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//PLEASE KET THE SH RP COMMUNITY ON TUMBLR REVIVE PLS PLS PLS

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TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT | DAY 20: QUOTES

KIM COATES as Thomas Gucci SILENT HILL (2006) dir. Christophe Gans

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I've always wanted to draw what I think Vincent looked like when he was living in Silent Hill with the rest of the cult. I assume he got a haircut and fresh duds when he went undercover.

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Wow to then block someone after saying thank for the reply and blocking because I wouldn’t give someone my socials. Fucking hell.

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When he arrived, he nearly lost his nerve and turned around to leave. But he didn’t want to fail Bree like that, or in any way, so he forced himself to walk up to the door and knock.

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Vincent was nervous to say the least. He’d never met anyone’s parents under any circumstances, and these particular circumstances were…touchy.

He didn’t know what to bring or how to dress, so he put on a clean outfit and jacket and picked up a bouquet of roses on his way over, hoping to make a decent impression.

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Vincent was nervous to say the least. He’d never met anyone’s parents under any circumstances, and these particular circumstances were…touchy.

He didn’t know what to bring or how to dress, so he put on a clean outfit and jacket and picked up a bouquet of roses on his way over, hoping to make a decent impression.

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It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

//Happy Birthday to my first Tumblr RP blog!

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Of course not.

Will washing my face with witch hazel attract witches to me?

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If I get a vampire facial, will it attract vampires?

Will washing my face with witch hazel attract witches to me?

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Will washing my face with witch hazel attract witches to me?

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I could go for a shower and some tea

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Gradually, Vincent was getting acclimated to life outside of Silent Hill, but it wasn’t easy. He’d left town with plenty of money, but in order to avoid suspicion, he got a small apartment and job that allowed him imitate normalcy.

Although he knew how to drive, he didn’t have a car-or a real license- so he usually took the bus. However, he’d somehow managed to miss it that evening, so he had to run to clock into his shift at the cafe. He threw the door open a bit too forcefully as he hurried in and straight to the back, not noticing any of the patrons, or the glares he got from his coworkers.

After he’d clocked in and straightened himself out, he went around bussing the abandoned tables. In doing so, he noticed the booth in the back had coffee spilled over its surface, as well as its occupant.

He grabbed a handful of napkins and offered them to the vacant and tired looking young man.

“You look like you could use these. Let me take care of this…”

As he was leaning over to wipe down the table, his eye caught the napkin and the shapes drawn on it For a moment, his breath froze in his throat and he fought the urge to press his hand to his chest, where the large brand still burned.

Panicked, he looked at the man again, searching his face for familiar features. He was from the Order, but he didn’t look familiar. Maybe he also hadn’t recognized Vincent, but the look on his face said otherwise.

“Uh, do you…is there anything else you need? More coffee…maybe…?”

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The sun was starting to set. It sent a wave of crimson and orange colors through the window of the cafe. The light doing little to warm the glass or Alex's spirit. He sat in a booth towards the back of the cafe. A good view of the street could be seen through the window and the front door. They had only gotten to this town this morning and it didn't feel nearly far enough from Shepherd's Glen.

The cup of coffee sitting between his hands had long since gone cold. How long had he been sitting here? He should probably return to the motel room soon. The wound in his leg was healing slowly and the burning pain simmered in the damaged muscle. He should probably be lying down.

But he just couldn't face Elle right now.

Everything was on its head right now. The hollow ache of loneliness and regret panged deep under his sternum. His shoulders hunched forward as he stared down at the napkin sitting under his coffee. The white paper torn slightly with smears of ink from one too many scribbled halos of the sun.

Alex's face scrunched up as he stared at the circles. Mouth tight in a sneer. He quickly moved the cup to cover the mark. His tongue sticking to his teeth as his mouth grew too dry. What was he thinking? They were too close, it was too soon.

If the wrong people saw that, he was a dead man.

The bell of the door rang and Alex jolted. The coffee sloshing as he jerked the mug. The cool liquid splattering over his hand. Alex too preoccupied by the figure in the doorway to care. The other seemed normal enough but there was something about how he held himself. A look in the other's eyes that Alex had seen on his parents and their church friends.

That very realization made Alex's pulse jump. He ducked his head lower and his vision wavered. Coffee-slick fingers clenching at the mug and slipping slightly. The weight of his ceremonial dagger burned in his pocket. He gripped the mug harder to keep from snatching at it.

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I think if you don’t think you’re sad, you’re not.

Do I really seem sad? I didn’t think I was… Maybe I’m just too used to the feeling that I’m terrible at noticing it now.

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Journal #1- Here and Gone (as well as other states of being)

For us, there was no Night or Day. There was only Dark and Not Dark (no Light, just Not Dark; Light didn’t exist for us either). Not Dark was the time when we would go outside (always in pairs or small groups) and gather supplies, and then hurry back to the Sanctuary before Dark. Dark was the time when we all huddled in the Sanctuary, still and quiet. If one could sleep, that was the time to do so (Awake and Asleep were two states, like Dark and Not Dark, where neither was good but one was preferable to the other, the latter being the preferred option in both cases).

This is the way life was. The only indication we had that time was passing at all was the way we all got older and the way that, from time to time, someone would suddenly be Gone. The opposite of Gone was Here, as in: ‘Nancy is no longer Here, therefore she is Gone’. These were the two ultimate states of existence to my young mind. You were either one or the other, although it didn’t matter so much which one you were.

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Journal #2

Not being any sort of prodigy (I’ll readily admit it), I didn’t read when I was very young. All I knew as a child was as follows:

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Journal # 3

As I child, I was completely ignorant to the nature of my life because I had no idea that anything else existed outside of the town. I didn’t know how grey my world was because I had never seen real colors; I didn’t know how cold it was because I had never felt warmth. I wasn’t lonely because I’d never seen other children, and I wasn’t afraid because I didn’t know any better.

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