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dazlious2012-01-21 02:59 am
foolishwren) wrote in dazlious2012-01-21 02:59 am
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Where the stars are all broken, so are the ties. But the one thing remaining is you.
WHO: Heather Mason (Silent Hill) and Kaito Kuroba (Detective Conan/Magic Kaito)
WHERE: A shabbily nondescript apartment building somewhere in Portland, Maine.
WHEN: Six months after Kaito returned home from Johto (route_29)
WHAT:And then Styx and Kit got really sad and needed sappy fluff And then two friends were reunited.
RATING: DIABETES.
After the the warmth and color that bubbled up in every last corner of Johto's world, even in the dead of winter, good old planet Earth could seem like a very gray place.
That pine-covered chunk of land called Maine that sat at the top of New England like a precariously-placed hat seemed even grayer than most.
Or maybe that was just because it was winter here.
... And somewhere in the city, where there were fewer pines than there were telephone poles.
... And the very top floor of an ugly apartment building, a hideous product of some architectural dark age that looked more like what would happen if you filled a waffle-iron with concrete than anywhere that someone would actually want to LIVE in, nestled between a warehouse and a law firm.
It had taken awhile for the search to actually lead to this last destination, which was hours away from the place where it had actually begun.
The town of Silent Hill could be called a city only by the blind and perhaps those who had grown up there and knew nothing bigger. The place was different at first glance, perhaps, to anyone who'd heard of it only by a description from someone who'd seen its true face.
On the surface, the place was downright pleasant. A steadily-declining but still somewhat-known New England tourist trap, the old historical town sat in two halves around a large lake, nestled in by mountains and forests, with patches of farmland dotting its outskirts. It was tiny and remote-- hardly a blip on the radar to anyone who wasn't some newlywed looking for a Honeymoon spot.
Research would show that the place was rich with history, from the pre-European civilizations that once considered the land a sacred place, all the way through colonization, plagues, the industrial revolution, even the Civil War. The promotional material hyped it all up to the max, boasting historical buildings and artifacts-- a nice place to vacation with the whole family.
Needless to say, a look at more recent records told a slightly different story. Mysterious accidents and disappearances throughout the entire 20th century, a strange local religion, rampant drug abuse (the investigation of the supposed drug ring had been left dangling ever since the late eighties, ever since its key investigator had been murdered ...), and strange rumors coated the town's reputation like poison.
A visit would prove pleasant enough, but, well...
Kaito would know better, wouldn't he?
The town, as important as it was, would not yield what he was looking for.
Neither would the first apartment he found in a city rather far from Silent Hill, a shabby and depressing little downtown complex called Daisy Villa. Apart from ugly striped wallpaper, a few scraps of magazine cutouts that may once have been part of a collage, and an old armchair covered in a rust-stained sheet, there was nothing to be found there.
But this.
THIS was the place. Hopefully.
According to the superintendent, who had recognized the name 'Cheryl Mason' (as given, along with the address, by P.I. Douglas Cartland) and directed him to the top floor.
Where there was a door.
WHERE: A shabbily nondescript apartment building somewhere in Portland, Maine.
WHEN: Six months after Kaito returned home from Johto (
route_29)WHAT:
RATING: DIABETES.
After the the warmth and color that bubbled up in every last corner of Johto's world, even in the dead of winter, good old planet Earth could seem like a very gray place.
That pine-covered chunk of land called Maine that sat at the top of New England like a precariously-placed hat seemed even grayer than most.
Or maybe that was just because it was winter here.
... And somewhere in the city, where there were fewer pines than there were telephone poles.
... And the very top floor of an ugly apartment building, a hideous product of some architectural dark age that looked more like what would happen if you filled a waffle-iron with concrete than anywhere that someone would actually want to LIVE in, nestled between a warehouse and a law firm.
It had taken awhile for the search to actually lead to this last destination, which was hours away from the place where it had actually begun.
The town of Silent Hill could be called a city only by the blind and perhaps those who had grown up there and knew nothing bigger. The place was different at first glance, perhaps, to anyone who'd heard of it only by a description from someone who'd seen its true face.
On the surface, the place was downright pleasant. A steadily-declining but still somewhat-known New England tourist trap, the old historical town sat in two halves around a large lake, nestled in by mountains and forests, with patches of farmland dotting its outskirts. It was tiny and remote-- hardly a blip on the radar to anyone who wasn't some newlywed looking for a Honeymoon spot.
Research would show that the place was rich with history, from the pre-European civilizations that once considered the land a sacred place, all the way through colonization, plagues, the industrial revolution, even the Civil War. The promotional material hyped it all up to the max, boasting historical buildings and artifacts-- a nice place to vacation with the whole family.
Needless to say, a look at more recent records told a slightly different story. Mysterious accidents and disappearances throughout the entire 20th century, a strange local religion, rampant drug abuse (the investigation of the supposed drug ring had been left dangling ever since the late eighties, ever since its key investigator had been murdered ...), and strange rumors coated the town's reputation like poison.
A visit would prove pleasant enough, but, well...
Kaito would know better, wouldn't he?
The town, as important as it was, would not yield what he was looking for.
Neither would the first apartment he found in a city rather far from Silent Hill, a shabby and depressing little downtown complex called Daisy Villa. Apart from ugly striped wallpaper, a few scraps of magazine cutouts that may once have been part of a collage, and an old armchair covered in a rust-stained sheet, there was nothing to be found there.
But this.
THIS was the place. Hopefully.
According to the superintendent, who had recognized the name 'Cheryl Mason' (as given, along with the address, by P.I. Douglas Cartland) and directed him to the top floor.
Where there was a door.
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No way! Manliness comes in many different forms!
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[When her grab fails, she darts out one leg to try and step on the cuff of the leg of his jeans. Probably wouldn't be too successful considering she doesn't even have her shoes but WHY NOT.]
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[it takes some fancy foot work, but he manages to avoid having his balance upset by her attempts at tripping him]
It's not sissy.
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Okay. Weenie, then.
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Clever.
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[It's surreal actually messing around with somebody who's better at being juvenile and obnoxious than SHE is. She hasn't really done that since he LEFT.]
[But she twists her head away at the nose-flick, making a face and reaching out to try and do the same to him in retaliation.]
... The people downstairs probably think we're trying to tapdance.
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... oi. They can deal.
[and then he gives her hand a little squeeze, handing onto it as he drops them both at his side]
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[You know that kind of happiness that feels sort of like there's a balloon in your chest swelling up until it almost kind of hurts? That's the warm ache she's got at the moment... and y'know what, it's worth just forgetting about her temperamental building-mates for a moment for. That's THAT'S RIGHT. Deal with it, neighbors!]
... I really missed you.
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... yeah. Me too.
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How long can you stay?
[Because she's not going to delude herself. He has a life-- one that he wanted to get back to while they were in Johto. This is a visit. ... An amazing, UNEXPECTED visit that opens doors she didn't even know were THERE, but still a visit.]
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'M on winter break. So for a week, at least.
Heh, but we'll make sure it's a long one, right?
[He's acutely aware that it's only a visit... and that he can't stay forever. But that doesn't mean he doesn't intend to make the most of it]
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[O-only a week...? Well, it's certainly better than nothing. And besides... now that they each know the other EXISTS, that means they'll be able to stay in contact, right? RIGHT.]
Man, you mean I'll have to think of ways to make this place interesting for seven whole days?
Man alive. M'gonna have to get creative.
[She lifts her head a little so that she can look up at him, grinning.]
You ever been to America before?
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I apologize if it's an inconvenience.
[but he sounds amused, and nods]
... long time ago. 'S been a while since then.
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[Rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, she pulls out of the hug and makes a show of shuffling a random pile of papers under her bed as though it might be incriminating.]
I'll have to hire a sitter, child-proof all the locks... make sure the safety's on on all of my guns... hide all the stuff small enough for you to choke on...
[Heading over to the window, she yanks the curtain that had been partially covering it aside. If nothing else, there's a pretty good view from all the way up here.]
What part of America did you go to?
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[he lets her go, hands diving into his pockets]
Northeast. New York, to be more specific. My old man performed there once.
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Yeah? We're a little further north-- well, I guess you know that... you got here all on your own, huh.
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Yeah! Traveling isn't that difficult for me. I have connections.
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Connections, huh? Shoulda guessed.
Must be nice.
Hate to think you wasted a favor to get out to THIS dreary place, though.
S'much nicer in the summer.
[Winter is a little... blah.]
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I dunno, I think I can handle a little bit of the dreary coldness.
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Glad to hear it.
Cuz there's plenty to go around.
[At least it's pretty cheery in the room, even if it's cold. When she'd gotten the place, she'd been determined NOT to let it wind up bare and empty like the old Daisy Villa apartment.]