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2012-07-07 01:03 am
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This thing is covered in Homecoming spoilers. Just thought I'd let you know gently.

PLAYER INFORMATION

Your Name: Ashlee
OOC Journal: [personal profile] bushyeyebrows
Under 18? If yes, what is your age?: Nope, I'm over 18
Email + IM: ashtraydentist@aol.com // ashtraydentist @ AIM


CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Alex Shepherd
Canon: Silent Hill: Homecoming (come on game logo, put a colon in there)
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: Post-game, Smile Ending (riiiight as he's walking out of Silent Hill, har har)
Number: 008 » 040


Appearance: This dude here, minus the pipe.
Age: 22

Setting:

Silent Hill
Silent Hill in Homecoming.
Shepherd's Glen (hometown/Silent Hill's dorky cousin we don't talk about)

History:

Let's start really far back--back in the day 150 years prior, there were people involved in Silent Hill who wanted to create their own town, being pretty much through with the ways of their old place. So the Shepherd family and three other families created Shepherd's Glen, a neighboring, cozy place on the skirts of Toluca Lake. Of course, splitting away from Silent Hill has certain... consequences. And because of this, they're forced to make a pact for their god that is as follows: every fifty years, the son or daughter of a founding member must be sacrificed in specific ways to appease said pact.

More than a century later, we have Alex, born in 1985 to Lillian and Adam Shepherd. During the next 18 years they would keep themselves distanced from Alex, because they chose him to sacrifice to the pact--by doing this and staying unattached, they hoped to kill him easier. A decade after Alex (and after many attempts), the Shepherds have a second son, Joshua, who they're able to openly love and treat like a real son. Alex starts to act out, and one of the ways he does is by taking Joshua out on the lake against his father's wishes on the 150th Anniversary of the town.

Cut to four years later. Alex dreams an unsettling (and ultimately prophetic, through Silent Hill's supernatural mad skillz) dream repeatedly as he rests in a hospital, discharged from duty in the army. He feels as though something bad is about to happen--or has already happened--to his brother, so he leaves and hitchhikes back to Shepherd's Glen (with the help of a certain trucker named Travis). When he arrives, he finds the entire place is nearly abandoned and a complete wreck, as is his house. When he finds his mother he questions what's going on, but she offers no concrete answers and seems suicidal. Taking the gun from her, he ventures into the basement and finds it a.) flooded and b.) containing a monster

Suffice to say, he beats the tar out of it. Looks like the monsters in his nightmares are kinda sorta real.

He leaves home and runs into his longtime friend Elle Holloway, who's hanging up missing posters all over town--people have been disappearing and no one knows why. She gives him a radio to contact Deputy Wheeler, they have a chat, and he ventures off to get his gun repaired by Curtis Ackers (who is secretly a douche). Apparentally, all the clocks in town are stopped at 2:06 and no one knows why or how to fix it. After romping through the spooky corridors of the Grand Hotel he finally finds Mayor Bartlett drunk off his gourd and fresh from unburying graves. Alex tries to get something out of him, since his son Joey is Joshua's best friend and also missing, but he gets nothing all that helpful. Well, except for what boils down to a 'YO' DADDY!' joke. Rude.

Their little talk is cut short when a large monster canonically dubbed Supulcher appears and tells the mayor to talk to the hand, crushing him in the most epic low-five in Shepherd Glen history; this fella' is a representation of Joey Bartlett, who's already been sacrificed by his father via burial. Alex manages to kill the creature, but in a fit of unconsciousness [that happens a lot] he falls through a hole and wakes up alive and well in a prison cell--

wait, what.

Deputy Wheeler appears and asks him what the hell's going on, and after a heated moment Alex admits what happened to Bartlett, and that there are monsters all over the town. Wheeler agrees and has also seen these creatures; he'd barricaded himself away for protection. Letting Alex go free, he tells him they need to escape, and soon. Unfortunately Wheeler's separated from him in the struggle to escape and he's forced to continue on his own until he's outside. That's where he finds Elle, trying to flee from a large monster known as a Siam. After killing it with the shotgun Wheeler gave him they go into the sewers in an attempt to escape being surrounded.

They sit for a breather and Elle reveals that her sister Nora, too, is missing--of course neither realize that it's because their mother sacrificed her through suffocation, as decided by the pact. Also rude. Despite their best efforts, Elle and Alex are also split up. Wheeler contacts Alex when he's above ground and tells him to find Dr. Fitch, the resident doctor of Shepherd's Glen. Unfortunately, he's not in very good shape--physically or mentally. Alex finds him outside covered in self-inflicted cuts holding a scalpel, and wanting to help pursues him into the clinic. Probably to tell him he's doing this whole 'doctor' thing wrong. When Alex finds the doctor's daughter, Scarlet's, replicated room inside, he's dragged into the Otherworld and has to trek through Dr. Fitch's warped mindset come to life. 

He finds Dr. Fitch in the middle of a pool of blood, still inflicting wounds "to repent for his sins", and Alex tries to talk him down, offering him Scarlet's doll in the hopes that maybe it means something. Of course that doll just manifests into a representation of Fitch's daughter, who he sacrificed via "the blade", or dismemberment. She kills the doctor by biting off his head like it's a twinkie and then attempts to kill Alex. She falls to Alex, too, and soon after he wakes up in the daughter's room as if he'd never left it. As it turns out, there's a key hidden in Scarlet's doll.

He runs off to Town Hall and finds/unlocks a secret passageway, where he finds a ceremonial dagger--as it turns out, this is a special key his father used to use to unlock special doors across Shepherd's Glen, one of which was his special hunting room. Backtracking to that hunting room, he finds a key to his own attic and eventually stumbles across a ring with his family crest on it in there. Along with the ring is a note by his father, saying he's gone to Silent Hill. It mentions that he had 'to choose one son'. Thanks dad. Thanks for making it so hard to find you. 

When Alex confronts his mother on the letter, soldiers of the Order interrupt and drag her off as the entire house becomes the Otherworld. Alex realizes, upon waking up, that there's a door that's appeared that can only be opened by solving four different puzzles (all of which make up the family's past and guilt). When he solves the puzzle his house returns to normal and he leaves, finding Elle and Wheeler. They all decide to venture to Silent Hill by boat in the hopes of finding out the truth of what's going on. As they get close, however, they're ambushed by the Order and Alex falls off the boat, leaving Wheeler and Elle to be kidnapped in the same fashion as his mother (I'm noticing a pattern....). It takes some detours, but eventually he finds himself in the Overlook Penitentiary, where everyone had been taken.

Including his mother. She's strapped to a torture device and begs Alex to put her out of her misery, as she's being ripped in half by the machine. He gives into her begging and kills her with his handgun before continuing onward in his search for Joshua, Elle, and Wheeler. He finds the latter in the Otherworld and they rescue Judge Holloway from Asphyxia, a representation of Nora Holloway. Alex kills the monster by giving her a piggyback ride, but not before Wheeler is sucked through the walls by it. Unable to find Elle there, he changes course and 'follows' Joshua's figure into a church--it's there that he forgives his father's spirit in a confessional, before finding Adam Shepherd in the flesh tied up and unable to move. Adam apologizes for everything and reveals that Alex was never in a war, and was never a soldier. The dog tags Alex wears aren't his, but his father's old ones. He claims that Alex delusioned himself into thinking that after an "accident". Before he can say any more than that, the Bogeyman--a creature more than likely created from Alex's psyche--appears and cuts Adam down the middle while his son watches on in horror. 

Jesus.

He follows the path of the monster down a flight of stairs, but is knocked unconscious by Curtis (remember that asshole?) and dragged off to a small torture room where Judge Holloway is waiting for him. She tells him about the pact and how Adam Shepherd had effectively broken it, causing Shepherd's Glen to erode into what it was when Alex arrived. She admits to murdering her daughter Nora as well, claiming everything she did, she did for family. She also admits that in order to survive, they would have to return to the Order--and that anyone who opposed it would be killed. Curtis leaves to torture and kill Elle while the judge begins to drill into Alex's leg, but luckily he's able to break free and kill her first. Whadda' rude lady. After finding and killing Curtis, he and Elle flee and find Wheeler post-torture, fatally wounded (it's not clear if he lives or not from the ending, but considering how it all goes down I'm gonna say he died from his wounds later on--dude he had like 10 knives in his chest, you don't just limp away from that).

Alex leaves Elle and Wheeler to go face-off the truth, where he realizes he was the one who was supposed to be killed. A repressed memory of him and his brother returns to him as well: that during the 150th Anniversary, they snuck out in a boat at night. Alex had done it out of resentment for his father, and when he teases Joshua, the little boy reveals that their father gave him the family ring. Alex takes the ring and taunts Joshua with it, and when his brother tries to pull the necklaced band out of Alex's hand he slips, breaking his neck against the side of the boat before falling into the waters.

This broke the pact, as Joshua was not the child chosen.

Still in Dramatic Flashback Mode, Adam Shepherd finds his son's body while Alex goes into shock--eventually a delusional shock that makes him think Josh isn't dead--and is sent to a mental institution by his father; when the town asks where Alex had gone, Adam never told them the truth. It appears that Adam also hid the fact that Joshua died as well--probably to further protect his family from the judgement of the other three families. Alex, finally remembering what he'd done, fights against a representation of Joshua and kills the creature--it 'births' Joshua's lifeless body, and Alex apologizes to it, leaving the family ring and his flashlight with the corpse.

He escapes through the sewers and finds Elle alive and well; they help support each other as they walk away through the city.

Alex is probably filing for therapy sessions as we speak.


Personality:

(Warning topics--Talks of mental institutions, shocktherapy, partially physical and mental/verbal abuse from family, delusions. Usual Silent Hill topics.)

... Okay.

Alex had a lot of issues by the time he was 18--his folks certainly wouldn't win any 'Parents of the Year' awards. He was mostly reserved and tried to keep to himself, leaving the sibling to garner the love and support from their folks while he tried to scrape up any scraps of acceptance he could find, wherever he could find it. As a child he'd spent a lot of time trying to find a way to gain his family's attention, but unfortunately none of his efforts spawned anything more than the usual impassive parenting. After Josh was born, he just sort of gave up on those chances for acknowledgement and stuck to 'me myself and I' for a long time. The only two 'close' people that really impacted his life [positively] was his friend Elle and his brother, even despite the favoritism. He would try to play brother's protector and wanted to be someone strong and safe and capable, so he often went out of his way to try and prove those capabilities. But he was often hit by bouts of bitterness and sometimes took it out on the people around him--verbally, mostly, and especially toward his little brother, because as much as he loved him, he also hated a lot of things surrounding him. He's Brother Tsun, in a sense--at one point he impatentialy snaps at his brother for being loud in the bottom bunk, but soon after solves the boy's problems by letting him borrow his flashlight for the dark. It's not an entirely unhealthy sibling relationship, but one dampened by circumstances.

He had a stretch of time where he was particularly defiant toward his father, who'd constantly reminded him he'd never amount to anything--his father also often tried to turn Joshua away from Alex, so often times he'd feel like an unwanted stranger. As someone with few attachments, he didn't particularly care if he was a jerk sometimes, as mentioned with his brother. He makes a pretty clear change from age 18 to 22, and even though a lot of it is spawned from a non-reality (becoming a soldier), he's still softened and gotten better from that unfortunate moment on Toluca Lake where he temporarily lost touch with reality.

Alex is one of those guys who's nice and trying his damnedest where and when he can, while still being very withdrawn and quiet--half from awkwardly developed social skills, another from powerfully manifesting guilt and trauma. It's also probable that he's withdrawn from an authoritarian family who were particularly harsh (when he's physically and verbally reprimanded for entering his father's hunting room against the rules, for example). It was more than likely a source of embarassment for him, knowing how strong that hold was over him, especially in the presence of Elle or Josh, who saw his unusual treatment first-hand. His father also made it a point to try to suck all the joy and compassion out of his life, so he felt life was worthless. So treating him like crap mentally and physically was the norm.

The death of Josh and aftermath of it strengthened his desire to want to protect people and act as a sort of guardian, and he's fine with going out of his way to do something for someone (as he did with Carol in the Grand Hotel). Some of his desire to do good is the lingering want from the past to make people like him, but for the most part he's genuine and is easy to stir sympathy in. On the other hand, if he thinks someone deserves to die, he'll kill them with his own hands if it means protecting himself or someone else. His compassion only runs so deep. After killing the judge he's hardly remorseful, especially knowing she tortured and caused the deaths of many people from his town (including her own daughter, and almost Elle).

Post-canon he's even more frustrated by his inability to protect anyone, as he ends up having to mercy-kill his mother, and watches in horror as his father is killed in front of him--that coupled with the realization that he'd failed Wheeler and his brother makes for a lot of pent-up guilt and frustration that are generally kept to himself, despite how unhealthy that is in the long-run. Yeah, it's a lot of stuff underneath a pretty stoic facade. He pulls it off well from years of doing it. Without a lot of prompting and trust, it's very unlikely he'll ever bring up the more intimately awful events of Silent Hill.

And don't tell him he's useless or incapable or 'not good enough'. That will earn negative points right out of the gate. It's one thing to admit most of them are helpless in situations. It's another to tell him he's not cut out for it, or worthless to do anything. It mainly depends on the way it's phrased and the emotions behind it, but it's just one thing that gets under his skin.

He can lose his temper if pushed enough or triggered by things important to him, and likewise he may be easily depressed if certain topics are brought up, but these moments are rarer than they probably should be for what he's got under wraps--often he'll be cool, calm, and collected, or at least tries really really hard to be. He still carries over some of his 'yes sir, no sir' personality thanks to his old family life, but he's far harder to push around than he was as a young teenager. On the flipside of the coin, he's easily suspicious that a person is, possibly, a bag of buttholes. Trusting people is really hard to do when you've just realized almost EVERYONE in your life blatantly lied and kept things from you. Things like "oh by the way, we're planning to drown you this year". He looked at Judge Holloway as a mother figure more than his actual mother, and in the end she put a drill through his leg and planned a lot worse than that.

So his trust meter is a little broken.

He's kinda' surly-lookin' a lot of the time, too. He'll get better once he gets to know you, it's just--he's used to being introverted and keeping his circle of friends pretty damn small, so meeting so many new people will be an interesting development he won't be sure how to handle. Believe it or not, he's got a pretty healthy sense of humor, too. A lot of trollin', if he knows someone particularly well. Where his teasing as a teenager could be borderline bullying (if not bullying), it's particularly harmless as an adult.

Considering his relationship with his brother and the events surrounding his canon, he'll be more prone to helping children and keeping a particular eye on them above the other people trapped on the ship.

Also, he has a thing for nurses.

NURSES TRYING TO KILL ME WILL NOT DAMPEN MY LOVE FOR WOMEN IN NURSE OUTFITS.

Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations:

Abilities: Despite the whole "not really a soldier" thing, he's pretty well-versed in a lot of it. He really wanted to live up to his father's expectations for a while (and eventually just gave up and decided to be better than his dad) so he did a lot of learnin'. He knows how to use guns and is pretty good at hand-to-hand combat. He can even probably talk forever about military, even if he probably won't thanks to the whole 'delusion' fact. One could say he's also pretty good at keeping calm in the face of Very Scary Stuff, and is pretty good at manuveuring and plotting. He escapes an asylum on his own after mapping out the routes and guard points.

Also he's pretty spry (he can hop across HUGE HOLES), and he can swing things and hit things and run for long stretches of time. And he can roll backwards. Can you roll backwards? Didn't think so.

Weaknesses: He's still recovering from being very unwell after accidentally killing his brother sent him into a severe psychosis. While he's affirmed that what his delusions were wrong and can tell what's reality now, he's still pretty messed up and in need of time for recuperation. He went through an ungodly amount of crap in a very short span of time, so snapping or having a moment will probably happen on ocassion, considering the nature of the game (ain't no paradise vacation, man). He'll also suffer from memory lapses from the past four years of his life--his psychosis was probably worsened by ill-used Electroconvulsive therapy (thoroughout the game it's elluded to that he's been getting unethical shock therapy). ECT can have the effect of erasing memories months before the therapy's done, though in a lot of cases those memories do trickle in slowly. The last four years are pretty jumbled now that he's got a grip on his brain.

He's also just a normal human guy. No magic or anything special here. As such, no power limitations either, since he's got none to limit.

Inventory:

• An old brown journal full of clues, memos, scary kid drawings, photos (he had a lot to collect, okay)
• A mighty axe for his locker.
• Black shirt, jeans, shoes, the usual
• Father's dog tags
• Really Nifty Jacket (now includes Useless Walkie-Talkie!)
• A spiffy empty Mk 23 Handgun
• Insecurities about life and the universe


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unsoldiered: (The Order)
2012-07-06 04:45 pm
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How's My Driving?



Let me know how I'm doing with this Silent Hill dude here! IP logging is off, no screening, anon allowed.
 
unsoldiered: (BRB playing emotional music)
1997-08-19 02:14 pm
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Nightmares


Log 2 Nightmare

Picture Nightmares (Murphy's Log):


unsoldiered: (WHERE'S MINI ME)
1992-07-13 02:25 am
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Pre-Game Diary

(The following excerpts are from a computer in a mental institution offered to Alex—it's an example of his mental state and delusions during the course of the four years he was institutionalized. It's mainly here for interested minds and background history/information. Note that he no longer believes he was a Private First Class in the military now. It's likely the war being referenced here is the war in Afghanistan and Iraq.)



August 2

It’s hot here. Sweltering. I can barely breathe. But I guess that’s the point. War is hell, right?

 

Why am I writing this? Some of the guys said it would be good for me to communicate with the outside world. Keeps up your morale and improves mental health. Sir, yes, sir. Besides, what else am I gonna do with my free time? Write home?

 

Unfortunately, I can’t tell you where I am. And I can’t tell you what I’m doing here either. All I can tell you is my name. PFC Alex Shepherd. And all you need to know is I’m a million miles from home in the middle of the nowhere, with thousands of people trying to kill me every day.

 

So how did I get here? Well, I guess I should probably explain.

 

August 4

 

Went on patrol today. That’s pretty much what we do every day. I’d give you the details but a) I’d get court-martialed and b) it’s not that interesting. It’s mostly driving around, keeping your eyes open, looking for bad guys. Most of the time, nothing happens. If something does, I’ll let you know.

 

I said I’d tell you how I got here. I guess there are a lot of reasons. They’re pretty much the same as everybody else’s. Small town, not many choices. Military dad, military son. I’ll get to him later. Don’t have energy right now.

But I guess the main reason I joined up was I wanted to make a difference, do some good. I know it sounds cheesy, but who knows? Maybe I’ll learn something about myself.

 

I’m not trying to be a bad ass or a hero or anything, I just want to do something that matters.

 

August 5

 

Today it was so hot I thought my skin was gonna melt right off my body. Our tents have A/C but the cool air never stays in. Still, when you go inside any of the mobile CPs, you stay there as long as you can whether you have any business there or not. It feels good.

 

I used to love the heat. In the summertime my brother and I would spend every second we could at the beach. Our town is on a lake and there were always tourists coming into town to go fishing or boating or whatever.

 

When I was in high school, I would sometimes work at the docks filling gas to make some money. The girls who came there on vacation... Don’t even get me started talking about girls while I’m stuck out here.

 

Damn, I just got really homesick for a second thinking about summertime. My last summer there, I hung out with my friend Elle pretty much everyday. I could probably write five pages just about her. Just about the coolest chick in the world. We were friends all through high school up until I left, but I haven’t really been in touch with her since. I haven’t really been in touch with anyone.

 

I guess that’s kind of the point. One of the reasons I left. Things weren’t always so great back there. They weren’t always like the summertime. In fact, most of the time, things sucked.

 

August 6

 

We took a patrol through a town about 50 miles from here today. It was like a ghost town. A storm blew through and you could barely see twenty feet in front of your face. Every once in a while some villagers would appear and we would train our weapons on them. They wouldn’t even react. They would just walk right by us as if we weren’t even there. It was spooky. I was glad as hell when we got out of there.

 

That was the first time I ever really felt afraid here. I felt like there was something waiting for me around every corner. I felt vulnerable. The only thing that kept me going was the mission. I’m just glad to be back in my tent now.

My dad would have called me weak. He spent fifteen years in the military. Yeah, nothing to live up to there, huh? He tried to groom me to be a soldier for a while, but he pretty much gave up on that after my brother was born. I think it surprised the hell out of him when I enlisted. He probably didn’t think I could do it.

 

Well, here I am.

 

August 8

 

There’s a local kid here who comes by everyday trying to sell stuff. When he first showed up, the MPs were nervous and searched him to make sure he wasn’t carrying bombs. But after two days he became everybody’s best friend. He’s got this huge smile and he just charms everybody. He reminds me of my brother Joshua. Everybody loves Joshua. Even when he does something wrong, he never gets in trouble. He just smiles that big smile and gets himself out of it.

 

I remember the day he was born how happy my parents were. It was almost like relief. Joshua’s ten years younger than and I think they were trying to have another kid the entire time so I think they were just glad he was healthy. They pretty much spoiled him from that day on. I didn’t mind it at first, because he and I get along great. But they basically wrote me off after he showed up. Even now, I haven’t received a single letter from them since I left. I don’t bother with mail call.

 

Back in high school, I knew I had to get out of town. That’s something I could never really talk to Elle about. Both our families have been there for generations (get it, Shepherd's Glen? I know, don’t remind me how much it sucks to have the town named after some great-great grandfather of yours) so it’s not an easy thing to discuss. But Elle never really felt that pressure to live up to her family name. She was independent, she did her own thing. No one told her how to live. I loved that. When I left, everything was just so chaotic that I never even got the chance to say goodbye. But I’ve been gone so long now. I don’t even know if she’d remember me.

 

August 9

 

I saw a guy’s legs get blown off today. He was walking patrol alongside an APC when an anti-personnel mine when off on the side of the road. The top half of his body did a back flip and landed right in front of me. Without thinking, I wrapped a tourniquet around each bloody stump and began to give him CPR. I was at it for an hour before the medics showed up. Then I went around the corner and threw up for twenty minutes.

 

August 10

 

I grew up in a small town. I left because I wanted to make a difference and the people around me were too blind to see that I could. I don't care if I ever go back there, but I'd like the people I do care about to know that in a bad situation I did everything I could to make it better. I'd want them to be proud of me.

 

We're going on a mission tonight. No patrols, no guard duty, a real mission. Militias have taken control of a nearby town and we're going in to clear them out and liberate the civilians living there. We're trained, we're ready, and this is the reason we're here.

 

August 22

 

I know it's been a while since my last post. I've been asking them to let me get to a computer, but they kept saying I was too weak.

 

I guess it's kind of obvious I'm not in the field anymore. The last time I wrote, we were just about to deploy in a small town to dislodge the militias that had taken control. It sounded like a good idea.

 

The town was quiet when we entered it. That already made us suspicious. We were entering the town center when small arms fire erupted all around us. A rocket took out our lead vehicle, trapping us. It was an ambush.

 

We called in air support and returned fire. But we were outnumbered. Guys starting get hit all around me. Guys I knew, dying right in front of me. Sgt. Nash pulled us together and we took cover behind a concrete wall. The last thing I remember was the whistle of an incoming rocket and the weight of that concrete wall crashing down on me.

A chopper ride and a couple flights later, and I'm back in the States. I don't really remember any of it. Everything went black and I woke up in this military hospital, being wheeled in for surgery. I was in an out for the next few days, dreaming mostly. Even now, I'm not 100%. In fact, writing this has made me exhausted. I'll have to finish the rest later.

 

August 23

 

They gave me a hard time about using the computer again. I need my rest, they say. That's all I do. Rest. I need at least some connection to the outside world.

 

I found out today that Sgt. Nash is alive and here in the hospital. I'm gonna try to visit him when I get a chance. I'm still in a wheelchair, so it's hard to get around without someone's help. Makes me feel pathetic.

I don't know if anyone else made it. Maybe Nash will know.

 

Haven't heard anything from my parents. I don't even know if they know I'm here.

 

August 24

 

I found Sgt. Nash. He's in good shape and remembers a lot about what happened.

 

As it turns out, the militias were tipped off to our coming that day. The very same villagers we were sent there to protect were keeping tabs on us - our movements, our departure from base, everything. They gave all this information to the militias so they would be ready for us when we got there. They sold us out.

 

Air support arrived shortly after I got hit. They leveled any building the enemy might be hiding in. Choppers came in to make sure everyone got out - wounded, dead or alive. We lost over half our squad.

 

This whole ordeal taught me an important lesson. Instead of paying attention to the task at hand, I got sidetracked, thinking I had to do some sort of “greater good” in order to prove myself or some shit like that. I got caught up in trying to save the world instead of focusing on what was important and sticking to the mission. That kind of thinking costs men their lives. It won't happen again.

 

August 25

 

The food here is terrible. My bed is stiff. There's only one thing that makes it bearable: The nurses.

 

These girls are incredible. They have these pristine white uniforms cut right above the knee, their breasts spilling out from their shirts. Look, I don't want to sound like a dirtbag or anything, I'm just saying I appreciate the military providing us with this one thing to brighten our days. Maybe it's sort of like payback for getting us stuck in this place to begin with. I don't know. All I can say is, “thank you.”

 

August 26

 

Started my physical therapy today. I'm making it a goal to be walking in a month. They say that's pushing it, but I don't care. I can't stay in this place forever, although I'm not really sure where I'm going next.

 

The physical therapy was grueling. Holding myself by my arms and trying to teach my legs how to walk again. They felt like two big sacks of potatoes. But I kept trying. No matter what, I'm gonna keep trying.

 

I talked to Sgt. Nash again today. He's doing much better and will probably be heading home soon. He's a good man.

 

September 2

 

My days now are filled with exercise, mental and physical exercises to make me stronger. Vitamin shots in the morning, breakfast, physical therapy, lunch, more physical therapy, dinner, psych evaluations, vaccinations, weigh-ins, muscle measurements, bone density tests and on and on and on. I'm starting to feel like a science experiment. But I am getting stronger. I can hold myself up on my own two feet. At night, I do push-ups on the floor and then climb back into bed. I refuse to waste away in this place.

 

September 8

 

Sgt. Nash left today. I went down to his room on my crutches to say goodbye. He's heading home for a couple weeks and then they're shipping him back over. He was hoping he could spend more time with his wife and daughter, but they say they need him. It really kind of freaked me out. Is that what they're gonna do when I'm better? Ship me back? I don't think I can go back there. I don't think I can watch people I know dying in front of me again.

 

Nash said something weird before he left. I don't know if he felt betrayed for being sent back into the field so quickly or whether it was a reference to the ambush that put us here in the first place, but he looked at me and he said "Don't trust anyone."

 

September 12

 

I walked down the hall and back today. All by myself. No crutches, no handrails, nothing. I wish Nash could have seen it. I felt a real sense of accomplishment. But also a sense of dread. What's next? I'll be better soon, and then what will they do with me?

 

September 13

 

Okay, this is gonna be tough. I may ramble a bit. I'm still a bit confused. I'm trying to remember it as best I can but it comes and goes. That's why I need to write it down.

 

I had a nightmare last night. I was here, in the hospital. But it wasn't really the hospital, you know what I mean? It was transformed, like a twisted version of it - everything was the same but kind of upside down. I kept hearing weird noises and sounds like people were being killed. And it was dark. I could barely see anything.

 

And then I saw my brother, Joshua. He was here in the hospital, but every time I got near him he would run away. He talked to me like he didn't know who I was.

 

When I woke up, I was screaming. I wasn't sure if I was awake or not, because I was still in the hospital and it was dark. But then the nurses ran in. I couldn't calm down, so eventually they stuck me with a needle and sedated me. That's why all of this is kind of a blur. I'm still a little loopy from the drugs. I think I've calmed down but I can't get those images of Joshua out of my head. Why wouldn't he listen to me? Why was he here in the hospital?

 

September 14

 

I'm feeling a little better today. I've been having trouble sleeping but I'm trying not to let it get in the way of my exercises. My legs are stronger. I'm starting to walk stairs now.

 

When I was back in high school, I remember my friend Elle used to run track. After school you could always see the team circling the gym, running up the stairs to the weight deck then back down the other side. I remember thinking how exhausting it must be to run all those stairs. Now I feel that way after climbing just one flight.

 

But getting stronger is the one thing I have to focus on right now. I don't really want to think about anything else.

 

September 15

 

I had the dream again. It went on even longer this time. No matter how close I got to Joshua, he always got away. He kept asking me for things, but whatever I got him didn't seem to help. He didn't look good. Something was wrong. I know it was just a dream, but I've had this bad feeling all day long that something's wrong with him.

I know that sounds ridiculous, but I just can't shake it. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. The doctors are gonna give me something to help me sleep tonight. I'm not so sure I want to.

 

September 18

 

I asked the staff at the hospital to try to get in touch with my parents. I haven't heard from them since I got here. I just want them to leave a message or something, let me know Joshua's okay. I'm sure he is. I just want to know for sure. I can't get better if I'm worried about some stupid dream.

 

September 21

 

I'm having the dream every night now. I stopped telling the doctors about it. I lie now because every time I tell them, they stick me with another needle to make me sleep. I'm sick of it. And the psychiatrist is at it everyday too, wanting to know all the details, wanting to know if I'm stressed out about anything. Yeah, asshole, I'm stressed out about this stupid dream! I'm worried about my brother and my parents won't call me back! So, yeah, I'm stressed out.

The drugs keep me drowsy. They make my muscles weak. Which is why I don't tell them about the dreams now. I need to get out of this place. And the only way I'm gonna do that is if I've got my wits about me.

 

September 25

 

I've been doing reconnaissance. During my morning walks around the halls, I've mentally catalogued all the exits and all the places where the MPs are stationed. It gives my days purpose. It's like another mission.

 

The dreams haven't stopped, although I haven't told anyone (aside from whoever's reading this). I feel better now that they've stopped giving me the drugs. I'm more focused.

 

I dread the thought of going back home to Shepherd's Glen, but it's a necessary evil. I can't stay here feeling like this. I just need to check in on Joshua and make sure he's all right.

 

September 29

 

They found out about the dreams. I must have been talking in my sleep. I woke up shouting Joshua's name again the other night and they sedated me right away. I told them that I just needed to get out of here long enough to check on my brother. They said that I'm suffering some sort of post-traumatic shock. They don't know what the hell they're talking about. Or maybe they do. Is that all this is? If so, how do I make it stop?

I can't think straight with the drugs they put me on. Whatever they are, they're not helping. They make me sleep, but they don't take away the dreams. More importantly, they don't take away this awful feeling. I just need to go!

 

October 1

 

I'm making a plan to get out of here. It's not like it's high security. It's not a prison or anything. But it is a military hospital. They've got MPs by all the exits and you can't leave without the right papers, so I'll have to break out. Will they come after me? I doubt it. They'll probably figure I'll come back eventually. And who knows, maybe I will. Then again, I don't know if military life suits me anymore. I don't really know much about what my future holds. Only that, I won't be in here much longer.

 

October 7

 

The plan is set. On my morning walks, I discovered an exit to a loading dock at the back of the building. I was out there looking it over for a good five minutes before an MP found me. I acted dumb, like I was drugged up (an easy thing to fake at this point). I pretended I was lost. "Well, you can't be back here, soldier," he said. "You gotta get back inside where they can make you all better." Condescending ass. Boy will he be pissed when he finds out I got out that way.

 

I went online and got a map of the area around the hospital and found that the main road in front of the place leads right out to the highway. I figure I can get out through the loading dock exit, get up the road to the highway and then hitch a ride from there. If I leave before midnight I should be in Shepherd's Glen by morning.

Hopefully none of the staff here are reading this. If they are, I'm screwed.

 

October 10

 

My last entry. I'm full recuperated, I'm strong and they've laid off the drugs the last couple of days, so I'm lucid. I figure this is as good a time as any to make my exit. I just need to find out for myself that Joshua's okay. I'm his older brother, that's my job. And I'm never gonna find out in this place. They're never gonna let me leave if the nightmares don't stop, and the nightmares won't stop until I've checked on Joshua. So I'm stuck. I only hope it goes okay.

 

With any luck I'll be blogging again soon with good news, a clear head and some idea of what the future holds.

 

Until then

 

PFC Alex Shepherd, signing off.

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1990-07-13 02:14 am
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1990-07-11 03:52 am

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SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME SOME FUCKING BROWNIES
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1980-09-29 12:30 am

III. Underground Area (Sept. 29th) Narrative

(Chronologically after Murphy's thread located here)

Last thing Alex remembers is being sucked into the fucking ground.

Now, he wakes up in the pitch blackness, and instantly he's aware that he's being pushed from all sides—grainy soil comes off in flecks from the small tunnel he's wedged in; the air is hard to breathe. He's stuck down here, and frankly, he almost loses it completely. Instead his breath shakes, louder than it should be in the bowels of the earth, and he squeezes his hand into his jacket pocket to retrieve the comm device he had on him. It was the only light he had to work with, and it would have to do. When it finally lights up the small crawlspace, it appears to be endless.

Not exactly a new idea, in a place like this. But he knows it's not always what it seems, and it's all he's got now. He starts using his most freed hand to claw, dragging his body forward. It's a challenge, and he's short of breath and muscle right now.

Just keep going.

He would continue at a slower pace, but... but something is moving behind him. He can't turn, can't see what it could be, but he knows it's there. It's coming. The walls of the tunnel reverberate as it moves, and it's clearly coming right for his legs. Now there's a good reason to panic, and he starts pulling with both hands, feeling the tunnel loosen only enough that he can work his elbows. Something growls and hisses and its speed isn't letting up—he's gotta book it. His nails are raw and edged with dirt as he shoves his body forward, feeling his teeth crunch on dirt as he clenches them. His sweat makes the soil cling to his skin.

It's getting closer and closer. The roars are persistant. He can feel the shaking shudder his whole body, right down to his bones. But there's light, and he sees it. Please, please make it. Almost there. Almost fucking there—

The dirt beneath him suddenly gives way, and he falls right through, slamming into smoothed rock. Whatever it was that was following him is a blur of gangrene colors as it continues through the tunnel above him.

"Jesus..."

He barely has a moment to bring himself back together before he looks to his left and stares into the eyesockets of a corpse and has to scramble backwards with the light of his comm brightening the large expanse of cave. The body lying there is crumpled and wringed out, it seems like. That, or something heavy crushed it down and left it for the worms. He covers his mouth with the long collar of his jacket and looks around, squinting hard. Something wet dribbles down from the ceiling, leaving a round indention in the floor where it's eating through.

Acid?

He gets to his feet and walks with caution through the caverns; his footsteps leave cringe-worthy echoes, no matter how light he attempts to walk. There's a puddle large enough to sink a car to his right, and he makes sure to keep his gait as far away from it as he can, given the walk space. And it was for good reason. The bile-like liquid bubbles, as if festering, before a familiar head bobs from the depths of it. Jagged teeth on a sideways mouth meet him, watching eyeless from afar.



It's not the only one, judging by the other faces emerging from behind the first creature.

Alex holds up his axe and holds in a breath.

You gotta be shittin' me.
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1980-09-26 01:50 pm

III. Underground Area (Boss Fight)

   


Alex leans heavily against the cave walls, the crank to the door in his hands; it took way too much damn effort to get to this crank handle, and at some point he had a sad thought that If I'm gonna die, it can't be until after I get to use this damn thing. Getting it and getting ambushed by waggling, smog-spewing freaks left little room for failure. The door melded into the rocky walls is finally pried open and he slips through, just before it crunches shut behind him.

"It's hot as hell down here..." Maybe that's fitting, if he's descending into hell or something. Alright, one foot in front of the other. Even if...What the hell do you want from me in here? He turns to his side and starts through the only way he can go, and really, this place is starting to make him miss the more spacious hallways and rooms he tends to fall into. He breathes out a deep breath and his chest runs against the jagged wall. Just a little further-

A little... further--and at finally he frees himself from the overwhelming crack through the wall, giving pause to lean his hands on his knees and rest. How long has it been since the halls of the Tranquility turned murky with fog? He's not so sure anymore. It feels like it's been far, far too long. Like his last journey, the fatigue is starting to get to his head; before, he had a goal, someone to save. If he just focuses on trying to find and save the others aboard the ship he's come to know...

"You can't save anyone, Alex."

"Don't tell me what I can't do."

His father's voice can taunt all it wants. He refuses it. It's just a projection.

"What a disappointment you've turned out to be."

No, he won't bother. He's tired of yelling. His throat is dry and raw. But he can't help but stop dead in his tracks when he hears something else--a voice, but wordless, and he recognizes it as Joey's voice. It's screaming and begging. The walls make noises that startle him into action; pointing the light at them reveals claw marks in progress. They appear in sharp swipes, traveling down the tunnels.

"Dad why?! Dad please! I love you, I'm sorry, please!"

Son-of-a-bitch... He'd turn away and leave, but it's the one tunnel, and he knows--he knows--that it's exactly where he needs to go. So he rolls his shoulders, wincing at the ache, before trudging forward. Roots jut out over his head and he ducks cautiously under them, taking note of the way they pulse with raw red beneath the skin. Someone down here must really enjoy their drink, because there is a plethora of busted and discarded wine bottles.

Yeah, he's been pretty aware of what this all symbolizes.

The tunnel shrinks down into a dead end, where a coffin rests; Alex stops, stares, hesitates. The last time he'd been around a place of resting, he found a watch that jolted him into unconsciousness... into some pretty terrible shit. He thinks about what will happen if he opens it, and... really, what will happen if he doesn't. Gotta keep moving. Murphy and the others'll need a hand, maybe. If they don't all make it out...

He shakes his head and brings his axe up high, bringing it down into the almost completely rotted door of the coffin. It crumbles, and he squeezes through to the other side. Wrinkled, ugly plants, lit up by a powerful light blasting through a skin-like tarp, crackle under his feet. The room is huge, and in the middle, there's a lump. It turns and gurgles and expands. Alex reaches and retrieves his gun from his waistband, stoic as he can be. When the creature unfurls, it reveals a round gasping mouth that starts immediately sucking up the air like a greedy fish forced ashore.

It speaks in run-ons, long and winded, "It's his little garden, it's all his, he can have it all, he can have it-"

Alex freezes. "... Mayor Bartlett?"

But there's no truly sane reply from the creature, because there's none to be had. He was merely a reminder, a reflection, something the town dredged up from the depths. Right...? There was no way--no way it could have been him, trapped in the purgatory of that town...

Well, that thought would have to be scrapped. Because the wriggling ribcage molded in that bloated, smashed torso opens up--and sprays acid down. He barely manages to avoid it and it consumes a bed of brown roses, and all the while Alex flinches at the sensation of a few stray beads of hot bile touching his cheek; it's burning instantly. He wipes at it and steps backwards, adrenaline pumping through his body. And as the twisted, eyeless face crackles and turns in his direction, buried arm broken and swollen large--

Alex is ready.
 
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1970-09-10 11:06 pm

monsters

The monsters present in The Silent Hill Plot at  [community profile] ataraxion:











Symbolic of cultists in Shepherd's Glen, this beast has human hands and holds edged weapons in them. It walks on all fours, using its knees and standing on its knuckles while it holds said weapons. It is drawn close by blood, and will murder something in order to lap it up. It appears to be made of some sort of marble, and breaking/killing it seems extremely difficult, so it's best to lure it with blood and run while you can. Or just. Run and hope for the best.


* There will also be doctor monster similar to the original Silent Hill, with more pronounced lab coats and a round indention that eats up where their eyes would be (it has a strap ingraved into their flesh and  looks like the headbands old-timey doctors wore)


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1. Mayor Bartlett's Reminder — 'Sepulture' — Concept Image

Like his son's monster, Bartlett's monster also hangs from the ceiling. Its body appears smashed and twisted, much like a crushed person would appear. It's eyeless but has a nose and mouth, and will scoop anyone up in their hand in an attempt to consume them. There's an obvious set of gnarled rib bones on its body that expand to reveal a deep black chasm. Acidic liquid may shoot from this large hole. One hand is melded to the earth, as if reaching into it, and it crunches when he turns back and forth to attack. It appears to be rambling wistfully, sometimes gasping for breath.

2. Doctor Fitch's Reminder —

A gruesome, large monster covered in gaping slice marks, it drags itself along the ground with four large scalpel-like knife edges for hands. It appears to have a neck but no actual head, reminiscent of Fitch's death via beheading--somehow, though, it doesn't appear to have any trouble keeping track of its enemy. While the creature is surprisingly fast, it leaves a blood trail that is easier to keep track of, and makes the distinct noiise of gurney wheels creaking as they roll, despite not having any sort of thing on his body. Unlike his daughter's form, Fitch's monster doesn't appear to have any limbs bent at impossible angles. He looks more like a man kneeling for forgiveness, and crawls like one. It appears to be whispering in a low voice, as if speaking to something from beyond the grave.

3. Judge Holloway's Reminder — Stifler

A larger monster, Holloway's creature is able to 'drag' itself in and out of walls and essentially follow whatever its stalking (but it never leaves the walls and is essentially more just a torso, no legs). It has at least  a dozen hands, all of which have different instruments of torture connected to them, such as drills, blades, vices, saws, and other painful devices. Half her head appears to be missing, leaving only the half of her face that shows her lips and ear. That mouth is perpetually open, making it look like she's screaming--which she's able to do, loud enough to disorient. Said mouth also appears to be forced open by the length of a drill bit, which spears through her chin and out the top of her half-head. She's particularly ruthless and appears more predatory, taking joy in what she's doing, even so much as laughing.

4. Adam Shepherd's Reminder —

A very large, very imposing figure that seems endless in height, this creature appears to be split directly down the middle and lives deep in waters, which calls back to his death at the hands of the Bogeyman. This particular fight occurs on unstable grates that are hanging above a long fall that leads to near-black waters; the monster will attempt to rip apart all the suspended walkways, leaving less and less places to run for the person facing it. There are ropes digging deep into its skin, as if attempting to hold the split sides together. These ropes are also connected to the walkways, and destroying them will make the creature fall apart. The monster oftentimes roars angrily and seems exceptionally violent with rage. It appears to be water logged and bloated.
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1970-08-19 02:58 pm

Log 2 Nightmare

Iraq is really hot. The suit weighs him down heavy and he wipes sweat off his head. Sgt. Nash excuses them from a line-up and they enjoy their reprieve from duty for just a moment at the camp. Alex has a scabs on his knuckles hidden under gloves. A local child, dark hair, dark eyes, appears again to sell candy to the troops; most of them don't really bother. Alex smiles at him.

"You remind me of my brother. Brother? About your height."

"Mr. Shepherd...?"

He sits up in his hospital bed, listless eyes staring at the foot of it. The nurse takes him by the shoulder and shakes. Her mouth opens wide and her face is red and she's so clearly screaming into his ear, but no words are coming out. Just a long hiss of hot air.

"I really miss that kid."

He's dragged by his arms and he jerks and sputters, soaking wet and cold, and the doctor with the cattle prod asks him plainly, therapy or water? and he screams for water—no, for his brother, but they drag him into the lake and he lives for far longer than reality allows under the surface, clutched by hands that are pushing him down and pulling him under. When he yells, it's perfectly clear.

I didn't mean it, I want to live-

Annie's down here. A lot of people are down here. Someone grabs him by the shirt and yanks him back up above the water. His head bobs back, like the spine was bled right out of him. All he can see is sky and a house with an ugly fence. The hands gripping him are steady, two fists full of cloth. "For what it's worth... I think you've done alright since you got here."

The water closes in all around him again and he struggles, but it doesn't feel like he struggles hard enough, because nothing changes. He just drags himself into his bedroom sopping wet and curls up in a ball where Josh used to sleep.

'Thump.

Thump.'


Timid footfalls approach, wood creaking beneath them.

"Hey, Alex?" Joshua says.