Henry Townshend

[Paleville] Spiral

2008-05-04T23:42:31Z

The woods were just as he remembered them. Dark and foreboding, the occasional dog running out at them. Sometimes he would see something off in the distance, another one of those nurse creatures, sometimes something else- larger. He'd run after them if they were sufficiently close, always hitting them with his flashlight. He'd bludgeon them immediately, making sure they didn't have time to move around him and get to Eileen. Making the first move was the best option- plus, he was finding he didn't mind it. He hated when dogs caught him unaware, but he managed to jump into them, only catching a few bites and scratches so far.

It had been a very long walk towards Lynn's house- honestly, though, not as long as it should have been. It would make the map hard to follow exactly, but really, that was the least of their worries. He still didn't feel quite right. In fact, Henry's mind kept fuzzing over, and it was hard to concentrate. He'd assume it was the oppressive air, pervasive even here in the great 'outdoors'. But no, there was something else. Everything seemed tilted, one way too far or another. Still, other worries.

He checks the map, near useless as it is now, and finds they're on the right street. It wouldn't be far now. As soon as he folds up the map to tell Eileen this, he sees another figure behind her, about twenty feet. He's out of breath, but he runs quickly, charging it so it barely has time to turn before he's clocked it upside the head. He stomps on it heavily, then leans with his hands on his knees, panting. "There's a lot of these damn things, aren't there?" he asks Eileen, out of breath.

[Nowhere] Silence

2008-04-25T05:12:51Z

By the time Henry reached the merry-go-round, rusted to a stop and tilted slightly off it's axis, he decided it was the most welcome thing he'd seen in hours. Carefully, he plopped himself down onto it, long limbs splayed everywhere. He looked around the rest of the small playground, relaxing very slightly at the small bit of quiet he seemed to have been granted. He'd been running since he got here, he had to stop before something stopped him- he really wished he didn't know this from experience. Words like 'routine' and 'long haul' floated through his tired brain.

He thought about Eileen, and what she must be going through right now. If he was lucky, she got out immediately. She had tumbled on a small, insignificant portion of this horribleness, and it had taken a half hour or so to get out, but now she was back at home and hoping for his safety. He knew that wasn't how it happened, but he had to tell himself otherwise. Still, he tried once again to remember what she had with her. Did she have those high heels on? She definitely had her pistol, but how many rounds? Were they out by now?

He blocked out images of Eileen screaming for him as those things with the long split mouths bludgeoned her, blocked out the image of her tearful face resting on her knees, murmuring that he should be far from here. He stood up and rubbed his eyes. He checked to make sure he still had some ammo left as he passed the jungle gym. The swings squealed horribly, as if his passing caused some sort of disturbance in the air. As he looked down the dark of the continuing tunnel, he really wished he hadn't smashed the bulb on the flashlight with the last group of creatures. This was going to be so much harder in the dark.

As if hearing his thoughts, a light flickered behind him, followed by the sound of static. He didn't want to turn around, but he felt he had no choice. There was the thready contents of a voice hidden in the sound- no way he could just ignore that. There was a television behind him, sitting on that same merry-go-round, maybe even where he had sat. Henry walked back to stare at it.

Trying to listen for anything else approaching was proving impossible- the static was loud and getting louder. Every once in awhile, he heard some small snippets of a female voice. He listened harder, but there was no picking it out- eventually, however, it did clear up to the point that he could tell enough. It wasn't Eileen. Words became clearer. "...Ashfield and the woods of- szzzt- ....bodies of men and women were discovered. The police reported that all the murders appeared to be the work of the same perpertrator." Henry frowned and looked down at the snowy screen, making out the image of a woman in it. She held papers, apparently giving her this 'new' information. "Four of the victims were found dead at the scene, and the fifth victim, a Miss Eileen Galvin, was transported to---"

It promptly cut back to static. Henry, frowning, brought a hand to it's side, jolting it lightly. The static didn't change. Was that before, or-? His thoughts cut out as that same news scene cut back in. It was for News 7 again- he could see the logo in the back- but the announcer was now a man. "Earlier today, the bodies of two former residents were found in the South Ashfield Heights apartment building."

"What...?" he said, narrowing his eyes at the aerial image of South Ashfield Heights as a helicopter panned over it.

The newscaster talked over the image. "Their deaths happened on the third anniversary of their kidnapping from the same apartments. They reappeared months after the kidnappings and had declined to discuss their situation with News 7." The static was gaining again, louder and louder until Henry could barely make out what the man was saying. He couldn't let this happen. "Police are investigating their deaths, but it is believed to be a double suicide at this time-" The static was tearing through Henry's skull at this point. He wondered how a sound could make it hard to breathe, but then he couldn't focus on anything but the noise. He grabbed at his head and winced, leaning backwards. "In other news, it has been -ffzzt- since a patient fr- ffsszzzzt- with her doctor, Troy Abernathy. The two were belie-"

The burst of static noise that followed was too much for him, even though he'd been trying hard to hold on. Henry groaned and toppled backwards, head in his hands.

[Nowhere] Fallen Dreams

2008-04-06T18:41:33Z

He didn't shoot them.

He should have. They moved quickly and he didn't really have the time to club them all, but his gun- he left it in its holster, inexplicably. It was something he'd always have a hard time with. Shooting the dogs was easy easy enough, but the nurses seemed too much like people. So even though they were trying to rip him to shreds, he didn't shoot them. Instead he'd club them over the head with his flashlight, swiped their legs out from under them, stomped their ribs in. Maybe that wasn't any better.

There had been so many damp, moldering passages he'd forced himself through. Every hallway seemed to have one or two of these creatures. Short blonde hair framed their contorted faces, too-large mouths cutting sideways and diagonally, all the ways they shouldn't go. He'd run when he could, remembering the rule he'd given himself the last time he was 'here'. But there were a few times when they caught up with him, and then he was cornered, and he had to fight.

The last altercation included a knife in his shoulder blades from a creature he'd lost the position of. He'd twirled, catching her off-guard, and when she fell to the ground he stomped on her ribs once and ran faster than he ever had in his life.

He was still fairly certain he was underground, but now he was jogging briskly through a green field. There were people laying on the ground, all lined up in a row with their arms crossed. Henry went on the defensive immediately, but as they continued to lay still he noticed the wounds on all of them. Across the throat, in the eyes, over the wrists. Were they self-inflicted?

He knelt down upon reaching them. Boys in ripped t-shirts, wearing beaded necklaces and worn converse. Girls with long hair clips and short skirts, bruises across the cheeks and smeared overdone makeup. Seven people, not one of them over the age of 17. They were so very young- why were they here? He looked around, trying to find a clue. He eventually gave up, got up to leave when he noticed it. Under the teens, and around them, there were white flowers interspersed with the grass. White claudia...

An unearthly howl from thirty yards back caused Henry to look back. The nurses he'd been running from, and forgotten all about, were still on their way. He pushed himself up onto his feet and ran the opposite direction, hoping to find some way out, some way to Eileen. When he saw the blood trails, he figured that's likely as good an indicator as anything. The dark passages gave way to a series of long hallways, and finally a door.

As he shut it behind him, he found himself in yet another dingy doctor's office. He let out a long breath and stopped moving, first leaning against the back of the door, then jumping up as the pain in his back made him remember the knife-wound in his shoulder. He shook the cobwebs from his mind, as best he could, and walked to the opposite door.

He couldn't rest, he needed to get to Eileen. Wherever she was.

[Nowhere] Goal

2008-03-28T02:23:11Z

He shoots at the wall again, knowing he's wasting bullets- but he can't help it. He heard a low growl and people don't make that noise. He supposes that as long as he doesn't hear that high, chittering laugh (or even worse, a low, deep chuckle) he's doing all right.

He doesn't speak, although he's sometimes tempted to. There's no point. These things won't listen, and he's finally learned his lesson there. Damn it, why won't it just come out from behind where it's hiding? He has to go that way! He's made it through a labyrinth of alleyways, familiar but put together all sorts of different ways. And now he can see the lake in the distance, and he needs to get there. Who know what side it will be on, whether he'll be close to the correct cemetary (god, there are so many), but it's that little bit farther.

The thing growls once more, but doesn't come out. Henry leans back against the wall and sighs heavily, letting it sink in that he's going to have to go past it anyway. It's not going to be a ghost or anything like that. Putting the gun away, he holds the Maglite like a baton and inches forward, further and further. He can hear it breathing.

When he turns the corner, there's nothing there. He's starting to wonder if maybe it's completely deserted as he continues walking towards the lake.

He stares at the water as he walks, that hateful water that washes away bits of himself every time he's near it. He has to get there- Eileen will be close, and he has to find her. He can't last without her.

He hadn't noticed that the road ended abruptly, not until he puts his foot out and nothing catches it. He tips forward, and it's almost comical as he sees the ground come up to meet him, then fly upwards past him. He hears the growl again.

And then everything's dark.

[Brahms] Routine Disruption

2008-03-26T18:52:03Z

Too long. Far too long. Henry checked his watch, and tried to remember where the hand was when Eileen had just stared at him and disappeared to Lakeside Cemetery. He thought it was five minutes. He'd give it a couple more, and when Eileen got back, he might actually get upset. She needed to be there, but she didn't need to take so long, did she?

Generally, Henry didn't have a hard time waiting for things. He could just zone out and let the time slide by- although, to be honest, he was trying to be better about that. This time there was no question, though. He felt every second pass by painfully, imagined he could hear the tick in his watch.

Ten minutes from that moment passed, and when he knew it was too late, he finally got out his phone. He cursed as he pressed the information into it, pressed the button. She had told him he was under no circumstances to come there, but he couldn't listen to her, not now. He won't look at the lake. He won't do anything but look for her. He repeated that in his head and waited for the scenery to change.

Nothing happened, and he let a broken sob escape from his lips before composing himself. No, this can't happen again, this can't, and if he has to, he'll just walk to Silent Hill.

He didn't make it to the parking lot- or rather, he did, but it was the wrong one. His car was still in it, but there was something off. It took him half a minute before he realized the exit was gone, a small building in place of the street.

He took a moment to pull the Maglite and extra ammo from his car, not expecting that either would do much good. As he located the little alley that was suddenly the only way he can walk, he was unsurprised to find blood splattered on the wall.

Information Overload

2007-04-14T03:15:04Z

He still wasn't happy with this idea, and he never would be. But he had to accept it, and that he was something he was good at. Eileen had let him pick the spot, and he figured that New York was a neutral enough place.

What were they doing? They were going to talk to Dr. Abernathy, the monster who had sided with Walter. But he'd done a few helpful things, too, so that was why Henry hadn't dropped the idea outright. For a couple that was trying to avoid contact with all things Silent Hill, they were really coming into contact with a lot of it.

It was because they really had no choice. There were people missing and even though they didn't have much of a chance of helping them, there was still a chance. They had to try.

So he sips at a hot chocolate while standing outside the designated cafe, watching the people go by. It's late and Henry wonders if Troy is going to show up at all. He leans against the wall and looks to Eileen. "I don't know if this is going to work," he says quietly, unsure as to whether he should be happy or sad about that.

htownshend @ 2007-03-22T01:10:00

2007-03-22T05:11:16Z

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*Download Here*

~SR-71 - Non-Toxic~
I'm one of those things you save forever but never need
Like an old newspaper no one has time to read
This child has grown into a dead end
Since I lost the power to pretend

~Men at Work - Who can it be now?~
Who can it be knocking at my door?
Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor.
If he hears, he'll knock all day,
I'll be trapped, and here I'll have to stay.
I've done no harm, I keep to myself;
There's nothing wrong with my state of mental health.

~Azure Ray - Displaced~
And she's my friend of friends
She's still here
And everyone's gone
She doesn't have to say a thing

~VAST - Land of Shame~
Looking out my window staring
At the things that I can't see
If I listen closely,
I can hear a dying dream
I'm wrapped up in the the warmth
Of an unforgiving game
I'm on vacation in the land of shame

~Maroon 5 - Must Get Out~
Fumbling through your dresser door forgot what I was looking for
Try to guide me in the right direction
Making use of all this time
Keeping everything inside
Close my eyes and listen to you cry

~Guster - Barrel of a Gun~
Lie back and fast asleep
If you could see what I could see
Drip drop a lovely dream

~The Beatles - Nowhere Man~
Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

~Collective Soul - Heavy~
Complicate this world you wrapped for me
I'm acquainted with your suffering

~Akira Yamaoka - Room of Angel~
if I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
you will not hear me say I'm sorry
where is the light
wonder if it's weeping somewhere

~Our Lady Peace - Right Behind You~
Hey hey I don't know, but I believe
In yesterday, and what it means
To bleed and know that you're okay

~Akira Yamaoka - Your Rain~
On the sidewalk of the city
are my screams just a whisper
busy people going nowhere
see me soak in the rain
no compassion nothing matters
my resistance is waning
like a flower in the basement
waiting for a lonely death

Family Gathering

2007-03-03T19:46:00Z

He doesn't want to be here. With every fibre of his being, he wishes he were somewhere else. As he does his best to edge towards the doorway, he listens to his mother drone on with Eileen about some thing. It was clear that neither of them really understood what the other was talking about, but they were trying to make the attempt at polite conversation.

In his mother's hands was a photo album, and that was the reason they were here. Henry didn't think it was worth it, especially with the way his father kept glaring at him. Henry didn't talk either, unless Eileen asked him something specifically. Then he'd have to catch up with the conversation, mutter something awkward, and his father would glare some more, and his mother would look disappointed. They're just how he remembered them.

He turns his mind towards trying to figure out a way to remove him and Eileen from this situation, but he can't think of anything that would be acceptable. This is an interesting way to be trapped.

The conversation turns toward vacations, and his mother inevitably brings up Rosewater Park. Henry shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

htownshend @ 2007-02-10T01:33:00

2007-02-10T06:33:14Z

Eileen, we've got a big problem.

Name Change

2007-01-24T05:23:10Z

Hi, everyone. This is still Henry...guess I should be more specific, huh? This account used to be 'other_henry'. I finally got a name change. I know this isn't too exciting or anything, but it's my name. So that should work.

Work's been pretty good. I keep thinking that I'm going to run out of buildings to take pictures of, but...it's not happening so far. It's been really nice.

Someone went missing around here recently. It's probably nothing, but...we're still looking into it. I wasn't able to get anything that wasn't already in the news article we saw, but...well, we'll keep looking. Does anyone here happen to know someone named Lynn DeAngelis? It can't hurt to ask, right?

OOC: Yet Another Table for Your Friends' Lists

2006-11-04T06:29:37Z

All right, so I'm giving this a try. If it gets too difficult to do with just Henry, I may move to incorporating my other characters as well...we'll see. ;-)

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

htownshend @ 2006-11-01T18:03:00

2006-11-01T23:03:43Z

Hey, Eileen?

I know we're planning on meeting with a couple of your friends tonight....but I don't think I'm going to make it. I don't really feel like going out tonight. Sorry....hope that's okay.

[Locked to Eileen]

2006-10-08T00:41:30Z

Hey, Eileen....is everything all right with you? Are you doing all right? I mean, you seemed to be doing great, I just...I don't know. Nothing weird's happened lately, has it?

Day

2006-10-05T05:59:59Z

Coincides with this post.

8:22 - Wake up and calm down.
8:30 - Alarm goes off.
8:31 - Shower.
8:43 - Brush teeth.
8:48 - Check e-mail.
8:55 - Check the nexus.
9:01 - Pinpoint to the office in New York.
9:05 - Check over photo equipment.
9:10 - Receive text message from Eileen confirming presence in New York and wishing good day.
9:20 - Clean up/Organize photos from yesterday.
9:30 - Head out towards Brooklyn to photograph a site.
9:45 - Stuck in traffic in Manhattan.
10:00 - See a couple costumed people fly over head, hear a distant explosion.
10:02 - Resist urge to send Eileen a pointless text message.
10:15 - Still stuck in traffic in Manhattan- briefly reconsider PINpoint policy.
10:38 - Finally make it out to the location.
11:03 - Initial walkthrough of the building.
11:05 - Resist urge to send Eileen a pointless text message.
11:33 - Photographing of Area 1.
11:38 - Send Eileen pointless text message.
11:42 - Photographing of Area 2.
12:06 - Photographing of Area 3.
12:25 - Lunch in creepy abandoned building.
12:32 - Receive pointless text message from Eileen, feel better.
12:50 - Photographing of Area 4.
1:34 - Miss a small street fight outside the window.
1:43 - Photographing of Area 5.
2:13 - Photographing of Area 6.
2:27 - Try to decide whether to head to a second site today or not.
2:31 - Send pointless text message to Eileen, receive another on back. Breathe.
2:36 - Take some extra photos just for the hell of it.
3:10 - Head out of Brooklyn Site. Enter traffic again.
3:29 - Receive text message from Eileen. Smile.
3:35 - Make it out to Manhattan.
3:46 - Stuck in traffic. Wonder if he should just start using the subway.
4:02 - Remember in vivid detail fighting his way through South Ashfield Station.
4:12 - Shake off memory of pinning Cynthia, send Eileen about one-quarter of a text message by accident.
4:16 - Make it back to the office.
4:20 - Unpack equipment, clean.
4:46 - Load photos into computer, start cleaning them up.
5:35 - Realize he's still cleaning up photos, send Eileen a text message automatically.
5:39 - Receive phone call from Eileen.
5:40 - Get confused by sudden dinner invitation, then talked out of it by Eileen.
5:45 - Leave work.
6:01 - Take long shower.
6:35 - Check e-mails and the nexus.
7:14 - Heat up some soup for dinner.
7:42 - Fail to finish soup, put the rest away.
7:55 - Resist urge to send Eileen pointless text message.
7:58 - Turn on the TV, fail to watch it.
8:16 - Mess with personal photos with TV on.
8:50 - Eileen arrives, knocks on door.
9:15 - Watch Eileen check the nexus while hearing about her dinner.
9:39 - Talk with Eileen about the news.
10:13 - Get asked to show pictures, pull out extra photos (she'll see the normal ones tomorrow)
10:27 - Talk about current financial outlook, maybe moving into a bigger place later.
10:39 - Asked about the Sherman-Townshends. Brain blanks for a few seconds before responding with a 'haven't seen them lately'.
10:42 - Continue to fail watching the TV.
11:09 - Realize the zoning when Eileen says she's tired.
11:29 - Kiss Eileen.
12:03 - Confused by crossword questions. Want to get back to the kissing but too shy to ask about it.
12:16 - Narrowly avoid being asked about high school with accordance to inexplicable crossword-doing.
12:34 - Kiss Eileen goodnight, carefully and successfully do not express impatience.
12:37 - Stare at the wall and think about Eileen.
12:52 - Attempt #1 at sleep.
1:32 - Make tea.
1:45 - Check e-mail and the nexus. Find nothing new.
2:06 - Attempt #2 at sleep.
2:56 - Find Eileen asleep on couch, give her a blanket. Resist urge to invite to own bed.
3:22 - Hear Eileen leave through the front door.
3:45 - Sleep intermittently with terrible nightmares. Fail to mention anything about them later on.

htownshend @ 2006-09-26T09:54:00

2006-09-26T13:54:30Z

I haven't written for awhile, have I? I seem to have a hard time writing in this unless I need it for something. I never was too good with journals.

Things are going really well. I don't think I ever was in a job that I actually liked, that was more than passing time and getting paid for it. It's weird. A wonderful kind of weird. Thanks, Claire. Hope all your training is going well.

And I'm sure it's really obvious, but Eileen and I have been dating. That's really great, too. Hermes is going to help her sleep well tonight. ~~I'm a little nervous about it, but~~ it's really nice of him, and she could really use it.

It's like I have a whole different life now....I couldn't be happier about it. I'm still tired a lot of the time, but that's not a huge deal. And it's not anywhere as bad as it used to be. You know, I thought I'd need a vacation, but work is turning out to be that. Funny how this stuff works out sometimes.

Now if only we could be sure the Nexus would be safe...

[Portland, ME] Ineffectual

2006-08-24T05:02:15Z

He'd been really enjoying his job since he started. He loves New York and scouting out sites like this...it's so much better than what he was used to. This was an actual job. So when he's there, he's utterly focused on it. He manages to leave the time he told Eileen today- since she was expecting him, he was actually paying attention to the clock.

And as soon as he starts packing up, it hits him again. Not your business. He spends the next couple of minutes staring at his camera pieces, deep in thought. Then he packs up and heads out.

He calls Eileen as soon as he's reached his apartment again, letting her know he was back and ready.

[Locked to Liz]

2006-08-21T17:45:48Z

Hey, Liz...could we talk? ...whenever you're feeling up to it, of course.

Home again

2006-08-18T15:38:55Z

I don't think Ed believes me, about helping out with a cousin in Colorado. He said J told him the same sort of story....but he didn't push it, at least. I guess that's good.

Everything else is just getting back to normal...it's nice to be home.

[locked] But what am I going to do about this? I don't think Henry's even seen it. Liz hasn't said anything....and damn it, I don't even know what it really means. I've been wanting to go talk to Liz for awhile, but....

[Prompt] Rest and Peace of Heart

2006-08-15T14:08:10Z

It's a dream- and he knows it's a dream. The way you just do sometimes.

It's a dream and he's standing by the water's edge. This is where he belongs and he knows that, too. Out here by the water, you don't see the rusted metal, and there's only a little blood. The smell of decay is still invasive and cloying, but this is the only spot where its really quiet. Other than the apartment, it was Walter's favorite place. It's Henry's, too.

He likes it so much that he sees it both ways. The path is clear and sunny, for once not obscured by the constant fog. The path is also overgrown with dark black vines, which look vaguely like children's limbs in the darkness. The lake itself is exactly the same in both places- grey, unchanging quiet. A void. Henry can't help but stare at it as he walks.

His foot taps against something he doesn't quite expect- a bench. It faces the water, of course. The 'normal' lakeside falls away, and he's stuck in that horrible other world again. The wood is molded and rotting, but he sits on it anyway. It holds him...he knew somehow it always would.

And he should be resting, but he can't help thinking...thinking about how many times he's told Eileen not to give up hope already, how many times she's suffered so much she might have been better off dead. He thinks about how tired he is, how he doesn't know if he can do decent work for Claire, how he doesn't know if she'd feel too bad about it to tell him if he's not. He thinks about the simple fact that he doesn't know anything.

The lake takes it all into itself. Every thought melts in the air until he's run out of things to worry about. And then he can finally rest. He lays down on his side, feeling the slime pull off the wood and onto his face. He stares at the lake, and he even smiles a little. He'll finally have something like peace soon, he knows it.

htownshend @ 2006-08-04T14:29:00

2006-08-04T18:29:51Z

I've got a job! A photography job.

Claire's having me scout out and document building on her homeworld. Eileen's going to be working on the business end of it.

I'm really looking forward to it. This is the sort of project I like. ~~But I hope she isn't doing this just to help us out.~~

The clock winds down.

2006-07-25T23:40:01Z

Out of everyone who went to the otherworld to help save Liz, Henry Townshend the only one who didn't seem to be affected at all. He didn't have any powers to drain, he didn't have any aggressive personality to bring out, he didn't have any change in himself at all. Somehow, he knows he's the only one. He can see it in their faces.

For reasons unknown, this bothers him a great deal. It's stupid, and he knows it's stupid, and he hates himself for it, but...even Walter's world overlooked him this time. The only thing unique about him, horrible as it was, and all these people had to deal with that and worse. And they dealt with it better than he did.

He wasn't a threat. He wasn't anything resembling a threat, and Walter knew it. Somewhere.

Because even though he tried, he didn't help anyone at all. He spent his entire time running away and failing to protect other people. Just like last time.

He can still feel Eileen jerking uncontrollably in his hands and screaming in pain while the other Henry (the useful one) completed the separation ritual. He could do nothing but watch her suffer.

Again.

He should be checking in on people. He's one of the few that wasn't really hurt, and the others could probably use the company. He should make sure they're doing okay. But after seeing Liz for a little while, he just can't bring himself to make the rounds.

He spends time with Eileen, and he talks with her, and he's able to keep his spirits up then. They're able to talk about what they're going to do now. He can (shyly) ask her about where she wants to go on their first date. He can ask her how her parents are doing. They can mostly pretend it's over. But every time they're separated, it all comes back. He wonders how long it'll be before even she can't keep it away.

Red Notebook

2006-07-13T21:53:25Z

((Note!! Don't read if you don't wants spoilers for the 2006 Silent Hill/Nexus game. This isn't actually written anywhere, it's just Save Game data. ;-) ))

Eileen.

I am so sorry I brought you here. That I let you come with us...I should've done everything in my power to keep you from coming with us. He wanted you.

We're still okay. I know you'd want to know about that. Henry's acting weird, but...I think he finally realized that. He wants us to...hurt him, I think, if he starts acting like a ghost. Don't worry, I wouldn't. ~~I couldn't with you, I'm not going to with him, either.~~

I didn't tell you how I felt about you before I left...you might think I'd regret that now, but I don't. I'll tell you when I get you back. Once we're safe.

I guess you probably know about that already, huh?

Just...try and remember- things will get better. They can be good again. I'll find you and we'll get away from here.

I'll find you. I promise.

[Locked against red_rooms_child and dr_abernathy] Question

2006-06-27T01:23:54Z

Hey, guys...

I know we've been working on this for awhile, but I was looking over some of the old records...the Halo symbol was what was around the holes in Walter's world, right? Or part of it, anyway. And that was the way me and Henry had to get around. So with these keys...we know they'd work better as those runes, but what if they need to be a circle, too? I don't know if they have to go around something specific, or if it could just be a wall...I don't know. Anyway, what do you think?

[Locked to Eileen]

Eileen, did you still want to talk about that serious stuff? Although 'want' is probably not the right word...

Change

2006-06-25T00:19:56Z

Things are better than they've been in awhile.

We'll keep working on it.

[Locked against red_rooms_child and dr_abernathy]

2006-06-10T05:30:05Z

Hey, Eileen, Henry? What's this: ceteradesuntcaveatshencameratutamenconsummatumnonest ? I found it in the typewriter notes, and it says it's supposed to be for me, but I can't find whatever page comes before it. This isn't something I remember seeing before.

[Locked to Eileen]

Are you doing okay?

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