CHAPTER TWO: Jack's Journey: Admissions

[Seon]

Jack gave the surrounding area of the glass another beating in order to enlarge the hole.

No sense getting gutted now.

[Laraqua]

The glass shards are largely broken out of their mounting but there's still very small fragments embedded in the window. In the gloomy interior, he can make out a modern projector and a laptop on the table beneath him and a rear wall covered in canisters. The walls themselves have old movie posters in abundance, and the spare space across the table are covered in cigarette butts and energy drinks.

[Seon]

He used his gloved hands to clear up some of the glass shards away before struggling to climb over into the light box. Now didn't they broadcast out messages out from the lightbox or something? Maybe he could use a equipment here to get that detective's attention...

Spoiler:

Guess I made the right choice when I gave him some gloves

[Laraqua]

His precautions prevent him from taking any serious damage, and he manages to slowly and uncoordinatedly haul himself through the hole and onto the desk, almost but not quite knocking the projector over. There was certainly a microphone sitting on the wall beside an On button that he could use to draw attention into this room.

[Seon]

Jack smiled at the microphone and pressed the On button.

"Hello there, Detective, can you hear me?" Jack whispered through it.

"Of course you can. Welcome to Silent Hill, detective. I am your... tonight's... entertainment."

[Seon]

"Still looking for Ash?" Jack said, fooling around with the projector. "I hope you aren't hoping that some silly documents will help you find where she is. She's not here anymore. But where is she now, I wonder..."

A soft chuckling.

"Just kidding. I know where she is. In fact, I just spoke with her right now. You were soooo slow, detective, yah know that? She's been waiting in this town for days for you, entrapped. If only you focused on what's important and cut corners whenever you could..." He tsked.

A short pause.

"You have no idea what you are getting into, don't you?"

"Ah, nevermind. I can't hear you anyways. The movie's about to start, Murray. I hope you enjoy the show."

[Seon]

Done. That should get him running into the auditorium soon. He had to act quickly to capitalize on this.

He quickly fiddled with the projector in order to turn the device on.

[Laraqua]

The projector flicks open though it is currently projecting merely white light as there's nothing inside the contraption.

He may need to pick something.

[Seon]

Jack turned on the laptop and as it powered up (or not...), he wandered over to the canisters to search through it.

[Laraqua]

Surprise of all surprises, it actually seems to have enough power to start lighting up.

The canisters show all sorts of familiar movie names but one strikes him as particularly appropriate:

Heartless.

[Seon]

Jack placed the canister labeled Heartless into the projector

[Laraqua]

The Heartless slots neatly into the projector.

[Seon]

He presses the Play button and tries the door leading outisde the booth.

[Laraqua]

The door isn't locked from this side and it opens smoothly and easily, allowing him into the short stretch of corridor behind where the upper tier seats would be.

[Seon]

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Spoiler:

What's on the screen now?

[Laraqua]

Show,You can't see it from here. You're in the rear corridor that links the west and east corridors.

[Seon]

Spoiler:

Well, I only tried the door and didn't go outside just yet. So I thought I could see the movie from the lighting box. Oh well.

He walked down the stairs. Might as well get off this floor for now. Didn't want to waste too much time.

He didn't notice any offices upstairs. Maybe they were at the back of the stage? He began to walk towards that direction, walking down the aisle.

[Laraqua]

Jack finds his way down the stairs, through the foyer, and into the center aisle with plenty of time to spare as the projector lights up the screen with a flickering black image. Every so often, a number can be glimpsed, slowly counting down.

Show,You can see it from inside the Lighting Box. I assumed you'd left the room. Unfortunately, you'll need to sign post it more if you don't want me to make that assumption as 'try the door' often means head out the door. All good. You can always go back. There'll doubtless be ads beforehand anyway! Stupid cinemas....

[Seon]

Spoiler:

Even in the hellish version of Silent Hill, there's going to be ads XD

Jack paused to pick up a few pieces of stale popcorn from the floor and popped them into his mouth mindlessly. Strange, the detective wasn't here yet. Maybe he wised up. Or maybe he just got distracted in yet another tangent. No matter what the case was, he was free of him. For now anyways. He was sure that they would meet again.

He stared at the numbers blankly.

[Laraqua]

The number count reaches 0 and then the screen goes black. A slow, lingering drum roll sounds through the speakers, followed by a flickering, grainy image of a pine forrest. Someone's moving between the trees, ducking this way and that, peering back over her shoulder on occasion. She almost seems to teleport, as the grainy film seems to jump forward and back, like someone spliced the film reel wrong, so that it appears that she's moving forward, then thrown back in a flicker. The camera follows her from above, seeming to watch her through its lens, and as she moves it's hard not to recognise the gait even before her face is caught in shot. It's Rochelle.