Post by carhilwen on Jun 30, 2009 18:33:55 GMT -5
Panting, Laure pushed against the doors of the police office only to pull away frowning when the glass panels didn't budge. She cupped her hands around her eyes and peered through the streaked window; The carpet, while not well worn, was faded in spots where light would shine in from the wide, tall windows, even though the sun had set a few hours before. A thick layer of dust coated every surface, but squinting, the brunette noticed what looked like a set of rough prints, a sign that recently, though recently in relation to what she wasn't sure, something had entered the building, and left a different way or... She swallowed nervously, forcing it past her dry throat; Maybe whatever it was hadn't left.
After a couple more moments of staring, she drew back, feeling a bit stupid for even considering the fact that something, not someone, had been in Silent Hill. She loved stories, but she knew enough that they were only stories... Right?
Laure sighed and pulled away to sit on the cold stoop, her chin resting on the palm of one hand, the other twirling a piece of hair loosely in her nimble fingers. She was trying to remember what exactly had led up to this point, of her sitting dejectedly outside of an obviously abandoned police station as she froze her ass off waiting for someone to show up.
It had started with her returning to her small, cozy home in Silent Hill, she had been moving back after two years of owning, but not living in, a piece of property. As usual, Laure had underestimated how much gas it would take to get from her aunt's house that was a few hours away to her destination. She had been pumping gas when a man at the pump opposite of her struck up a conversation about the area, and while she spoke very little and poor English, she struggled to keep up. He seemed a bit more interested in her chest and tummy then what she was saying, but at her badly pronounced "Silent Hill", which probably sounded more like "Zeelen 'Eel", his head jerked up, and his eyes widened. He started in on a quick, furious rant about something, his hand gestures moving from flapping loose wrists to what looked like a strangle grasp on whatever he was talking about. Laure, not one to be specifically rude to someone she didn't know, had nodded along and made small noises she hoped he'd assume were agreements, and finally, after clapping a heavy hand down on her shoulder, he lumbered back into the small restaurant. She had wrinkled her nose up at him, and finished pumping the gas, and rather then deal with some quick jawed Englishman again, she paid through the ATM which was mounted right on the gas pump.
As she drove away, she tried to recall what he had said - Something about... Monsters, les corpses qui bouge... She sighed, and kept driving, ignoring the nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Once home, it had been a blur, something had attacked - Someone she reminded herself - and without even grabbing the keys to her car or house, and bolted to where exactly she thought there'd be some help. With a rejected sigh, Laure frowned over her shoulder at the building she was sitting in front of, then slouched forward, resting her shin on her knees.
So much for a joyful return.
After a couple more moments of staring, she drew back, feeling a bit stupid for even considering the fact that something, not someone, had been in Silent Hill. She loved stories, but she knew enough that they were only stories... Right?
Laure sighed and pulled away to sit on the cold stoop, her chin resting on the palm of one hand, the other twirling a piece of hair loosely in her nimble fingers. She was trying to remember what exactly had led up to this point, of her sitting dejectedly outside of an obviously abandoned police station as she froze her ass off waiting for someone to show up.
It had started with her returning to her small, cozy home in Silent Hill, she had been moving back after two years of owning, but not living in, a piece of property. As usual, Laure had underestimated how much gas it would take to get from her aunt's house that was a few hours away to her destination. She had been pumping gas when a man at the pump opposite of her struck up a conversation about the area, and while she spoke very little and poor English, she struggled to keep up. He seemed a bit more interested in her chest and tummy then what she was saying, but at her badly pronounced "Silent Hill", which probably sounded more like "Zeelen 'Eel", his head jerked up, and his eyes widened. He started in on a quick, furious rant about something, his hand gestures moving from flapping loose wrists to what looked like a strangle grasp on whatever he was talking about. Laure, not one to be specifically rude to someone she didn't know, had nodded along and made small noises she hoped he'd assume were agreements, and finally, after clapping a heavy hand down on her shoulder, he lumbered back into the small restaurant. She had wrinkled her nose up at him, and finished pumping the gas, and rather then deal with some quick jawed Englishman again, she paid through the ATM which was mounted right on the gas pump.
As she drove away, she tried to recall what he had said - Something about... Monsters, les corpses qui bouge... She sighed, and kept driving, ignoring the nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Once home, it had been a blur, something had attacked - Someone she reminded herself - and without even grabbing the keys to her car or house, and bolted to where exactly she thought there'd be some help. With a rejected sigh, Laure frowned over her shoulder at the building she was sitting in front of, then slouched forward, resting her shin on her knees.
So much for a joyful return.