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rionaleonhart) wrote2005-03-15 07:04 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2005-03-15 07:04 pm
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We Like Plank.
So, I beat Silent Hill 2 a couple of weeks ago.
I should probably ramble on about the ending, seeing as I've been doing that for most of the game, but I won't. Suffice to say:
1) I got Leave, which is good, because it was the one I was trying for (by the end of the game I was far too fond of James to put him through the Maria or In Water endings). Owing to unfortunate circumstances, however, I was unable to watch the credits, and now have an insane desire to watch them. This is decidedly odd.
2) One of the best ways of lessening the terror is running around in happy little circles, plank drawn, humming Nobuo Uematsu's 'Only A Plank Between One And Perdition'. No, really.
3) Seriously, a can of lightbulbs?
And now to the real purpose of this post: it's one of those memes where anyone can request the basic plot of a fic, and I have to write it! Hoorah!
Please remember that, although I will place no limits on what you can request, there are limits on what I can write. If you comment with 'Write a 32,000 word poem about the beauty of cockroaches from the point of view of a random corpse in Silent Hill, with implied romance between James and Pyramid Head,' I'll... well, I'll probably give it a try, but I cannot guarantee that you'll get your poem. There are also no guarantees about quality or receiving the fic in a timely fashion, just so you know.
(I'll try to get that Maria/Angela thing written someday. Really.)
ETA: Multiple requests are not only allowed; they are encouraged.
I should probably ramble on about the ending, seeing as I've been doing that for most of the game, but I won't. Suffice to say:
1) I got Leave, which is good, because it was the one I was trying for (by the end of the game I was far too fond of James to put him through the Maria or In Water endings). Owing to unfortunate circumstances, however, I was unable to watch the credits, and now have an insane desire to watch them. This is decidedly odd.
2) One of the best ways of lessening the terror is running around in happy little circles, plank drawn, humming Nobuo Uematsu's 'Only A Plank Between One And Perdition'. No, really.
3) Seriously, a can of lightbulbs?
And now to the real purpose of this post: it's one of those memes where anyone can request the basic plot of a fic, and I have to write it! Hoorah!
Please remember that, although I will place no limits on what you can request, there are limits on what I can write. If you comment with 'Write a 32,000 word poem about the beauty of cockroaches from the point of view of a random corpse in Silent Hill, with implied romance between James and Pyramid Head,' I'll... well, I'll probably give it a try, but I cannot guarantee that you'll get your poem. There are also no guarantees about quality or receiving the fic in a timely fashion, just so you know.
(I'll try to get that Maria/Angela thing written someday. Really.)
ETA: Multiple requests are not only allowed; they are encouraged.
HELLO HAVE SOME WEIRD. Silent Hill 2-II: The Joys of Incoherency
This fic is kind of bugging me. There's clearly something that really, really needs to be done to it in order to make it better. I just... can't figure out what it is.
Also, it's too long to pass the LJ-Comment test, so I'll be posting it in two parts.
James...
Maria!
James...
Mary - Maria, don't make me do this.
James... James... James...
...i'msorry.
James doesn't want her there. He doesn't want to be reminded of what he did every time he sees her.
In my restless dreams...
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised me you'd take me there again someday.
But you never did.
Well, I'm alone there now.
In our 'special place'...
Waiting for you to come to see me.
But you never do.
"Did you want to come here?"
Laura shrugs, not looking at him. "It's what Mary wanted."
He walks over to stand beside her, looks out of the window. "...I can understand if you hate me." He hates himself, after all.
She shrugs again. "She forgave you." She still doesn't look at him, though, and she still doesn't speak unless he speaks to her. It's not going to be easy, he feels, but he doesn't deserve ease in his life. "If she wants me to be here, I'm happy here."
James is silent.
It's... difficult, looking after Laura.
He and Mary used to discuss having children, before she became ill. Mary had wanted a child. James had always been uneasy about it.
If Mary were here, she would be able to look after Laura. She had always been better with children than James.
...it's a pity she... died.
"You said that you met Mary in the hospital, right?"
"Yeah."
"What were you doing there? Were you ill?" He feels that he should have asked it a long time ago.
"Why do you care?" Laura is always cold to him when he mentions Mary. James doesn't understand why.
"Tell me, Laura." He's never been good at being stern. He can't remember what possessed him to adopt this girl. He can't handle raising a child.
She looks oddly at him for a moment before turning away. "...It was just a cold."
James watches her for some time, and then leans back against the wall and closes his eyes.
He feels that perhaps he's forgotten something, something that could explain why Laura hates him so much. But he never asks.
That evening he turns on the TV, but it's broken and there's nothing but television static, casting a cold flickering light on the walls and ceiling around him.
James stares at it for longer than he should before he turns it off.
He never tries watching television again.