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Feb. 3rd, 2013 10:09 pm
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Sample #2: She could tell Douglas was having trouble keeping himself up on his probably-broken leg as they neared the car. Heather had never been the most sensitive person, but still she felt increasingly bad for him. He'd made it all this way so far; out of the amusement park and nearly all the way down Nathan Avenue and he hadn't shown a single sign of pain. Still, she could tell it was there; could tell he was hurting. "Douglas?"

The man looked up at her, seeming to come out of some sort of trance. Neither of them had said a word to each other since they'd started walking and the broken silence was even more awkward than the silence had been. "Yeah? What is it, Heath- er, Cheryl?" He kept moving, unfaltering on his damaged limb.

"You don't look too good..." Heather had never been one to put things lightly and she wasn't about to start now. Even though she'd told him to, hearing him call her Cheryl felt strange and unnatural. "Actually, let's just stick to Heather, 'kay?"

Douglas seemed relieved to hear that and nodded. "I'm fine." He lied. "You don't gotta worry about me, Heather."

She knew he was lying but she just nodded. There was no reason to press the issue, he wasnt going to admit it anyway. She could see the car through the fog and it was difficult not to break into a run for it. She hadn't felt right since they'd entered this town and she couldn't wait to get out of it. Silent Hill. Just the name of the place made her shiver. It was hard to believe she'd wanted to come here so badly when she was a child. Not her, Cheryl. Now that she could remember her past lives it was hard to keep them all straight.

The car was now within a few feet of them and a new problem emerged in her mind. "Douglas?" She paused for a moment. "Are you gonna be able to drive like this?"

The man certainly took his time answering her, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally made his decision. "Uh, I'm not thinkin' so." A feeling of heavy disappointment hit her hard. "Sorry, Heather." As if that would help.

"Well we can't walk. It's like, three million miles." she gestured dramatically in the vague direction of her home town. "And you're like this." She then gestured to his busted leg.

He nodded thoguhtfully. "Yeah. I guess you're right." The two of them stood silently staring at the ground for a while until Douglas finally spoke up. "You could drive."

It took almost all of Heather's energy not to burst out laughing at the mere thought of it. "I can't drive! Are you crazy, old man?"

Douglas, clearly unhappy about being called an old man, shook his head. "Looks like it's the only way. Sorry." He dug in his pocket for a moment and tossed her his car keys.

The keys slipped between her fingers, dropping to the asphalt with a loud 'clink'. Well, I'm off to a good start, she thought sarcastically as she leaned down to pick them up. She gave a loud sigh before walking around to the driver's side and opening the door. "Guess I have to learn sometime."

She slid into the unfamiliar seat, noticing immediately that she couldn't reach the steering wheel. Fortunately, she'd sat in the front of her father's car and pretended to drive enough times to at least know how to adjust the seat and steering wheel. When she was situated correctly, she fiddled with the mirror until she could see out the back window and placed her hands on the steering wheel.

"Um, Heather?" Came the voice from the passenger's side. "You gotta put the key in the ignition."

As if she'd been planning to all along, she quickly drove the key toward the slot, fumbling and missing a few times before she got it in. She turned it sharply clockwise and the engine roared to life. With the car actually on, she felt intimidated and realized how nervous she was. "Okay, so now I just... go?"

Douglas nodded, a fond look on his worn face. "Pretty much. After you put it in gear."

She grabbed the lever and pulled it to the "D", hesitating only a few seconds before pressing her foot down on the gas pedal gently. The car eased forward at only a few miles per hour and a triumphant smile forced its way onto her face. "I can't believe I'm actually driving right now."

Douglas gace her that fatherly smile that she hated and let out a slight laugh. "You can go faster than that, you know."

Upon hearing Douglas's words, Heather experimentally pressed her foot down as hard as she could. The car made a loud angry sound and sped up immediately.

"Not that fast!"

Frazzled, she slammed on the brake, hearing the squeal of the tires as they came to a sudden halt. "Sorry!" She didn't think she'd ever heard Douglas yell before and it was even more terrifying than when he'd been aiming his gun at her head. "Sorry." Douglas didn't look like he was up for this right now and Heather didn't feel like she was anymore either. "Hey, Doug?"

He was already looking at her. "What is it?"

"Do you think maybe we should stay in the motel one more night? Leave in the morning?"

He nodded slowly. "Alright. Whatever you need, Heather."

She gave him an embarrassed smile. "Thanks." She'd been so urgent to leave that she hadn't taken into account how dark it was. Her father had always tols her that at night is the worst time to drive, and she was determined to keep listening to all the advice he had given her, even though he couldn't give her any more.

So She opened the door once again and stepped back out into the dark fog. Armed with her flashlight, she made her way to the other side of the car and realized how tired she was. Driving could wait. Her inevitable humiliation could wait for morning's light. Right now she needed sleep.

And as they walked again to the small motel only a few feet away from the car one more night in Silent Hill didn't seem so bad after all.
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Name: Brittany
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Age: 18
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Character Name: Heather Mason
Character Series: Silent Hill 3 (From the game, not the movie :P)
Character Age: 17
Character Gender: Female
Original Canon
Canon Point: Right after the "normal" ending when she is about to leave Silent Hill with Douglas.
Background Link: Here!
Personality: Heather is a headstrong and in-your-face type of girl. She has a dangerously short temper and will not be stifled when angry. Her sense of humor is questionable, as shown in the final scene of Silent Hill 3 when she convinces Douglas that she is going to kill him and laughs in his face when he believes her. She is rude and can be very insensitive at times. She has a natural dislike for women, favoring older men as companions. She has issues trusting anyone (especially women) except her father, Harry Mason.

Heather has a softer side, too. As shown in the phone call she makes to her father at the beginning of the game (Silent Hill 3), she is a good daughter and treats her father much better than anyone else. When talking to him, she is sweet and polite, contrasting with her attitude toward strangers. Also, once she gets to know Douglas, she starts to warm up to him and treat him more like a friend. When Douglas is injured, Heather expresses concern and shows that she cares about him.

When speaking to strangers or people she dislikes, Heather is rather unbearable. She is disrespectful and unnecessarily rude, especially when speaking to Claudia. When Claudia introduces herself, Heather replies with "Who cares?" She makes no attempt to be friendly or to make peace with anyone she is not interested in. Heather can be extremely brutal or as gentle as a flower, depending on the person she is talking to.

The terrors seen in Silent Hill changed Heather by numbing her to fear. The first time she encounters a monster, she is terrified. She kills it in self defense and is extremely disturbed by it. Eventually, she isn't even effected by the monsters. When she meets Leonard, who she thought was a normal person, and he turns out to be a large and sickening monster, she only gets irritated by him. She is not scared or intimidated by him. Silent Hill also made her a tougher person. Seeing and fighting all those monsters made her stronger physically and emotionally. She had to hone her physical strength to survive and her mental/emotional strength to get through it without giving up. Though Silent Hill made her feel like she was going insane, her experience there also made her more of a survivor.
Abilities: Heather sometimes has psychic dreams or visions/thoughts. These visions can either be of the past or of the future. Some examples of these are the dream she has about the amusement park before she goes there and the vision of Lisa (a character in a previous game) from before she was even born.
Sample Entry: Heather closed the door gently behind her, wishing she hadn’t told Douglas she was okay by herself. She looked around the small apartment that was so familiar yet felt different now. He wasn’t there and never would be. Nothing would ever be the same again without him. The small kitchen showed signs of the man who had lived here until less than two days ago. Dishes sat on the counter, starting to attract little fruit flies and moths.

Letting out a sigh, shaking with the force of the tears that she did her best to hold back, she stepped into the kitchen. Doing everything she could not to look into the living room, she took the sauce pan and large spoon from the counter, placing them gently in the sink and running warm water over them. She scrubbed at the dishes furiously, rage still filling the parts of her that weren’t occupied by the bitter depression. Why did he have to die? She thought to herself, boiling inside at the thought of his killer. Claudia. She swallowed the rage, turning off the water and leaving the clean dishes in the drying rack.

Holding her breath, she walked hesitantly into the living room. She walked around to the front of the chair, stained with blood and memories. She swallowed the tears that threatened to escape from her stinging eyes. Letting out the shaky breath she’d been holding, she let the word slip from her mouth once more. “Dad.” She placed a hand on the arm of the chair, staring at the door leading into his bedroom. She would not go in, not now, but still she stared.

Walking back to the kitchen, she took a clean rag from the drawer and filled a large mixing bowl with tepid water from the faucet. She poured a bit of dish soap into the bowl. Taking these things back to the living room, she dropped to her knees and placed them on the carpet next to her. She swallowed the painful sadness in her throat and dipped the rag into the water.

The blood stained her fingers as she scrubbed at it with the rag, making its way into the space beneath her fingernails and staying there. As the red memories dripped into the water, tinting it pink, she could no longer stop the tears. They flowed down, speckling her skirt and turning her cheeks red. She looked into the water, which rippled as her tears fell into it.

As the tears rolled warmly down her face, she felt a presence as she always had when Harry had come home. She looked around, seeing nothing. Disappointment and sorrow filling her heart and replacing all traces of rage, she felt the tears com heavier now. She stared again at the door, getting herself to her feet and walking toward it.

She hesitantly reached toward the knob, turning it slowly. She pushed the door open, stepping into the room and toward the motionless figure in the bed. She pulled a chair over to the bed, sitting close to it. Staring at the body, she placed a hand on the edge of the bed. Closing her eyes, a smile replaced the tears as she felt the warm and familiar hand of her father close around her own.

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