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EVERYONE (BUT THE CAPTAIN): [LAUGHING]
FRANKIE: [NOW BORED, LEAVES ANYWAY]
FRANCIS, TRYING TO HIDE HIS AMUSEMENT: Alright, alright, we've had our fun.
FRANCIS: Now then! Listen up--
FRANCIS: --The holidays are behind us, but that doesn't mean we can afford to let ourselves relax.
FRANCIS: Rising temperature averages have made the winters here harsher, in some ways--unpredictable.
FRANCIS: This is why the Powers-That-Be have elected to withdraw most of our personnel from outposts as remote as our little slice of paradise, save for a select few, where necessary.
FRANCIS: As you're all already aware, this team of just a dozen will maintain the Cabot Sound outpost until summer. Commander Murray, I give the floor to you to explain our plan of attack to help us avoid preventable, horrific tragedy.
JAMES: Thank you, Captain. A very cheerful, yet sobering reminder of the devouring, unfeeling void that awaits us all.
FRANCIS: I'm always happy to motivate.
JAMES: As the Captain said, we all need to be extremely diligent. That means no skipping meals, no skipping sleep, and attendance at daily meetings is required.
JAMES: The rota for duties will be updated and posted here every week at 18:00 sharp every Sunday. If you have any questions or complaints, bring them first to your immediate superior or to myself or the Captain.
JAMES: Morale is also paramount, as is health. Physicals will be conducted every fortnight and they are mandatory. Any small injury or condition could become something deadly, and anything you hide from us might come back to hurt yourself and others later.
JAMES: That should be all. Did I leave anything out, Captain? We already spoke to the other shift--
FRANCIS: No, Commander, you've covered the whole of it.
JAMES: Any parting words, Sir?
FRANCIS: Indeed, James--
FRANCIS: To all of you: May we all have a smooth winter and a bright spring ahead of us. ... Don't fuck this up. You're all dismissed.
FRANCIS: And-- Lieutenant Kirkland?
ARTHUR: Yes, Captain?
FRANCIS: I know you've already pulled an extra shift. I can't have our Engineer swaying on his feet.
ARTHUR: But, Sir--
FRANCIS: You look like shit. Go to bed--that's an order.
ARTHUR: Yes, Sir.
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Not changing format or anything, but for dialogue-heavy scenes, this is just way easier.
Time to get to know our characters a little bit more, yeah? Yeah!!!
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who are you? asked the man from the lake.
who are you? asked the man, who wielded rust.
i'm nobody, he said.
i highly doubt that, he replied.
so, who are you, then? the man conduit from the lake asked again.
i'm somebody, said the man who wielded was made of rust. just somebody.
it's better than being nobody.
you're not nobody to me.
why? do i know you? water asked fire.
maybe, i think, fire quietly told water.
i think.. maybe.
commissioned art by Sea (tumblr / twitter)
#silent hill#silent hill 2#c: james#c: harry#art#others' art#commissioned art#huh. radio. .. is this thing broken?#harry mason#james sunderland
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connect ✉️ harry
billie: Hey. Thanks for swiping! 😊 Did you get around to having a roast dinner on the weekend? | @harrykane-hf
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Did you know that basenji dogs don't bark they yodel? @adcresyou
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so what do you think about getting a few photos together? i know daya is your date but i don't think she'd mind if i stole you away for a bit, do you? i also wanted to know if you had gotten the package that i had sent to you. i am hoping that you did. just know i don't send care packages to anyone. also, i love your whole look for the night. @adcresyou
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Who: Harry Glad @faiirytalcs
Where: up to you!
Brystol never actually meant to run into Harry but always seemed too at the most random times. She wasn't even really sure if she could call them friends, but acquaintances also felt weird. Perhaps they were becoming friends? Which was definitely not something she meant for but he was growing on her in a weird sort of way. At first she found him a little annoying but now she genuinely didn't mind his up-beat attitude. She told herself that it was because he reminded her of her youngest sister.
"What are you doing?" She finally asked him, interrupting whatever he was up to. Brystol wasn't even entirely sure if he had noticed her there since he'd seemed so focused.
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@h-osborn liked for a starter.
Harry woke up on the floor with a thumping head. She felt like she’d been knocked to the ground by a killer punch. After a few moments, she realised what had caused her to be on the floor and looked at her wrist. The device strapped to her hand and wrist beeped at her in alarm and she pressed a few buttons to try and silence it. It let out a few more beeps and then went dark on her wrist. “Fuck...” She muttered. “That’s not good.” She realised.
She pushed herself to sitting and looked around. It wasn’t the Oscorp labs, that’s for sure. But it did look familiar, she thought as she stood. Harry absentmindedly clicked at the device to try and reboot it. She had been working on the mutlti-versal jumper with her friend Peter for months now. They hadn’t even been seriously testing it, but it seemed to have suddenly worked. She walked out of the room she was in and into the hallway.
“Hello?” She called out as her eyes came on a framed photograph on the wall. It was her father and mother, she realised. But instead of her sat between them, it was a toothy grinned little boy. It suddenly hit Harry why this place looked familiar. It was her house, just in another universe.
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either you are busier than i thought you were or i've been replaced in your social calendar. i thought you might want to hang out at the very least to see my new pad. @adcresyou
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so are you going to explain why i haven't heard from you? i feel like you've been missing in action and as far as i'm concerned, that is just unacceptable. @adcresyou
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so how come when i was in london, i didn't even hear from you? let alone see you? i'd almost be offended if i hadn't been so damn busy but still! either way! lets pretend that i am offended and now i'm going to ask what you've been up to? @adcresyou
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Photoshoot? Photoshoot.
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Chapter 21: Men, Start Your Engines; In Three, Two--
Beyond the perimeter of Old Silent Hill, Bachman met Bradbury Street. Upon entry they evidently crossed an invisible wall, for their initial step into the neighborhood brought them into ongoing snowfall. The men came to a mutual standstill in the crossroad. Harry had been right. James gawked at the puffy flakes drifting to the earth from a low, grey sky. When Harry’d described it James had believed him. He also thought he was full of shit, and had been prematurely sour that it’d likely been a one-time event specifically for Harry. But no: he stood in snow, and its natural beauty didn’t deserve to be here.
He wanted to say something. Nothing in particular lay on his tongue but he felt the need to say something, and he looked at Harry for inspiration.
There was a man beside him whose tired eyes were closed and had a faint smile resting upon his lips. Snowflakes passed over his cheeks and collected on his hair, never staying for long, while white dusted his shoulders and tumbled down his back. James found himself studying his profile, feeling like he’d only now noticed the incline of his forehead, the beak-like arch of his nose, the elfin point of his ear. There were many things about the veteran he hadn’t seen until the past couple hours; it was as though he were meeting Harry for the first time all over again.
The snow fell in Old Silent Hill, and Harry Mason had once found peace in its silence, his face turned to the sky.
James felt like he was witnessing a re-enactment of a historical event. Seventeen years ago Harry lost his daughter here. Seventeen years ago he also took repose in the streets of Old Silent Hill and let the snow take him someplace soothing amidst a nightmare world. Seeing the way Harry truly seemed to be at ease in it and made jealousy tingle within James. He’d never found something like that for himself in his foggy dungeon. He wondered what Harry must’ve looked like those many years past, taking respite in improbable snow; or what he looked like then at all.
Harry sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. He twisted the pipe in his hands and smiled at James. “Pretty, huh? Home sweet home.”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it just fucking nuts?” He laughed and looked down, scuffing at the snow that never melted and never piled on inches. “Man. I can’t believe I miss this sometimes. I can’t believe I’m happy to see it, and I think that makes it exponentially worse. Whew. Alright,” he declared, clearing the moment to get back to business. “Let’s take a literal walk down memory lane, shall we?”
10/3/22 - happy third anniversary, Get Out Of My Town. you are the love of my life, the bane of my existence, and every last shining shred of my soul. 🥚💖🙏
thank you EVERYONE who has ever peeked at my writing, ever clicked the link, ever read a sentence of GOOMT. no matter how much i complain, i am every day THRILLED and blessed to get to share this ongoing behemoth of a story with you. it means everything to me to know that my fun and fancy has become the fun and fancy of others, too.
heres to many chapters, many months, and many years more of not only GOOMT, but of friendships, growth, and learning. i love you all so very, very much.
onward and upward into the fog!
don’t touch that dial, now; we’re just getting started..
#harry mason#james sunderland#silent hill#silent hill 2#my art#c: harry#c: james#welcome to silent hill#snow that never melts and never piles on inches#i got a letter#art#isn't this cheryl's sketchbook? this picture.. it's me.#(pictured: shitloads of symbolism and shameless and gratuitous self-indulgence. i am shaking my own hand)
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w/ @surfsupharry
Dilara walks into the closet, exhaling a breath as she glances around. "This isn't the bathroom," she mutters as she turns her head to look over at the person standing in the middle of the closet. "Uh... Please don't tell me I interrupted something."
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Ginny: You're still alive, correct?
Ginny: I lost my phone or i'd call. Maybe.
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@h-pctter
The party had been going very well! At least Luna had thought so, but the energy was off. There were some guests that she had expected to see and hadn’t, others who were there were constantly checking their phone. So many people seemed ever so slightly on edge. All of this was what led Luna to approaching Harry Potter. “Harry! What’s wrong.” Getting straight to the point. Luna was never one to beat around the bush. In fact, she probably didn’t even know how.
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So Claude has a kitten (who is also part Grim but that’s besides the point). Her name is Mew Mew. Two reasons. One he’s really entertained by Dingo Pictures movies (that’s what the Isle got, they weren’t worthy of the actual beautifully animated propaganda films) & two she MEW. A lot.
#x: Scripted Extension#c: Bram#c: Harry#c: Claude#c: Victor#c: Sante#c: Joannes#c: Mew Mew#v: Long Live Evil#she’s important enough to be counted as an official character
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