Joseph goes outside

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When: Noonish.
Where: Outside the Den of Fire
Who: Joseph Schreiber and anyone else


The soft sound of footsteps against pavement marked Joseph's pacing, as the skinny man with the shaved head walked back and forth casually, soaking up the sunlight that was obviously lacking in his life, based on his white skin. A cigarette dangled from his mouth as he gently nursed the nicotine out of what was left of it. Looking up, he gazed apathetically at the sky, and sighed, looking back into the Den of Fire.

It'd be nice to go back inside, but he needed to get some air. He had been locked up in there by his own volition for far too long, it was time to venture out and breath, at least have a vacation to his near monastic self imprisonment, his only company being his red typewriter. But carpal tunnels, cramps, and a near critically low amount of air in his room had forced him out, so he intended to get a few breaths of fresh oxygen before he started up again, working on more writing about this experience.

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Joseph stopped mid pour, then gingerly topped off the flask when he mentioned killing Vincent. He handed the Jager back, but avoided eye contact.

"You... Xuchilbara... That thing is back? I heard people were being kidnapped..."

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"I'm not going to kill you." Stan rolled his eyes, taking the Jager from Joseph and took a swig of it. "Yeah Xuchilbara's back and he used some people for a ritual to bring back Henry. Alot of people are pissed."

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"Henry's back! Yes! I saw that... Although he doesn't seem quite right. What the hell happened? Still... I'm... Thankful.., But... It seems wrong." Joseph said, taking a swig of the Jager from the flask.

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

"Knowing Xuchilbara, and Alessa there's no telling what they have planned for Henry. What really pisses me the fuck off though is that they pulled him from Paradise. Maybe it was a dark place, but they ripped him away. That's not fucking right.

The Red God of my Silent Hill would have known better. Shit this one accused Lobsel of being the incarnation of malice and spite. I dare say it's him who's malice and spite. Hurting people to get his rocks off. Plus he got one of the Shinigami knocked up. Though, I heard she and the kid were killed. Now there back to life. How it happened though is beyond me."

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"What? One of those pretentious robed bastards got knocked up? Serves them right, little shits. Of course they're all back to life... Still, I don't get how people can keep on coming back when they die, but... Vincent... Why hasn't he come back? And... Poor Henry, he had finally escaped... He was with Eileen..." Joseph said, now muttering to himself, but upon noticing his company, he gathered himself.

"So, tell me more about them getting knocked up... And I still don't understand the difference between your red god and theirs."

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah some bitch called Rangiku or Ran. I think it suits her. Everytime something's happened she's always "Ran" away." Stanley chuckled at himself.

"You know I'm not sure why he hasn't come back either. I guess some people permanently die while others don't. It's a strange thing. I'll give you that."

"Well, for one thing in my Silent Hill, Lobsel Vith and Xuchilpaba are lovers. In "their" Silent Hill, Xuchilbara and Lobsel Vith are siblings."

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"Still doesn't make a damn bit of sense to me. I mean... How can alternate universes have... Different gods? Isn't the point of Gods to be all encompassing? I... I don't know. I'm talking out my ass, I'm just a journalist. Anyway, I need to get back to writing. See you around, Stanley." Joseph said, taking one last drag of his cigarette before stamping it out and walking back inside.