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route_10652012-08-07 09:50 pm
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652012-08-07 09:50 pm
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And my heart will be blacker than your eyes when I'm through with you.
Who: Heather Mason and Claudia Wolf
Where: In the woods just north of Cherrygrove.
When: July 25th
Summary: A confrontation three years in the making. Hello. My name is Heather Mason. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Rating: R for violence and mentions of subjects that are violent and cruel (child abuse of every variety, occult rituals perverse in nature, etc etc etc. Basically everything that is triggery about Silent Hill may come up in this log.)
Log:
There were a lot of things left behind in the wind when she took off the previous afternoon on a 'borrowed' bird, and Heather wasn't interested in stopping to count them.
All she knew was that friendship was one of them, and a fair portion of humanity was another.
She didn't know how she felt about that.
It wasn't good, but it hadn't been avoidable.
Or at least that was what she was telling herself.
It was easier to lose herself in the fire. Something she NEVER thought she'd ever wind up thinking, but in this case, it was true.
The taloned feet of the Hurricane the Tornado-- the male of Crow's two Pidgeot and the Pokemon she'd grabbed by chance-- hit the loamy dirt of the forest floor with a thump. He'd hardly folded his wings before Heather was leaping from his back herself.
She wasn't sure where Claudia was. Not exactly. Just that she was close.
She just had a feeling that she was close.
Filling her lungs, Heather let out a shout that was more of a roar, startling a small cloud of Pidgeys that whirred up from the treetops like disturbed dust.
"CLAUDIA!"
Where: In the woods just north of Cherrygrove.
When: July 25th
Summary: A confrontation three years in the making. Hello. My name is Heather Mason. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Rating: R for violence and mentions of subjects that are violent and cruel (child abuse of every variety, occult rituals perverse in nature, etc etc etc. Basically everything that is triggery about Silent Hill may come up in this log.)
Log:
There were a lot of things left behind in the wind when she took off the previous afternoon on a 'borrowed' bird, and Heather wasn't interested in stopping to count them.
All she knew was that friendship was one of them, and a fair portion of humanity was another.
She didn't know how she felt about that.
It wasn't good, but it hadn't been avoidable.
Or at least that was what she was telling herself.
It was easier to lose herself in the fire. Something she NEVER thought she'd ever wind up thinking, but in this case, it was true.
The taloned feet of the Hurricane the Tornado-- the male of Crow's two Pidgeot and the Pokemon she'd grabbed by chance-- hit the loamy dirt of the forest floor with a thump. He'd hardly folded his wings before Heather was leaping from his back herself.
She wasn't sure where Claudia was. Not exactly. Just that she was close.
She just had a feeling that she was close.
Filling her lungs, Heather let out a shout that was more of a roar, startling a small cloud of Pidgeys that whirred up from the treetops like disturbed dust.
"CLAUDIA!"