I wanted to be just like him...
Cunningham, Anne M. Wayside correctional officer. Only daughter to deceased officer Coleridge.

MIA: missing after a bus accident while assisting a transference of inmates to Wayside Maximum Security Prison.


My father was a good man…
                                      He didn’t believe in revenge, but I do.

My father was a good man…

                                      He didn’t believe in revenge, but I do.



glas-onion:

muhkuh13 and me played “Silent Hill: Downpour” last week. Well, we expected more because the story seems really interesting. But after 20023984 hours and the last boss fight we just went “huh? this is it?” -____-
So here you have a depressed-looking Murphy! ;D*yeah* for using my graphic tablet again!

glas-onion:

muhkuh13 and me played “Silent Hill: Downpour” last week. Well, we expected more because the story seems really interesting. But after 20023984 hours and the last boss fight we just went “huh? this is it?” -____-

So here you have a depressed-looking Murphy! ;D*yeah* for using my graphic tablet again!



#i’m a free bitch now #you don’t get to boss me around anymore

Someone here is a bit delusional. And a bitch.



wintersmeltintosprings:

Silent Hill: Downpour sketches

Mine once again.



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Favorite Female Video Game Characters [in no order]
 Anne Cunningham, Silent Hill: Downpour




Anonymous whispered:

"Sewell"

Scum, trash, the dirt in my boots, the man who bathed my soul in the pits of hell, the very case of the worst humanity could offer.

Always with a smile that caused revulsion in my stomach, and yet I only understood the reason when I finally caught Pendleton, after chasing the wrong person, the innocent, and finding he was just another victim, just like myself.

He will always be the taint in my soul, the reason I cannot escape this damn hell, the one who reaped my happiness, my naivety, my own essence and beliefs, the one who brought death not just to the best man I ever knew but to me as well. I could never forgive him, could never forget,  and yet he was also the one who taught me the new concept of Justice.

Blood could only be repaid in blood, it’s my new and shiny Justice, my new and own belief.




Anonymous whispered:

"Justice"

It shouldn’t be just a vague concept inside men’s heart, but a true guide, a compass to their actions. 

Of course, I’m not a naive child anymore to believe that humanity is full of good and brave men and not a bunch of wolves trying to eat each other, but I was taught better, I was taught to believe in Justice, to fight for it with all my soul.

My father was the very symbol of Justice, almost a paladin, always telling me how the one thing a person should do was the right, teaching me wrong from right, how the only way to treat other human being was with Justice and Compassion (ha, another concept lost in the small mind of humans) but then… he was gone in the worst way.

And I forgot about Justice to meet Vengeance instead.



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[Headcanon game, anyone?] 

priestesswolf:

afraidofstorms:

[You send a word or phrase or anything at all, really, and I have to give you a headcanon that has to do with whatever was it that you sent me.]



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fathervincent:

Vincent cracked a crooked grin. “Oh my dear child, I have seen this countless times. I have lived here my whole life, I have preached here for almost as long- I am ever the prodigal son of Silent Hill. What you have seen is barely the tip of the iceberg.” He laughed again. “Once you know why you’re here, maybe then you will be able to leave- if you can only face it and be at peace with it. We all came to terms with our pasts long ago, you only need to do this and the nightmare will fade.”

Fade?”

She laughed, then. All tension buried deep inside her finding release through a loud laugh. 

"You don’t understand. I did it. I did everything. I’ve learnt the true, I forgave, I even gave a hug! I did everything and I was out.” - another laugh escaped her trembling body -” I was out but I fell again and I’m here again. Fade, you say, but it’s just getting worse as a vicious circle. Don’t try to preach to me, I don’t believe it.”



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prisoner-rs273a:

Despite the initial frustration, Murphy almost laughed at the woman’s reaction. They barely met — only knew too much about each other —, and yet that blunt disbelief definitely sounded like her. Officer Cunningham was likely to be around her thirties, but still acted like a goddamn stubborn girl.

He found himself at a loss of words when she mentioned her father, though.

“Wait!” His face twisted in shock as he took a couple of steps towards her, almost stumbling on his feet. “You met him? It was actually him, and not that—” That monster, that was the word he wouldn’t dare say. He had no right to say it.

She watched his familiar face wrapped in shock and a hint of dispair, as if he could be more disturbed by Frank Coleridge than her. Her, who watched he decay day after day, who watched the pale shadow of the best man God put in the world. Her, who buried him in a sunny day, so focused in her vegeance to cry in front of everyone. His daughter, who met his solid ghost in that town trying to save her.

"It was him. All grey hair and kind eyes, all limbs in the right place. So so kind it pains me!" - she buried her face into her hands, her legs giving out while her backs slipped by the wall to the floor - "Him, Pendleton, him! Alive! I’m crazy, I can only be crazy cause I buried my father! And yet… I’ve seen him today, the same man as I remebered, you know? I pointed a gun to his nose and all he did was save me when this world became a hellish nightmare, when I was gonna fall. It was my father, all warm and walking and I must be crazy, I must have died. You’re all ghosts, just like him and just like myself.”

She was loosing it.