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Team 3: Betrayal of Mistletoe [Jul. 14th, 2006|11:18 pm]
Would You Like a Rust Sandwich?


This is the second post for Hellboy, Kate, Warren, and Leon. If you are on one of the other teams, please do not read this post until the game is over! The information contained herein could give some things away!

Old Silent Hill notes
Wandering monsters are again described at the end of this post. This post needs to be completed on or before July 19th.

You begin outside of Alchemilla Hospital in the east side of Old Silent Hill. East and West Old Silent Hill are connected by a bridge.
Old Silent Hill (East) map.
Old Silent Hill (West) map.

Old Silent Hill
Outside Alchemilla Hospital
It's nighttime, and Silent Hill is living up to its name. No sound can be heard from the town except for your own footsteps on grimy pavement.

On the sidewalk is a chalk drawing of an angry-looking sun chewing on a crying stick figure of a child. Atop the drawing is a cassette player. Inserting the tape into the player, you hear what sounds like a recording of a radio talk show:
"Well folks, yesterday, summer solstice, longest hottest and sunniest day of the year saw a lot of activity locally, didn't we Tony?"

"Definitely right about that, Pat, a crime spree that police are saying, they're saying these are unrelated crimes, now, and people just tend to go a little crazier in the summer heat. What do we have here, now, uh, ah here we go. Robert Fitzpatrick, age 43, died in Brookhaven Hospital yesterday, police say he was stabbed six times by a delirious roommate who mistook Fitzpatrick for his daughter-in-law. Ouch. In Lakeside Amusement Park, Carrie Stanz, age 13, became separated from her school group, and anonymous reports tell us she was accosted and sexually assaulted by a park employee. Just goes to show, folks, never trust a clown! (beeping noise, hosts laugh) Teenagers! A group of teenagers, reportedly intoxicated, pushed over and shattered tombstones in our very own Cemetary last night at around two in the morning, and one of them was subsequently arrested there for indecent public exposure. Way to go, kids. Pat, you take a couple, this is just depressing."

"All right! Hmmm, let's see, oh, here's a good one! Police this morning found the decaying body of one Eleanor Marie Cappaletti, age 27, on the shore of Toluca Island. Reports say that she died of strangulation and posthumously suffered multiple gunshot wounds to the face and chest, and her darling fiancee is currently the number one suspect after police learned of a phone call he made to a friend in which he accused her of sexual indiscretions. Unfortunately for her grieving family, surprise surprise, her darling fiancee's body was also found in his apartment this morning! An apparent suicide. I don't have any notes here on the method, but apparently, there are pictures already up on the internet, and it was gruesome, ladies and gentlemen. Jimmy Marine was transported to Alchemilla Hospital, where he died. See ya in Hell, Jimbo! What else, what else... John Doe, unidentified hobo, dead in Rosewater Park, blah blah blah, oh, here we go! 23-year old Darius Boca attempted to rob 16-year old Derek Jensen at knifepoint as Derek was waiting for his father to pick him up from choir practice at Balkan Church yesterday. When Jensen proved not to have any money, Boca assaulted him, stabbing him twice in the chest. Neighbors witnessed the attack, but declined to call the police until five minutes after Boca had already made his hasty retreat. Nice going there, everyone. I think that's enough for this morning, don't you?"

"Pretty much, Pat. Always glad to be a member of the human race on a day like this!"

The Streets of Silent Hill
The shops and houses look as though they haven't seen human activity in many years. Paint is cracked and peeling from the walls, and a layer of dust is settled over the doorknobs. Most of the buildings cannot be entered; windows are boarded up, and door locks are jammed. In some cases, the doors even seem to have melded oddly with their frames. The streets are impassable at some points as noted on the map, blocked off by impossibly tall chain link fence and razor wire.

Toy Shop
A few small mannequins hang on strings from the ceiling in such a way that they seem to be pointed at you as you enter. A whole row of cotton-stuffed dolls in blue dresses have had their heads torn off. A small knife sits amongst a cluster of sad-faced clown dolls.

The Bridge
The bridge is lowered, and easy to pass over. If you should look over the sides, though, you will see no water. Instead of a tributary, it seems to be suspended over endless darkness.

Pet Shop
Cages that once contained cats, birds, hamsters and mice are all empty with no evidence that they were ever used. Several large wire cages intended for dogs, though, are still occupied even now. Rotting Sniffer dogs lie dead in each and every one, riddled with bullets, and the floor is sticky with their blood.

Balkan Church Exterior
On the large double doors to the ordinary-looking Balkan Church are drawn two things. The first is an angry-looking sun, pointing and smiling maliciously at you. The second is a bit of verse:
"Transgressions committed
are forgiven within.
To unlock sweet redemption,
consult the landscape of sin.

Neither motive nor measure,
nor method nor victim,
but places left tainted
are your order and dictum."
Next to the door is a keypad, the standard 3x3 with numbers 1-9. A little sun is drawn on its side. Check your puzzle solutions with a GM to determine if the doors open.

Balkan Church
The entryway of the church is dim and dark, empty space whistling in the air of a high, vaulted ceiling. There is a font of what was once holy water, perhaps, but it is dried up, only black stains streaking the stone bowl. A number of paintings line the walls, but they are so worn and stained their subjects are difficult to discern. One features a hulking red figure; no amount of weathering can obscure its bulk. Across the way the portrait is even more smeared; the only discernible object is a wavering halo of flame. There is another door, leading to the Hallway.

The hallway looks quite plain, if lightless and unkempt like everywhere else in this town. There are two doors along each side, and large double-doors at the far end. On the four smaller doors are written, "Sisters," "Brothers," "Fathers," and "Daughters." On the double-doors are written "Mothers" and "Suns." The "Fathers" door is locked, the other four doors are unlocked.

Apparently the bedroom of some member of the church clergy. The closet does not contain priestly smocks or habits or anything so familiar, but strange red and white robes. Hanging on the wall is an oil painting of a pregnant young woman with shoulder-length dark hair and a corona about her head. She's chained to a wall by her hands and feet and is on fire, some flesh reddened and blackened, but oddly, looks blissfully happy about it. A bronze plaque at the bottom reads, "Holy Mother." Someone has slashed the painting from one corner to another.

This seems to be a priest's study, but all the pages in the books are torn out and missing, and the desk is smashed into a million pieces, as though dropped from a great height or as though someone spent several hours on it with an axe.

This seems to be one half of a confessional, the half intended for a penitent rather than the clergyman. The grated window to the other half is shut tight, and hanging above it is not a cross, but a symbol that looks like an open eye. The symbol itself seems to be bleeding, a slow lazy drop that runs down the wall and lands with a patter on the handle to the sliding confessional window.

"Mothers and Suns"
Beyond the double-doors is the church sanctuary. It's cramped and claustrophobic; you seem to jostle against each other even when you are far apart. It’s an odd quirk of perception—from the outside it looked broad, even roomy. Many of the pews have been overturned, making picking a path difficult. The only light in the room is a dull, watery glow over the altar, on which rests a book. The book with a marked off page which reads:
"Bless my mouth that these words read
offer passage free from dread

Bless my eyes that they may see
the veils shall be as glass to me

Bless my ears that they may hear
the silence in the spaces clear

Bless my hands that they may reach
the walls of other planes to breach

Bless my feet that they may walk
between the worlds, safe paths unlock

Bless my mind, Lord keep me sane
protect this traveller from all pain

All these things shall come to me
if Thou seest fit, provide the key."
An explanation beneath the verse is written in Latin, proclaiming this to be an incantation which will open a path between spirit world and the real world, provided one has a sacred object with such a portaling power in one's possession to focus the incantation upon.

Picking the book up feels like pulling an object from tar, and when it is freed, the room seems to shift and swirl around you. There is no sound, no light, but somehow everything seems loud and disorienting. Eventually the chaos builds to a frenzy and the walls ceiling and floor themselves begin to change. Long, wooden arms, patterned with wiry sinew and pulsing veins reach out to swipe and strike at you and your team members. These arms can be cut away, but more will always be produced. This "monster" will be more difficult to battle than any of the others encountered thus far.
Every so often, a bubbling sound preceeds a shrieking face appearing on a wall, floor, or ceiling amidst the arms. This is only visible for a short time, and then it sinks back into the surface it came from. Silencing its shriek—which means destruction of the face—will calm down the maelstrom and end the battle.

When all is returned to relative ‘peace’ the altar itself will sink into the floor, revealing a doorway behind it, to a secret room. This room contains another altar, but it isn’t nearly as benign as the one previous. The surface of the altar itself is splattered in red and thick, black sludge. An overturned goblet drips what appears to be spilled blood. Just beyond the altar looms a hole, about four feet in diameter and ringed with symbols written in red. Its darkness is endless, and you cannot see the bottom.

We strongly recommend against passing through this hole without a way to exit the world. And hopefully by now, it is July 19th. Please inform the GMs when your characters use the hole, and congratulations, you have completed your two worlds!

Enter THE HOLE? [yes] [no]

All monsters can be killed. If you want to go for extra atmosphere, monsters may get back up again after being knocked down unless you stomp them good. ;-)

Appearance: A large odd-looking fleshy creature, with semi-hardened skin in some places, and exposed wiry musculature in others. It has oversized hands for feet, and there's just a lump where its head should be. Its actual head, with a contorted human face, takes the place of a lower torso. It groans occasionally as it moves, and when it's struck.
Movement: It gets around using its oversized hands, and has no problem balancing on one to take a swipe with the other. It can "sprint" at the same speed that a person can.
Attacks: It attacks by striking the target with one of its oversized hands, and packs a surprising amount of strength in the blow. Note that, because it attacks with what is effectively a leg, it cannot attack while on the move.
Defenses: Its skin is somewhat hardened, deflecting some blunt melee blows. It takes a lot of damage to take it down.
Probable Location: On the streets.

Gumhead (Grey or Red)
Appearance: It stands about 5'5'' and looks and sounds apelike. Its flesh seems to be rotting, and some of them have a second face apparently trying to emerge from its neck. Some of them carry long blunt weapons, lead pipes or branches or golf clubs or the like. Often appear in groups of 2-4.
Movement: They walk on two legs like a human, awkward-looking but surprisingly nimble on their feet. You can outrun them, but they're pretty good at dodging hits.
Attacks: Attacks with its blunt weapon, or just trying to pummel you with its hands. They're quiet adept at stealing a melee weapon from your hands and turning it against you.
Defenses: Tough to get solid hits on in melee, and because of its jerky movements, it's hard to shoot consistently. It takes a fair beating to take one down.
Probable Location: Anywhere.

Appearance: A bat-like creature with a long sharp beak. Its wingspan is about two handspans, and it sounds like a buzzing insect as it flies. Tends to hide in a shadowy spot, in a corner or under an awning, until you pass by. They usually come in groups of 3-6.
Movement: Flies, but isn't very agile in the air.
Attacks: Scrapes or gashes you with its hooked proboscis as it flies by. Not very damaging.
Defenses: One blow is enough to elicit a bird-like screech and take it out.
Probable Location: On the streets.

Sniffer Dog
Appearance: Patches of it have fur, but the rest looks as though it's had its skin carefully stripped away. Its long tongue drags along the ground, and it's often found feeding on the corpses of dead Sniffers. Tend to appear in packs of 2-3.
Movement: Just like normal dogs. Very difficult to outrun.
Attacks: Mostly biting, sometimes clawing as well.
Defenses: A couple of blows are enough to take it down.
Probable Location: On the streets, and in the Pet Shop.

Although appearance, speed, and power vary by Victim, all ghosts behave essentially alike.
Appearance: Ghosts make low strange moaning noises from time to time, but are otherwise silent.
Movement: Ghosts float, sometimes just above ground, sometimes well above it. They can pass through walls, but it's a difficult process. They must struggle to pull themselves through, leaving trails behind them of what looks like molasses (see linked image). For this reason, most ghosts will not bother to pursue you if you go to another location.
Attacks: -An "aura of damage" surrounds all ghosts. If you are within about ten feet of the ghost, it begins to affect you, growing stronger the closer to the ghost that you are. Your life begins to literally leave you. This manifests as a feeling of weakness, red and blurred vision, a buzzing or ringing in your ears, and a headache so powerful that it can effectively paralyze you at close range to the ghost. Any open wounds that you have may begin to bleed badly, and you feel cold. A healthy person exposed to this effect uninterrupted for about three minutes, dies. If you are wearing a Saint Medallion, however, the effect on you is completely negated.
-The voluntary attack that ghosts use is to reach into your chest cavity and constrict your heart, paralyzing you and causing more and more harm the longer the contact is maintained. Sometimes this attack causes blood to appear over the entry point, but it does not actually cause a wound. Ghosts are reluctant to touch you if you're wearing a Saint Medallion.
Defenses: Ghosts cannot die. Dealing a sufficient amount of melee damage will cause them to fall to the ground and be inactive for about 15 seconds. Usually, this takes the equivalent of several axe blows, or a full clip of regular ammunition. Shooting a ghost with a single silver bullet causes them to the ground and writhe, gasping and making a strange sucking noise, for about 30 seconds.

Victim 01
Appearance: A tall bald man, dripping and decaying, in tattered black clothes.
Attacks: His "aura" and physical attack are the weakest of the ghosts, and he's not very fast, either.
Probable Location: In Balkan Church.

Victim 12
Appearance: A teenage boy in a brown beanie hat, his head slowly wobbles from side-to-side in an unnatural way.
Attacks: His attacks deal moderate damage, but he's not very aggressive.
Probable Location: On the streets.

Victim 14
Appearance: A man in a brown sweater. Sometimes, as he reaches for you, you can hear the sound of bones wetly cracking.
Attacks: Quite aggressive, and his "aura" saps life more quickly than those of the previous ghosts.
Probable Location: In Balkan Church.

Victim 17
Appearance: A young man perpetually on fire, writhing in agony. If you're wearing a Saint Medallion, the fire that covers him dies down a bit. He holds a broken metal chalice in one hand.
Attacks: Victim 17 can use the jagged chalice as a gashing weapon in addition to the usual attacks. He's somewhat slow, and his heart-constricting attack causes moderate damage, but his aura is unusually powerful. Additionally, the flames can and will burn those who fight him at close range, even those who are usually impervious to fire.
Probable Location: In Balkan Church.

Victim 18
Appearance: A fat balding shirtless man with the numbers "18121" carved into his bulging stomach. His eyes are white and rolled back in his head, and he sometimes sings a garbled, eerie, warbling wordless song. He sometimes appears wielding a nightstick.
Attacks: Very slow, but his attacks are very powerful, and it takes a lot of damage to take him down.
Probable Location: In Balkan Church.

[User Picture]From: bprds_righthand
2006-07-16 05:52 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

HB drops down as Walter enters the shop raining down gunfire. He gets his last shot off, aiming for the man's firing arm. He then prays he has enough time to get another 6 bullets in from a speed loader before either Walter's gun or hatchet are turned on him.
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[User Picture]From: venus_afflicted
2006-07-16 06:11 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Choking, giving a sharp yelp as that pull on his shirt jerks his arm. Fucking hell, it was starting to hurt. Why the fuck did the movies say it went numb, because hello, it wasn't. Whimpering a little, hating himself for that as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

He nodded though, stumbling as he moved in the direction Leon shoved him, even as he tried to get some sort of concentration to fight back.
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[User Picture]From: governmentninja
2006-07-16 06:31 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Leon noticed Walter's reaction to the dogs, and an idea started to form in his head. He looked at his arm again and muttered "God damnit", but ignored it, for now.

He looked around at the pet supplies, and noted that there wasn't much there, but there were a couple pieces of plastic around. Those would have to do.

He quickly knocked down a few of the animal cages onto Walter, and grabbed a small glass fishtank and tossed it at him. Hopefully, that would slow him.

"Cover me! I have a plan!"
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From: red_rooms_child
2006-07-16 06:37 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Walter angrily swatted the cages away and caught the fish tank head on, throwing him slightly off balance.
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[User Picture]From: bprds_righthand
2006-07-16 07:00 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

While Leon is throwing the fish tank, Hellboy is busy reloading. Having Walter slowed a little gives him just about enough time.
"You got it..."

Once the cylinder is snapped in place, he raises the revolver to aim for Walter's chest.
"Hey, Wally!! Over here!"
He fires and stands to keep Walter's attention. Hopefully he can distract the guy enough for whatever plan Leon is working on.
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[User Picture]From: venus_afflicted
2006-07-16 07:10 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Words. Cover. Okay, he can do this. Can't he? Turning, Warren gathered himself and started tossing again. One handed this time, his one arm just hurting too bad to even think about trying to make with the attack.
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[User Picture]From: governmentninja
2006-07-16 07:37 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Leon opened the cages that the dogs rotting corpses were in, then grabbed the pieces of plastic, and used them to cover his hands.

Walter seemed to hate the dogs, even shooting their corpses. Leon took that as a sign of a possible weakness, and right now, any weakness needed to be exploited. He wanted to see just how much Walter hated those dogs. So he grabbed one of the corpses by the collar, pulled it from the cage, and hurled it at Walter.

This was probably the single most putrid, disgusting, and morbid plan Leon had ever come up with. But right now, he was perfectly ok with that, and he was already grabbing another dead dog to toss at Walter.

It occurred to Leon that he should be bothered by this. But he wasn't. If anything, he was slightly amused at the sheer insanity of throwing dead dogs at a god to see if he was afraid of them. And that he wasn't the least bit bothered by this had started to bother him, but he squashed those concerns.

That was how Leon dealt with stressful situations, he did what he felt he had to do, and worried about it later.
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From: red_rooms_child
2006-07-16 03:51 pm (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Walter's distraction by Hellboy left him unprepared to block the rotting carcass which just landed on his head.

"....Eh? Aaaah!" he screamed, throwing it to the floor and firing 13 rounds into it. He angrily struck the next carcass with his hatchet, bi-secting it.

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[User Picture]From: bprds_righthand
2006-07-17 03:50 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Well there's an interesting plan... Halfway out of ammo again by the time the dogs are hitting Walter, Hellboy opts to try for Leon's tactic.

He moves over to tear the door off another of the cages and haul the carcass out by it's collar. The stone right hand grips both hind legs at once, hoisting the dog high.
"Sorry, pooch... it's for the greater good."

Keeping the Samaritan in the other hand, Hellboy wields the dead animal against Walter like a club of meat and bone. He only wishes this is the strangest fight he'd ever been in.
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[User Picture]From: venus_afflicted
2006-07-17 03:55 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Okay, seriously at this point? Warren's pretty sure their goal is to just watch him literally vomit up his own stomach. Grabbing Kate, he made a face as the wound tore a little with the motion. Thank god for black shirts. He hadn't even stopped to see if the bullet had cleared and, with all that pain, he sure as fuck couldn't tell.

"Come on,' he snarled, yanking her towards the back storeroom and, please god, please, the door that should be there.

Finding one, giving it a sharp kick and, when that didn't work, taking hold of the door knob and flairing up his fire until it literally melted off in his hand... and into his hand. Shoving Kate at the door, he gave a quick shake of his hand, bits of molten metal flying.

"COME ON!" Hollering back, pausing a moment to wait and see if they followed.
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[User Picture]From: governmentninja
2006-07-17 04:03 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

This was going to make a very strange story, especially when he has to explain how he thought up this plan.

He pulled out and tossed another corpse at Walter, when he heard Warren's scream. Hopefully, the kid found an exit.

Taking out his .45, he fired three shots at Walter's legs, then as he turned ad headed towards the back he shouted at Hellboy, "Shoot him in the face and let's move!"
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[User Picture]From: _monsters_
2006-07-17 04:23 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Walter's is eerily blank of any expression as another dog carcass lands at his feet with a wet squelch, but his eyes are unusually telling.

Fear. Confusion.

There is no other choice in him but to raise his gun and fire on the mangled forms that Leon and Hellboy hurled at him.

The others make their exit as blood is spilling from bullet holes on his body. There's a disturbing grey pallor to his skin, but it's not the wounds that caused it. In other circumstances, seeing their retreat, he would be laughing, but not in here, where the child within screams in terror, silently behind his eyes. He drops the hatchet, and as the group files out the back door, he looks at them with perfect certainty. And slowly, deliberately, raises a hand to point at them.
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[User Picture]From: bprds_righthand
2006-07-17 04:32 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Hellboy doesn't care for the pointing at all. He gets enough of that crap as it is without freak-show corpses of dead serial killers pointing at him.

"You wanna point at people? I can play that game too."
He levels his gun with the center of Walter's face and fires as he backs away. He gives a second shot, just to be sure, and turns to run for the back door with the rest of the team.
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[User Picture]From: venus_afflicted
2006-07-17 04:36 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Warren gives up waiting when he sees Leon, trusting that Hellboy is close behind. Coming up behind Kate, nudging her back toward the steet and then, seeing the church, running that way.

And finding the door locked.

Growling, giving it a hard kick for good measure before actually looking at the door. Sounding winded, voice tight with pain, he reads the poem.

"Transgressions committed
are forgiven within.
To unlock sweet redemption,
consult the landscape of sin.

Neither motive nor measure,
nor method nor victim,
but places left tainted
are your order and dictum."

He slams his fist against the door. "Fuck you, Walter. Motherfucking warped bastard son of a syphilis infested goat.'

Spinning around, trying to calm himself, knowing that his mood wasn't going to help him figure out what the fuck was needed to get past the entrance. Some part of him wondered about churchs here and would it be safe... or even worse than anything else.
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[User Picture]From: governmentninja
2006-07-17 04:45 am (UTC)

Re: Old Silent Hill - The Pet Shop

Leon followed Warren outside, and looked back every few seconds to make sure Hellboy was still with them.

When he got to the church, he looked at the keypad, then at the poem. "..fuck. Any idea what that's supposed to mean?"

Getting pieces of of a key, or moving statues onto pressure sensitive panels? Sure, Leon could do that. Poetry? Not so much.

He looked back to see if Walter was coming, then back at the poem. "'But places left tainted are your order and dictum... does that mean places we've been?"
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