I’M HOSTING ONE.
For any one in the Ontario Canada area, it will be at Anime North! I don’t know if any of you live near me… but if you do, and would like to go, let me know! It would be totally awesome!I could bring my bubble head nurse cosplay for this shoot?
That would be awesome!
I’M HOSTING ONE.
For any one in the Ontario Canada area, it will be at Anime North! I don’t know if any of you live near me… but if you do, and would like to go, let me know! It would be totally awesome!
Uh, this is a really odd question BUT. Does any one know what the Silent Hill 3 first-aid kit says? I’m trying to make a size accurate replica for cosplay purposes but I can only get the logo and the larger text.
I would check my copy of the game, but I’m going home tonight where I wont have access to it. I know it’s tiny for the inventory, but is there any point in game where it’s seen up close? Or the SH2 one, it’s about the same design. Or heck even the Arcade one, I could just use that text on the SH3 design.
UHM YEAH. Also, daaamn it’s dead here D:
Vincent seemed ready to strike when Heather babbled something he couldn’t understand, and the man took the moment to introduce the two of them. Alex recognized him and he scoffed. “Yeah well you weren’t looking so great just a few minutes ago, in fact I think you looked worse.” He was ready to spit out more words, agitated by the situation, his mood made even worse by the pain jolting through his back where the glass from the mirror had become embedded in it. Heather cut in in the nick of time, uttering a line that caused him to stop dead, jaw falling open.
“I…” He looked stunned, in awe of her tact. Finally he laughed, a shortlived but genuine laugh. “Alright fine, you got me there…” Sheepishly he looked between Travis and Alex, mumbling a half-hearted apology to the both of them.
“She’ll be fine.” He sounded sure of himself, sighing. “So will I if someone would be so kind as to dislodge the mirror from my back.” He hissed the last bit with an edge of pain to his voice, finally letting it show that it hurt.
“Afraid I don’t have anything either.” During the course of the flying conversations, Travis had been completely lost. He had given up half-way when Heather had passed some inside joke to Vincent. Not wanting to ask stupid questions, the reserved old man had a look at the injured girl on the ground. Backing away from the group, Travis searched the surrounding area, miraculously coming up with one, lone first aid kit. He passed half of the box to Alex and hoped he had the sense to clean up whoever needed it before coming forth to Vincent.
“It’s fine.” Travis said, shrugging with the apology. The man knelt behind the half-creature, careful not to step on his tail. With as minimal gauze he could use, the man wrapped around the mirror shards and took a deep breath.
”It’s gonna hurt.” Travis muttered. He slowly counted to three and then began to pull the mirror out from his back; quickly clogging each wound with a bandaid (or something similiar) whenever he dislodged a piece.
“So… what are you folks doing here?”
Focusing on herself for a moment, Heather rubber her face off, her once orange wrist band now slightly darker. The two of them seemed to be completely in the dark about the situation, and she really didn’t see the point in pressing the matter any further. They were in the dark, and she trusted them greatly so as far as she was concerned they could move on.
And thankfully she had, stopping Vincent dead in his verbal tracks. She didn’t want any more blood shed here. There were no more monsters, thus the battle had no need to continue any further. She felt a twinge of regret as he mentioned the glass. She… really didn’t want to touch it. It was bad enough simply being here at all. Relief passed over her as she saw the first-aid kit. Should the kit come her way, she would decline. She didn’t want anything wasted on her.
That question… she felt like she should answer but knew Vincent had a better grasp on the subject. Instead she let her gaze wander down the mirrors, she shivered and looked back to the group. She couldn’t take it. The sooner she could leave the better. Perhaps after this she would finally go to the monastery and finally confront her … mother. The thought didn’t seem right, she felt like it was a trap, but how could it be? Releasing a sigh she knew it would have to happen. And now was as good a time as ever.
You may have forgotten about me,
but I haven’t forgotten about
you.
Stanley Coleman
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took a break from commission fighting to try and speedpaint Heather. Dunno why I thought this was a good idea but here you go.
(( hi I drew a thing ))
[[yesgood, I’m just gunna… take it aaaaand, run away.]]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mchjb7Szdh1qlvc19o1_500.png)
took a break from commission fighting to try and speedpaint Heather. Dunno why I thought this was a good idea but here you go.
(( hi I drew a thing ))
[[yesgood, I’m just gunna… take it aaaaand, run away.]]
song automatically a million times better.
Just something silly for the blog!
(Source: insaneclownpopcorn)
She half smiled a bit, even the thought of having a family again made her happy. She missed it, even if she only had a full family for a few years of her life. She blinked a bit. No, her mother had come in to contact with that horrible demon of a Deity. “I know… the person I’m staying with, he uhm… was the one who accidentally summoned Her.” Rage boiled in her for the God trying to steal her mother away.
Vatiel had helped her? There was something about that thing that bothered her, more than even God did. But she shook the thought. “I’m here?” Heather still hadn’t figured that out herself. “I think… the town called me back, because of this… to fight Her, again.” She added the last bit hesitantly. Feeling the need to explain she looked into the apparent ghost of her mothers eyes. “I… was meant to birth God once… but I killed It then… so I think I’m meant to help do it again.” She paused, the task seemed much more difficult this time. “But She’s smart now…”
Everything seemed so impossible right now. It scared her, and for once in her life she doubted her ability to do this.“You’re… staying with a man who summoned her…” There were several things that were wrong to old-fashioned Jodie in that sentence but she purposely looked over it, knowing that there were more pressing matters at hand. Like how do you stop God from ensnaring the world in her serpents and reeds?
”The town called you to fight her?” She had only been here a short time but even she could figure how sentient this place seemed. She was confused on why her daughter was chosen- something that Heather picked up on and explained. “Birth God? Killed her?” That just raised more questions like ‘why her?’ and ‘how did you do that?’ but Jodie really didn’t feel like they were necessary questions. Heather already looked so tired and she didn’t need to waste her breath filling in a dead lady. “Well that explains why you’re here at least…”
“She is smart. Crafty, manipulative, vile… but I think alone. I’ve heard that there are people coming to fight against her.” She looked at the worn, freckled face, wishing that she could stroke it and reassure Cheryl that things would be okay. “You’re so brave… just coming back here to begin with. It’s tough… It really is but if you brought down God once, you can do it again. I want help you as much as I can dear.”
Heather nodded slightly. “Vincent…” She left it at that, not really know if there was much else to be said on that matter. “Well… I don’t quite know, Alessa and I couldn’t figure it out.” Was the town trying to reject it’s God? At this point she didn’t know, or really care. Despite this damn town being her birthplace she felt no attachment to it.
“Uh…” She paused and chewed her lip, rubbing her right arm a bit. “I’m part of Alessa, and she has … powers. I’m not sure why but she was chosen to be the mother of God, and after her and … Cheryl merged and I was born I guess it got passed down to me.” It sounded really dumb… when she said it out loud. A nervous laugh escaped her. “Yeah… if you can call it an explanation.”
“Well… she’s mostly alone. She’s been turning people into monsters, and well, turning people against each other.” But then there was a spark of hope. “If people are coming together.” She grinned a bit, wanting to hug Jodie, but then remembering her mother was nothing more than a spirit projection. Tears of joy slipped out, another laugh. “Thanks. Thank you so much.”
Vincent’s eye twitched when the man, who had seconds ago been the monster trying to kill her, even dared ask if she was okay. He turned to glare at Travis and hiss. “Awful lot of concern for the guy who was just trying to gut her. Does she LOOK okay to you?”He looked ready to spring up and attack Travis, and then he heard Heather speak, or at least he thought it was speaking. He shot Travis one last glare and then turned back to Heather. “That looks bad…”
Carefully he moved to help her sit up, letting her lean against the wall beside the mirror they had fallen through. “Just take it easy for a bit alright.” Knowing Heather that wasn’t going to be alright. Still, she wasn’t still bleeding that bad anymore, and he was sure she knew how to handle a little nosebleed. She just needed to catch her breath.
Once she was situated he turned back to Travis, and the other man, who finally spoke, voicing the question on everyone’s mind. Vincent rose to his feet, watching them warily. “Moments ago the both of you were monsters, and trying to kill the both of us, care to explain?” His tail flicked agitatedly, and he narrowed his eyes, placing himself between Heather and the two men. There was a faint flicker of recognition in his eyes when he saw the younger man, but still he felt another question was necessary. “Who the hell are you two?”
“Gut her? Wait what are you-” Travis started before Vincent started having a go at him. The man’s body quickly shifted to fighter’s stance as he saw the monstrous being ready to attack him. He clenched his fists and was ready to defend himself against Vincent when the young woman spoke, snatching up the half-man’s attention and drew him away. While Vincent and Heather conversed and attended to each other, he looked up at Alex, thankful that the young man was alright and alive.
“You okay Alex?” Travis asked, trying to find his feet. He groaned, rubbing his sore back and his head, trying to collect his thoughts. He was alright but confused as hell. The last he remembered was that he was in the Otherworld and in so much pain. Then it all went fuzzy from there until he found that half-man thing on top of him.
Everyone was confused and asking what the hell. It was only when Vincent spoke though could Travis manage an answer. “We were… monsters?” He raised his eyebrow, looking over Vincent’s appearance. “I… I don’t know… we were in that mirror world, there was some bullshit circle thing and then.. I don’t know. You’re saying we were monsters?” Travis crossed his arms. “He’s Alex Shepherd. I’m Travis Grady, trucker from Brahms. Who are you to ask?”
“‘ait! ‘ish ‘avish!” She coughed a bit, spitting out the blood that flooded her mouth. She coughed a bit, about to clear her mouth when she was beat to the punch. She still spat out the blood that had made her speech gurgled and very much like something other than English. Rubbing her nose a bit she coughed again. The taste of blood was … to say the least, unpleasant. Trying to regain some composure, she forced herself to her feet, every muscle complaining.
She wanted to assure Vincent they were innocent, especially the trucker, but she didn’t want to go into the weirdness of how she was part of Alessa. In stead she reloaded her gun. Instead she gave a fake cough. “They look like monsters to you?” She muttered slightly, lifting a brow. Now really wasn’t the time, but anything to keep him from killing someone who once saved her life.
“Despite the rather grotesque appearance, this is Father Vincent Smith.” Yes, she was going to be smug at this, she really wasn’t in the mood to be serious after all that happened. Not to mention her head still throbbed. “I’m Heather Mason. And you both did just attempt to bifurcate us.” She sneezed a bit, clamping her nose at the pain. She really wished she could blame that on them, but that was unfortunately her own damn fault.
