly.

She was here in many capacities; bodyguard, army, friend, whatever Amber needed to get out instead of just visiting a kinder reality. Not a single one of her 'roles' told her what to do now though. "What do you want me to do?" she asked simply.