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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.
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Laura never speaks to him.
Laura wouldn't notice if he walked quietly up behind her, metal pipe in hand -
There's a sound behind him, and Laura pulls herself up to sit next to him on the wall. They sit there in silence for a while before she leans her head against his shoulder, a little awkwardly. He looks at her, taken aback.
After a pause, she speaks. "...She - Mary always said you were a good person." She coughs, quietly. "...I guess I should give you a chance.
James despises himself.
When James is walking to the kitchen, he hears a faint crackling sound. The radio in the sitting room is emitting static. The radio used to be in his bedroom, but he moved it immediately after adopting Laura. He can't remember why, now.
Puzzled, he walks over to examine it. The static becomes steadily louder as he nears it.
The radio is off.
Confused, he tries to turn it on, but the switch is stuck. He doesn't understand how it can be making a noise if it is not switched on.
James crouches to unplug the radio, only to find that it is already unplugged.
He lies awake for a very long time. When he sleeps he dreams of falling, and a burning stairway, and a videotape in the middle of an empty room.
The radio is still emitting static - it's quiet, as James is on the other side of the room, but still loud enough to be irritating. Laura doesn't seem to be bothered by it at all, he notes.
"Can't you hear that?
She glances over at him. "Hear what?"
He walks towards her, and the static again becomes louder as he approaches the radio. His proximity can't be affecting the static, he tells himself. That's ridiculous.
"The radio."
She shakes her head, looking over at the radio. "It's not even plugged in," she says scornfully, and then coughs a few times.
The cold is getting worse, James notices.
(Flowers? I don't want any damn flowers!)
The memory of Mary's illness is coming back to him. Short flashes, moments of dialogue.
(Don't leave me alone! Tell me I'll be okay! Tell me I'm not going to die!)
James looks over at Laura, and knows that he can't live through that again.
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This one, however, made me gasp aloud no less than twice.
I think the only course of action is to use a saying I've been overusing recently, and point out that you win forever.
(I'd thought you'd done something on this before, but it turned out I was thinking of this (http://www.livejournal.com/users/geekerypokery/69412.html?thread=320292#t320292). I don't know why, but it reminds me of your style.)