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Desiree' (Dezzy)

A wild and free spirited Artist that is somehow shy at the same time...

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a character in “Silent Hill: Memoirs Of A Ghost Town”, as played by xSilentButterflyx

Description

Name: Desiree' (Dezzy) Sterling
Height: 5'4".
Age: 19 years
Appearance:
Short and petite, but also leaning on the curvier side. It's an odd mix, but hey... no one's perfect.
She has long reddish-dark-brown hair falling down to the middle of her back that curls crazily around her round face.
Her eyes are large, round, and blue while her skin is pale with a smattering of freckles across her nose.
Dress: The day of the crash it was cooler so she'd worn faded blue skinny jeans and a worn pare of knock off combat boots. Warm socks folded up over the top of the boots that matched her wool lined brown leather jacket. She also wore a large burgundy sweater with a black tank top underneath. The only for of accessories consisted of a brown scarf that tied her curly bangs away from her face, a brown leather belt with cute leaf designs on the side, and her lucky leather corded choker with a crescent charm dangling from it.

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Personality: Personality: She's pretty quiet and most people categorized her as shy, but it was more that she was socially awkward. She's an extremely honest person and has a very thoughtful and imaginative head on her shoulders she guesses came with being an artist. Being a Scorpio she is pretty stubborn, but she makes up for it with a gentle heart her mother taught her to have. She loves a good laugh, is afraid of the dark, enjoys the fall season and lighting storms, and loves to paint and draw. She does dabble some in photography and Clay, but mostly she loves to sit down with a sketch book and some charcoal sticks. She doesn't at all understand once bit of sarcasm.

Equipment: A faux dear skin satchel that holds her sketchbook, charcoal sticks, cell phone, wallet, and lighter (she can be kind of a pyromaniac).

Background: Dezzy grew up living with her grandmother so she's lived a pretty humble life. She loves the outdoors during the fall so she took many hikes as a young girl. She just graduated recently and took many art classes in highschool. Now, with a full ride scholarship to study art abroad next year, she wanted to take advantage of her last months in America before she had to fly to Europe in the spring. She was excited about the trip her friend orchestrated as a kind of "last of youth and freedom" trip in the mountains, and couldn't wait to spend a weekend surrounded by nature and art.

So begins...

Desiree' (Dezzy)'s Story

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It all began on a chilly September Afternoon. A couple friends and I were trying to decide what to do before college started. The others would be off to college soon and I would be focusing full time on my job as a garbage man and my photography. We decided that it would be a great idea to go camping. A few years back we had stayed up at a nice cabin in the mountains. There was a lake that was the sister of Toluca Lake, but I can't recall the name quite now. We were packed and gone by the next morning.

The drive proved rather uneventful, but by about the fifth hour a nasty fog started to roll in. It was near impossible to see 20 feet in front of my Impala and I had to slow it down to a crawl. I threw the shifter in second as we began to hit a sharp downhill grade. I was going to pull over but I didn't see any headlights behind us so I figured we'd be ok. Boy was I wrong. After about ten minutes or so I looked behind amd daw a dark figure rushing towards us from out of the fog. I heard the roar of a diesel motor and immediately recognized that it was a semi behind us! He was driving like a bat outta hell, and aiming to pass us. It was a two lane blacktop, so I tried to give him room. If I had moved over any more I would've rams the guard rail. He swerved into the left lane, barreling by us. I saw oncoming headlights and slammed the brakes, hoping we could avoid the impending wreck. The semi next to us didn't even care. He swerved back into our lane while next to us, slamming my 63 into the guard rail. "Fuck!" I said trying my best to maneuver out of the choke hold. I could hear the sound of scraping metal and noticed the wooden posts on the guardrail began to give way. The semi driver realized he couldn't get over all the way, so he swerved put and back in, and with one final slam the guardrail tore away from the mountain side. First it was two tires, and then all four had left the road. The fear had tore out our voices and all that was left to do was watch the mountainside race past the windows. The rolled on its side before hitting the freezing river below. Everything turned black as we thought we were fading from the world. But we didn't drown...nor did we even get injured. By some miracle we found ourselves washed up on shore, dry as a bone. The car was wrecked but wouldn't take much to repair. It was impossible circumstances somehow made possible. When I awoke I saw the others sitting on the sand, and I realized something was wrong. The fog had turned to ash, and the air was suffocating. "Are we dead?" I asked. No, we weren't dead...we were alive. Somehow, we had lived as if caught by the hands of a giant and slowly lowered to the ground. It was unfathomable. What were we to do now? We were stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no one to contact and no where to drive. We had to just hike on and hope to find civilization...so that's just what we did.

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Desiree' laughed at her friend complaining about sitting in the back seat with all their bags and she turned around in her seat slightly to stick her tongue out at them. Zach gave her a dirty look from where he was driving in the seat next to hers and she just rolled her eyes.
"I'm just kidding around." she said before finally turning back around in her seat and pulling her feet up in her seat. He again glared at her but she ignored him. She knew how much he loved his dear little car, but that didn't mean she'd let him boss her around. And anyways she'd taken off her shoes so she only had her sock covered feet in the seat.
He focused back on the road and she noticed how his fingers gripped more tightly around the steering wheel, and it was also then that she noticed the fog outside was growing thicker and thicker.
"Damn." she cursed softly and looked out her window to see how close they were to the guardrail. Her stomach did a little flip and she grew pale. They were quite close. Thankfully they seemed to be the only ones out in this horrid weather, so Zach could drive slowly around the sharp turns.
She rested back into her seat and closed her eyes in hopes of settling down her racing heart. She was horrified of heights and she knew beyond that guardrail was a deadly steep drop. Wouldn't that be a horrible turn of their vacation?
She hadn't realized she dozed off for a little until she heard Zach cursing from beside her.
Her eyes shot open and it was then that she heard the rumble of a semi.
"Wha..." she trailed off and turned around in her seat to see the semi barreling out of the fog.
"Oh!" she gasped and her heart sunk. The driver was going so fast! He's not slowing down! Can't he see us??
"He's trying to pass us." Zach growled from next to her and she realized she was gripping the "oh shit" handle tightly as Zach pulled his Impala closer to the guardrail and hopefully allowing more room for this crazy driver to pass before something bad happened.
She let out a breath as the Semi began to pass them in the left lane and knew it would be safer when he was far ahead of them. Then she saw the lights of oncoming traffic.
"Zach! He's going to-"
She hadn't even got the words out before the semi truck quickly swerved back into the right lane... only... the group of young adults was still occupying the space there.
"Fuck!" Zach yelled and tried to move out of the way but the Impala was immediately pushed against the metal rail where she heard loud scraping. She gripped the handle even tighter and her wide eyes looked out her window to the drop below.
She could hear Zach's grunts in frustration as he tried pulling the car back away from the danger of the drop, but the Semi once again slammed against them trying to avoid the oncoming traffic.
There was one last scraping noise before she could hear the metal twisting and tearing.
It was almost in slow motion. Her mouth opened in shock as she watched the Impala leave land and soon seemed to drive on air for a second. But it was only for a second...
The car was soon racing towards the water below. She knew it was water, because the Impala had turned on it's side and all she could see through her passenger window was dark water. She knew it would be cold... even before they hit it. Even before it broke the glass as her head smashed against the window painfully. Even as she slowly drifted into unconsciousness she could feel the icy embrace of the dark water as if filled the car, swallowed her and her friends, and filled her lungs with a knife like cold.
Blackness....
She heard his voice through the fog in her brain.
"Are we dead?" the voice spoke.
Desiree' moaned and rolled away from the voice. She just wanted to sleep. Why was this voice asking her that question? How did he get in her room.
Her bed was harder than she remembered...
Her eyes blinked open and she took in the vertical view she had of the world. Snow... it was snowing?
Dirt...
Why was she outside? Why wasn't she in bed?
Her eyes blinked against the fog, but she realized it wasn't going away. It was foggy outside... and snowing... but the snow felt weird. It smelled weird too.
She sat up and touched the side of her head. Her memories told her there should be pain and blood, but when she pulled her fingers away there was none. And only a dull throbbing could be felt.
"I... I'm confused... but I don't know why." she said allowed and then noticed the two other people with her. One of them had spoken the question. Zach. She remembered his name.
Was she dead? No... she didn't feel dead... But where was she.
She couldn't remember... she didn't know.
The only thing she really could register was that the snow wasn't melting when it drifted into her opened hand.
"Ash." she finally said and her eyes widened. She looked up to her two friends and her mouth opened slightly in confusion.
"It's not snow... it's ash..."
She noticed a cool feeling lapping against her feet and looked down to find her sock covered feet half submerged in the gentle shore.
It was cold... but it wasn't that cold. Why? Another part of her brain was telling her it should be ice cold, but it wasn't.
She slowly got to her feet and took a step towards Zach's car... which was dry... even though she thought it should be wet. And broken. Why did she think it should be broken.
Zach and her friend were standing outside the Impala, but they didn't seem to have been washed up on the actual embankment like she had.
Washed up? That would imply she'd been in the water, but her curly hair was bone dry.
"I'm so confused right now." her voice wavered and her lips trembled. She had the sudden urge to cry, but once again she didn't know why.

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I looked up wearily, still trying to recollect the past few hours. I turned to look at the other two. "Did that just happen? The truck...the river? It's not just me right?" I must've hit my head in the crash because I was blanking out on one of my friend's name. I remembered Dezzy but the other guy...well hell, he was just that, the other guy. I couldn't even remember why we were out there in the first place. While the others tried to gather themselves I inspected my car.
"Shouldn't it be more wrecked?" I whispered to myself. I slowly got in the '63 and saw the key was still in the ignition. "Hmm I wonder..." I turned the key. Nothing. "Damn!" I growled slamming my hands on the steering wheel. All of a sudden she jumped to life! "Can we be so lucky?" I whispered as I shifted into first. The gearshift stuck at first but a bit of fidgeting got it to budge. I slowly let up on the clutch and the car crawled forward. I tried giving her more gas but the engine began to misfire and before I knew it the car had filled with smoke and I had to kill the ignition. I fumbled around trying to pull the door handle. "God dammit!" I coughed. Unfortunately the doors locking mechanism had fallen apart in the door and I was stuck. In a blind panic I kicked the windshield out and scrambled out, landing face first into the muddy riverbank. "That was a bad *cough, cough* idea." I picked up a smooth flat stone, and tumbled it around in my hand. "Well fuck...I guess we're walking. Just follow the river. Maybe it'll lead us to a town." I chucked the stone across the water, watching it elegantly bounce a few times before sinking like we should have. "Huh...could a car be skipped? Nah..." I said, shrugging off the silly idea. I popped open the trunk of the impala and grabbed our backpacks, handing them out to each person. We each had packed some food and clothes along with our other shit, but the food wouldn't last long. "Guys, we better head out." I said, leading the way through the dark, hazy forrest.

We followed the river for the better part of the day, or what I thought was the day. The sun never seemed to go up or down. We were stuck in a twilight limbo. The darkness I expected never came. "Shouldn't it be night by now?" I asked looking at my phone. The time was reading 0:00... "What the hell is this place? Either of you got the time?"