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thecapitol2015-03-16 04:22 pm
inrestlessdreams) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-16 04:22 pm
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[Open] Alone in the Town
Who| James Sunderland and Open!
What| Sunderland arrives at the Capitol, finds himself in dire need of dry clothes
Where| All over the Capitol
When| Arena 13 finale week
Warnings/Notes| As per Silent Hill 2 and Sunderland's canonpoint, spoilers and mature topics may be hinted.
A. I'm alone there now [Capitol]
There wasn't much of a break for James Sunderland between being fished out of Toluca Lake, then shoved into the glaring lights that dominated this new environment. He coughed and hacked out as much water out of his throat in a desperate bid for air he'd foregone just a few minutes before. Mary sat beside him, seatbelt on, sleeping without there being need to be. No more pain…no more misery, it was just silence and the sounds of water invading his ears. Wait-
"M-Mary?" the clerk gasped out, "Mary!" Maybe it was a dream, or maybe it wasn't, but he thought he saw shadowy hands pull the lifeless body out of the rustbucket they called a car. Whoever stole his chance to be with his wife forever, they now had her, somewhere! After all he'd done to see her, hear her voice again, now she was gone! A rush of anxiety, of fear came over James as he patted around his heavy, sopping clothes for a picture of his wife, but to no avail. All he had on him was the small broken radio he'd found in that first monster, feasting on a corpse. Once upon a time, it would've emitted white noise and static when danger approached within the town of Silent Hill, making the man tense and ready for the incoming onslaught. To hear nothing out of it was much more distressing for James, it truly meant he was alone in this strange new city.
"E-Excuse me, but have you seen my wife, Mary?" the man asked around the citizens, most of whom were too outlandishly dressed for this to be real. Was that woman blue?! And that man, did he have scales?! What kind of hell was this? Silent Hill was really outdoing itself now. "Sh-she has red hair, fair skin, really sweet smile…she's in a floral dress and pink sweater. Have you seen her?" James tried in vain to find out more but no one knew anything or worse, laughed at him. This only made him ask around more.
B. In our Special Place [Tribute Tower]
It took a few hours of asking around until a Peacekeeper had James escorted into the Tribute Tower, unrelenting even as the man asked for information. Sunderland could tell the officer relished in that he is an honored guest of the Capitol and he was here to serve as a Tribute. What did he mean by Tribute? Like a sacrifice? To what? James kept quiet during the short trip, mulling things over. He remembered more about the last few minutes of his life in that ill-fated trip to Silent Hill than he did coming here. Angela's voice crackled with the fire that consumed the Lakeside Hotel…how Eddie's laughs hung in the air as he taunted him in the meat locker…and Laura's screams…He still remembered Maria's rage as the town let her become the avatar of his dead wife's resentment. To be here was an affront to the town's power and judgment.
They said I was assigned to District 3, whatever that means, he thought as he arrived. Whatever this place was, it was now his home. There was no warmth, it was all sheen and most of the inhabitants were too busy with the large and flat screens to pay attention to him. Or so he would think. It's not that easy to sneak around when you're sloshing around. No radio noise plagued his ears, but why would it? His lifeline to his past was dead.
C. Waiting For You [District 3 Common Area]
Maybe here…maybe someone in his district knew something about Mary…or Maria if it was the case. Though he'd have one hell of a bad time telling the difference at this point. So he was here to die in the service of District 3, a district that he had no connection to or even an inkling if it even existed. For all he knew, none of this was actually real. Though the sharp pain in his stomach sure was. Oh yeah, the last time he ate anything was before he and Mary made that trip to Silent Hill. The journey itself yielded no chance to eat meals that weren't rotten , a health drink or devoured by Eddie.
Finding the fridge wasn't a problem, and there was a strange relief when it didn't have a body stuffed into it.
"I-I hope they don't mind."
What| Sunderland arrives at the Capitol, finds himself in dire need of dry clothes
Where| All over the Capitol
When| Arena 13 finale week
Warnings/Notes| As per Silent Hill 2 and Sunderland's canonpoint, spoilers and mature topics may be hinted.
A. I'm alone there now [Capitol]
There wasn't much of a break for James Sunderland between being fished out of Toluca Lake, then shoved into the glaring lights that dominated this new environment. He coughed and hacked out as much water out of his throat in a desperate bid for air he'd foregone just a few minutes before. Mary sat beside him, seatbelt on, sleeping without there being need to be. No more pain…no more misery, it was just silence and the sounds of water invading his ears. Wait-
"M-Mary?" the clerk gasped out, "Mary!" Maybe it was a dream, or maybe it wasn't, but he thought he saw shadowy hands pull the lifeless body out of the rustbucket they called a car. Whoever stole his chance to be with his wife forever, they now had her, somewhere! After all he'd done to see her, hear her voice again, now she was gone! A rush of anxiety, of fear came over James as he patted around his heavy, sopping clothes for a picture of his wife, but to no avail. All he had on him was the small broken radio he'd found in that first monster, feasting on a corpse. Once upon a time, it would've emitted white noise and static when danger approached within the town of Silent Hill, making the man tense and ready for the incoming onslaught. To hear nothing out of it was much more distressing for James, it truly meant he was alone in this strange new city.
"E-Excuse me, but have you seen my wife, Mary?" the man asked around the citizens, most of whom were too outlandishly dressed for this to be real. Was that woman blue?! And that man, did he have scales?! What kind of hell was this? Silent Hill was really outdoing itself now. "Sh-she has red hair, fair skin, really sweet smile…she's in a floral dress and pink sweater. Have you seen her?" James tried in vain to find out more but no one knew anything or worse, laughed at him. This only made him ask around more.
B. In our Special Place [Tribute Tower]
It took a few hours of asking around until a Peacekeeper had James escorted into the Tribute Tower, unrelenting even as the man asked for information. Sunderland could tell the officer relished in that he is an honored guest of the Capitol and he was here to serve as a Tribute. What did he mean by Tribute? Like a sacrifice? To what? James kept quiet during the short trip, mulling things over. He remembered more about the last few minutes of his life in that ill-fated trip to Silent Hill than he did coming here. Angela's voice crackled with the fire that consumed the Lakeside Hotel…how Eddie's laughs hung in the air as he taunted him in the meat locker…and Laura's screams…He still remembered Maria's rage as the town let her become the avatar of his dead wife's resentment. To be here was an affront to the town's power and judgment.
They said I was assigned to District 3, whatever that means, he thought as he arrived. Whatever this place was, it was now his home. There was no warmth, it was all sheen and most of the inhabitants were too busy with the large and flat screens to pay attention to him. Or so he would think. It's not that easy to sneak around when you're sloshing around. No radio noise plagued his ears, but why would it? His lifeline to his past was dead.
C. Waiting For You [District 3 Common Area]
Maybe here…maybe someone in his district knew something about Mary…or Maria if it was the case. Though he'd have one hell of a bad time telling the difference at this point. So he was here to die in the service of District 3, a district that he had no connection to or even an inkling if it even existed. For all he knew, none of this was actually real. Though the sharp pain in his stomach sure was. Oh yeah, the last time he ate anything was before he and Mary made that trip to Silent Hill. The journey itself yielded no chance to eat meals that weren't rotten , a health drink or devoured by Eddie.
Finding the fridge wasn't a problem, and there was a strange relief when it didn't have a body stuffed into it.
"I-I hope they don't mind."
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"Uh, no, I've just arrived from..." from what, his mind struggled to come up with an answer, "A vacation in Silent Hill." His voice was distant, one could say lost. He'd almost forgotten why he was so wet until his pants made a sloshing sound.
"I don't mean to be a bother but do you know where the nearest clothing store is? I've been like this for a while a-and if I'm a guest, it would be rude to get sick, right?"
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"There are a lot of stores around. Fashion is one of the things the Capitol has in abundance." Even though most of it was hideously tacky, to Emily's tastes. At least the fact that James is a new arrival means that he won't be faced with Arena merchandise with his face plastered all over it. She still found that unnerving even years after her own Arena. "There should also be clothes for you in your room. Your stylist will have seen to that." She looks him up and down, deciding that he could definitely use a change of clothes. "Were you told what District you belong to?"
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Oh right the question about his assigned District, "I'm in District 3. I just arrived and was told that." Along with a few other things he's not comfortable talking about yet.
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"Uh, I'm James, James Sunderland," the new Tribute finally speaks up and takes the offered hand with just the slightest hesitation towards touching another human being. She's real, she's definitely real, this place? Not so sure, James thought to himself, then apologized out loud, "Ah, um, sorry about the mess. Didn't have time or money to get some new clothes."
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"You said you were a Mentor...right?" James asked as he followed Emily like a sick dog yearning for some purpose. "Is that for the, uh, Arena? To face?" The way he clutched the tiny radio, it was his anchor.