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entrancelogs2007-08-23 10:54 pm
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Log: incomplete.
Who: Alessa Gillespie and Harry Mason
Where: In the Dining Hall
When: 8/23/07
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry and Alessa spend some quality time together.
the Story:
Alessa smiled. It was the first time in a week she had smiled and actually meant it fully. She had asked her father if he would join her in the dining hall, and he had said yes.
Alessa knew that a part of her was being childish, and maybe a little selfish, but she enjoyed being with him. He was after all the man who had raised Cheryl. Cheryl was half of Alessa's soul sent away to stop the birth of the deity.
When Alessa found out (through the means of astral projection.) that her other half had found a loving home it made her happier. If only slightly. She felt that Harry was her father too.
Alright, she felt that Harry was the only real father she had. Anybody could be a parent. All it took was a night of unprotected passion, and for a baby to form. It took a true man or woman to be a mother or father.
Alessa quickly got dressed, and put her hair up in it's usual ponytail. Then she headed over to the dining hall.
Where: In the Dining Hall
When: 8/23/07
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry and Alessa spend some quality time together.
the Story:
Alessa smiled. It was the first time in a week she had smiled and actually meant it fully. She had asked her father if he would join her in the dining hall, and he had said yes.
Alessa knew that a part of her was being childish, and maybe a little selfish, but she enjoyed being with him. He was after all the man who had raised Cheryl. Cheryl was half of Alessa's soul sent away to stop the birth of the deity.
When Alessa found out (through the means of astral projection.) that her other half had found a loving home it made her happier. If only slightly. She felt that Harry was her father too.
Alright, she felt that Harry was the only real father she had. Anybody could be a parent. All it took was a night of unprotected passion, and for a baby to form. It took a true man or woman to be a mother or father.
Alessa quickly got dressed, and put her hair up in it's usual ponytail. Then she headed over to the dining hall.
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Regardless, he's quite happy to actually spend quiet time with Alessa for once.
It helps that he's been sober for a good week now, thank God.
Once he feels everything is in place, Harry nods to himself and starts for the dining hall.
He doesn't really know why Alessa wants to meet up -- but he's not opposed. He should spend more time with her, anyway.
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But, for now the dining hall seems the best bet. She waits, and then she spots Harry in the doorway. Standing and grinning she waves to him, motioning him to come over.
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Honestly, Harry's never actually even been in the dining hall before. The kitchen, sure -- quite a few times, actually -- but he never... actually stepped into here.
Strange. Huh. It's pretty... pretty fancy. Actually, the entire mansion is a lot classier (in most cases) than Harry's ever experienced.
He's lived a simple life, for the most part. Things didn't get weird until Silent Hill and then this mansion business.
"It's almost hard to believe what this place was like awhile ago," Harry murmurs. He's thinking of when it was transformed because of the Holy Mother.
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She shakes her head slowly, and then stops. She thinks about what she wants to eat. Actually come to think of it she's not sure what she wants. In a moment an apple appears in front of her. She takes it into her hand and stares at it.
"I was talking to Rose just the other day. She seemed concerned about my eating habits." Alessa stated, just before taking a bite of the apple and chewing and swallowing it. "But I told her I'm eating."
Alessa paused, Good god Alessa, how boring can you get?
"So how's James doing?" She asks.
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Food... appearing out of no where? Huh. Kind of similar to how the closet just... seems to know what you need desperately.
Harry looks at the table curiously and approaches it; a simple little steak dinner appears suddenly.
...Curious, that.
"Rose is a mother; I think she's just naturally concerned about you," Harry comments, smiling a bit wryly as he sits to eat.
The subject of James is a strange one -- at least, if only because Harry's never really talked about him with anyone.
"He seems like he's better, but he doesn't talk much," Harry says quietly. And it's understandable; James is probably still stewing over what happened in the mansion.
He's fairly certain he hasn't informed Alessa what James did to himself, either, but for all he knows, she might have seen him pass by the window...
"I mean. He's insisting he's okay, but I know he's not." Harry shrugs. He doesn't really know what else to do. No one else talks to James, and James isn't particularly social, either.
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She starts eating on the rice. "I guess I'm not entirely used to mother's being nice. I mean, I can sort of remember this one lady who was really nice to me, but seems she disappeared." Alessa was referring to Harry's wife of course.
"I mean, sometimes I think before my mom realized she could use me as the mother of God, that maybe she did care about me." She started eating on the fish.
"I don't know, there was one incident I remember." Alessa mused while she continued to eat.
"I saw James falling, but I just assumed he broke his leg or something." Alessa wasn't aware that James had fallen from the tenth floor. Actually come to think of it, she was on the ninth floor.
"Oh." Alessa said suddenly, realizing that perhaps James had killed himself afterall. "Poor James."
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He shakes his head. "...Not every mother is like Dahlia. They're not supposed to be, anyway. Maybe Rose will be a good role model." He does hesitate at the mention of a lady. "You mean... someone besides Lisa?"
He doesn't even think of his late wife. Not immediately; he didn't think Alessa or even Cheryl would really remember her.
"Maybe she did," he murmurs, considering. It's possible. Dahlia couldn't have been crazy... all the time. ... Maybe.
Harry stills at the continuing mention of James. He... doesn't really want to think about it. Mostly, he recalls carrying the body. That hadn't... been preferable. And an elevator would have been nice.
"He was confused," Harry says quietly, cutting into his dinner slowly.
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"Maybe she will, but I'm still a little freaked out by her knowing another Alessa Gillespie." The idea caused Alessa to shudder. Was there really another her running around somewhere in Silent Hill? She had heard that Silent Hill was full of dimensions, but the idea was just ridiculous to her.
"There was this time, it was before I was burned. Actually it was before my mom realized she could use me as the mother of God. I saw this object, and curious I asked what it was."
Alessa took some more bites of her meal and then continues, "She told me not to touch it, but I did anyways. It burned my hands, and she yelled at me. Mentioned something about Hell."
"Do you think I should get a TV in my room dad?" Alessa said suddenly, grinning.
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Harry does miss her, but since then his world's revolved around his daughter. Now he supposes it's... daughters.
Not so bad. The family's grown, then.
"Other dimensions seem to happen a lot around here," Harry says awkwardly. "Her situation sounded a lot like mine, anyway. She was looking for her daughter, Sharon. It's... a really weird coincidence, but I don't see any reason not to believe Rose."
Harry tilts his head. Object...? "I wonder what it was... do you remember what it looked like?"
TV? He gives her a look, mostly an amused one. "Maybe. You're not going to just sit in front of it everyday, now, are you? Those things are hypnotic, Alessa."