tapestodiane | 024

[AUDIO - and this isn't Cooper speaking. It's a strange, stilted voice you don't recognise.]

You are heere an thereis no place to g o ... BUT HOME!!

[After that, have some laughter. Again, not Cooper.]

[ACTION ANYWHERE: A lot of you know Cooper, but none of you know exactly how bizarre his life actually is. If you run into him today - anywhere, because any one step in a 4th wall is a treacherous one - you might find him accompanied by a Little Man, clad entirely in red, with secretive eyes. He carries a ring. Coop looks ... troubled.]

[You might find yourself in a Red Room, actually. With the Little Man, the Ring, and perhaps other things. Cooper may or may not be there.]

[Or that might not happen at all. In which case just feel free to bother Coop with having your true form/powers back/your very presence. Nevermind the Little Man, he has no business with you.]

(ooc: might do some tagging with

reddrapes! the Red Room is basically a place that screws with your mind, so if you want me to mess with your characters just let me know. COME AT ME BROS)

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_{[The growlithe stays put as he speaks, its tongue hanging listlessly between the two halves of its head.]

[She stares at him for a good while before she shakes her head and opens her mouth to say something - but not a word comes out, only a rancid smell of rotten, burned flesh.]}

_{[He can smell it, even from that distance, and he opens his mouth slightly to avoid breathing through his nose, even as he leans slightly closer. If they accept that, maybe he can take another step.]

[He's caught off guard by it all, the whole thing is ... so unexpected, so wrong when compared to the lively teenager he usually sees around.]}

Cheryl?

_{[He should've figured by now that this, while it sure looks like her, is not Heather.. She turns her head down as he speaks again; unsure she crouches down and writes in the snow.]

['Alessa']

[The letters are in different sizes and cases, like a child's handwriting.]}

_{[He tilts his head to read the name. It's a pretty one - and unusual.]

[He's certain he hasn't heard it before.]}

Alessa.

_{[He repeats it, looks up, to be sure he's getting it right. He still has to fight the smell of her, but despite it, he takes half a step forward, trying to be as unthreatening as he can about it.]}

Are you lost?

_{[She remains crouched a few moments while she glances around, trying to recognize the place somewhat buuut... nope. She's pretty sure she's seen this place before. Not exactly this place, but this world. The strange fire-dog does only exist in this world.]

[Said Growlithe behind her legs have gone completely silent now. It doesn't growl as Cooper approaches, but it observes him warly (or does it? Hard to tell with those gory bandages covering its head). Alessa stands back up, nodding as a reply to his question.]}

_{[Alright. He doesn't want to get much closer now, the gag reflex would probably kick in, but on the upside he can see her more clearly now ... or well, upside. The blood and ooze and burns covering her doesn'texactly make for a pleasing image, but he makes himself take it in. It could be important.]}

Do you ... is there any way I can help?

_{[He asks it with just a little hesitation.]}

_{[The mutilated Growlithe starts to restlessy pace around her legs, making small grunting sounds. She looks confused- no... thoughtful is the right word for it. It's strange how she seems to able to convey emotions through her face, despite clearly lacking the skin and muscles to form facial expressions.]

[She crouches again and brushes away her name, writing a new one in its place]}

'Heather

_{[Heather.]

[He knew she must have something to do with her.]}

Are you looking for her?

_{[There's a long pause before she nods, hesitantly and slowly. In all truth she is not entirely sure what exactly she wants. She not even sure why she's here, but Heather's the only one she knows in this world, so maybe she knows? And if it wasn't her or Silent Hill who brought her here then who?]}

_{[He's quiet for a moment - once again just regarding Alessa, this not-Heather, with partly a morbid fascination and partly a quiet sympathy. She looks like she needs help. And he's always been the person to turn to.]

[But regrettably, he's got bad news.]}

I don't know where she is.

_{[She's still for a while, just staring down at the ground.]

[She doesn't seem to suffer from her terrible wounds, or she's just grown so used to the constant pain that it simply doesn't deterr her anymore.]

[She can't write very fast, and while she could try talking again, it probably would yield the same results as earlier.]}

You know her

Yes.

_{[At least he thinks he knows her enough to say he does.]}

024 - 4th wall

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