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« on: June 26, 2011, 04:16:07 PM »

Jack is Dreaming, of course he's not aware he's dreaming, dreams never start out like that.   He's dreaming about chasing a little girl with light blonde hair, hair so light it's almost white.

He knows this little girl, before he was adopted she was his best friend.   Her name was Moon. 

Jack is running in a forest, it's dark but the sky is lit up by the large silver moon in the sky, the girl of the same name seems to dart in and out of the dark under brush.   Every time he's managed to catch up with her she seems to be gone and he can hear her crying just ahead of him. 

Always just out of sight.  Always just out of reach.
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« Reply #1 on: June 26, 2011, 04:32:02 PM »

"Moon! Moon! I'm coming!" Jack cried out in his dream, running after the little girl as fast as he possibly could. He suspected there were bad things out in the woods. Dark things. He had to keep running, thought, because it was the only way to save Moon.
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« Reply #2 on: June 26, 2011, 05:05:57 PM »

Jack comes out of the path to a very familiar place.  He knows this place.  It's the Orphanage.

The building was old and made of wood original built in the 1800s.  Two stories tall with a large front porch, one he use to play under and pretend it was a fort.  The grass looks almost blue in the light of the Moon which cast a shadow over the front lawn.

In the shadow he things for a moment he sees the dangling bodies of small people, but when he looks up at the twisted Oak all he sees are brightly coloured toy walkie talkies.

The Walkie Talkies had been hung by bright red ribbon from the tree's branches, Jack remembers them each of them should have a child's name printed on them in thick black magic marker, the walkie talkies had been donated by Sky Toys one Christmas one for each child.

There is one piece of ribbon that twists in the wind, broken with nothing hanging from it and bright blue plastic hard to see in the dark grass, but Jack can see it.
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« Reply #3 on: June 27, 2011, 12:38:03 PM »

Jack shudders as the gallowed forest flickers in the periphery of his vision.

His eyes drawn to the tree, he slowly moves toward it. The lone, empty ribbon striking him as particularly ominous. Wary eyes glancing around, he bent down and picked up the fallen walkie talkie, turning it over and brushing off the dirt to show him the name upon it.
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« Reply #4 on: June 27, 2011, 01:11:26 PM »

On the Walkie Talkie written in black is a name, "Ben."   in the distance coming from the orphanage building itself he hears something that sounds like someone banging on a window if he looks he will see a woman with familiar light blonde hair banging on the window and screaming except the screams never reach Jack's ears.
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« Reply #5 on: June 27, 2011, 07:53:47 PM »

Jack looks up at the window, pocketing the walkie talkie before running for the door of the building. "Moon! Wait there! I'm coming!" he cries out for his friend.

An overwhelming feeling of anxiety permeates everything here. He can hear his heart racing, feel his chest heavy. In the heat of battle he never felt this kind of fear.
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« Reply #6 on: June 27, 2011, 10:23:09 PM »

the older version of Moon is banding on the window with both hands and looking over her shoulder for a moment then looking back and her face is twisted in a scream what ever she saw is horrifying her.
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« Reply #7 on: June 30, 2011, 02:12:41 PM »

Jack is sprinting as fast as possible. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

As soon as he gets to the house, he shoulder-checks the door open, not breaking his momentum. "Moon! Where are you?!" he calls out, running toward the room he saw her in.
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« Reply #8 on: June 30, 2011, 04:43:39 PM »

Jack almost bounces off the door itself falling back onto the grass and in the window he sees it.

Jack sees what's after Moon.  It would be almost funny, almost something out of a children's book.

A woman dressed as a nurse or at the very least what most people think of as a nurse, button up dress with red piping, but the dress is spattered in crimson so deep that it makes the bottom of the short skirt almost black.

The woman's head is the almost silliest part, it's large and round and white, twisted so a sharp toothed smiles glitters on it like a crescent moon.
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« Reply #9 on: July 01, 2011, 07:39:46 PM »

For a moment, all Jack could do was stare in horror. "Moon!" He gets up and, if he can access the window Moon is in, he will try to break it to get in. If he can't, he will try the door again.
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« Reply #10 on: July 01, 2011, 07:54:16 PM »

The creature's hand comes down holding a knife and it slices across Moon's shoulder the red blood splashed on the window inches away from Jack's face as he pounds on the window.

Moon runs say and the creature turns to follow.  That's when the sound of Jack's alarm clock cracks through the vision bringing Jack back to the real world.
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« Reply #11 on: July 04, 2011, 09:40:56 AM »

"NOOO!"

Jack is ripped back into wakefulness, the adrenaline rushing through his system as he sits bolt upright. His heart is racing and he feels like he can barely catch his breath.

Throwing the sheets off, he climbs to his feet and walks into the bathroom. After splashing some cold water on his face, Jack starts rummaging around for something to eat.

The nightmares have been getting worse. It was always the orphanage. Always Silent Hill. He longed for the days his worst nightmares were memories of friends dying on the battlefield. Now he almost feared sleep and the horrors it was going to force him to suffer through.
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« Reply #12 on: July 04, 2011, 06:44:50 PM »

The Alarm Clock is still beeping away the beeping becoming louder and more urgent to try and rouse him from his sleep.

The Motel is called the Sunshine Motel it's a little run down but cheap and seemingly in the middle of nowhere.   Jack should be in Brahms by lunch and then onto Silent Hill.

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