[ Jesse Faden can't say she had an exact reason for being in Bright Springs, Washington.
All she did was follow a message.
The message was sent by her friend... her best friend. Sometimes months would go by before she heard anything from her. It had been the case after graduation, and stumbling into the "real" world. Work, rent, money. She refused to stay at another foster home and would rather sleep on a park bench (which she has) then rely on people picked by the system. A system she didn't even trust.
Polaris. That's what she had named her friend, and her friend didn't seem to mind the name at all. The message was faint, but, Jesse had been able to piece it together. Where to go, the dates to be there by. She arrived earlier than what Polaris had sent her, but, that may have been for the best. There's been so much she's found... not that she's sure why.
She thought maybe coming here would lead her to Dylan after all these years. That doesn't seem to be the case. Once again, another place, no closer to her baby brother she lost. She was mad at Polaris for a few days for it. She didn't care. If it didn't lead to Dylan, why was she even here? The longer she stayed, the more she realized one thing.
Bright Falls. Just weird enough to almost be like home was. Ordinary.
Which meant something weird would happen... or was happening.
Bright Falls is a quaint little old town. Everyone knows everyone, so when someone new rolls in, everyone notices. The exact attention Jesse hates. She wants to be under the radar so no one notices her. She keeps to herself, offers to do jobs here and there, paying for a few months of rent at a time. She didn't plan on staying forever. Just until whatever she was here for was over and she'd move onto the next town. The next place Polaris pointed her.
The only thing in the small one bedroom apartment that she has that would point to personal affects is the wall plastered in notes, pictures of old newspaper clippings, and newer newspapers. Some strings that connect things together as she's pieced it together. Bits of notes she got from asking around town. The people that no one ever really talked to... like Cynthia Weaver.
That's how she's fallen asleep. On the couch, facing the wall, dozing after putting a few more things together. She still doesn't understand why Polaris brought her here. Minus the eerie feeling at night that seems to crawl into the town. A feeling that reminds her of how Ordinary felt when everything went to hell. Something was happening, but even those weird glowing pages she found didn't seem to make sense in any order she put them in.
Especially the ones about her.
The banging on the door is what startles her awake.
She rolls onto the floor and snaps her head up, green eyes wide under the misplaced red hair. She quickly scrambles to the front door, staying below any view sight of the window. Her hands press against the bottom of the door, listening to the erratic pounding. It sounds... tired. Stressed. Sometimes it pounds louder, sometimes it's quieter. There's mumbling beyond the door.
« It's probably not them--right? They wouldn't knock. They'd just break the door down and snatch me away. No questions, no debates, no chance to get away. They'd just drag me off. So... who the hell is banging on the door at six in the morning? »
Jesse quickly pulls herself up, still pressed against the door. She makes sure the chain is still in place--which really shows how old things in Bright Falls are--before unlocking the door handle. She moves close to the door as she opens it, peeking her head around the side to see who it is. Just in case she needs to slam the door quickly and head out the back.
Her bright green eyes widen at the sight of the man there. Of course she knows who it is, cause everyone in Bright Falls knows him. Even if Pat Maine hadn't said it on the radio? That cut out in the diner was the clear key of who he is the moment he walked in. She blinks once, eyebrows knitting together.
« Wow, he looks like shit. »
Polaris shifts slightly and Jesse feels her friend might have even found the comment funny.
The nineteen year old shifts slightly to try and hide more view of the darkened apartment. Not that it's too dark, the light shines through the blinds and curtains to indicate the sunrise. ]
...Alan Wake?
[ « Why would he be here? He didn't pay us any attention in the diner when he showed up in town. » ]
—good morning, bright falls.
All she did was follow a message.
The message was sent by her friend... her best friend. Sometimes months would go by before she heard anything from her. It had been the case after graduation, and stumbling into the "real" world. Work, rent, money. She refused to stay at another foster home and would rather sleep on a park bench (which she has) then rely on people picked by the system. A system she didn't even trust.
Polaris. That's what she had named her friend, and her friend didn't seem to mind the name at all. The message was faint, but, Jesse had been able to piece it together. Where to go, the dates to be there by. She arrived earlier than what Polaris had sent her, but, that may have been for the best. There's been so much she's found... not that she's sure why.
She thought maybe coming here would lead her to Dylan after all these years. That doesn't seem to be the case. Once again, another place, no closer to her baby brother she lost. She was mad at Polaris for a few days for it. She didn't care. If it didn't lead to Dylan, why was she even here? The longer she stayed, the more she realized one thing.
Bright Falls. Just weird enough to almost be like home was. Ordinary.
Which meant something weird would happen... or was happening.
Bright Falls is a quaint little old town. Everyone knows everyone, so when someone new rolls in, everyone notices. The exact attention Jesse hates. She wants to be under the radar so no one notices her. She keeps to herself, offers to do jobs here and there, paying for a few months of rent at a time. She didn't plan on staying forever. Just until whatever she was here for was over and she'd move onto the next town. The next place Polaris pointed her.
The only thing in the small one bedroom apartment that she has that would point to personal affects is the wall plastered in notes, pictures of old newspaper clippings, and newer newspapers. Some strings that connect things together as she's pieced it together. Bits of notes she got from asking around town. The people that no one ever really talked to... like Cynthia Weaver.
That's how she's fallen asleep. On the couch, facing the wall, dozing after putting a few more things together. She still doesn't understand why Polaris brought her here. Minus the eerie feeling at night that seems to crawl into the town. A feeling that reminds her of how Ordinary felt when everything went to hell. Something was happening, but even those weird glowing pages she found didn't seem to make sense in any order she put them in.
Especially the ones about her.
The banging on the door is what startles her awake.
She rolls onto the floor and snaps her head up, green eyes wide under the misplaced red hair. She quickly scrambles to the front door, staying below any view sight of the window. Her hands press against the bottom of the door, listening to the erratic pounding. It sounds... tired. Stressed. Sometimes it pounds louder, sometimes it's quieter. There's mumbling beyond the door.
« It's probably not them--right? They wouldn't knock. They'd just break the door down and snatch me away. No questions, no debates, no chance to get away. They'd just drag me off. So... who the hell is banging on the door at six in the morning? »
Jesse quickly pulls herself up, still pressed against the door. She makes sure the chain is still in place--which really shows how old things in Bright Falls are--before unlocking the door handle. She moves close to the door as she opens it, peeking her head around the side to see who it is. Just in case she needs to slam the door quickly and head out the back.
Her bright green eyes widen at the sight of the man there. Of course she knows who it is, cause everyone in Bright Falls knows him. Even if Pat Maine hadn't said it on the radio? That cut out in the diner was the clear key of who he is the moment he walked in. She blinks once, eyebrows knitting together.
« Wow, he looks like shit. »
Polaris shifts slightly and Jesse feels her friend might have even found the comment funny.
The nineteen year old shifts slightly to try and hide more view of the darkened apartment. Not that it's too dark, the light shines through the blinds and curtains to indicate the sunrise. ]
...Alan Wake?
[ « Why would he be here? He didn't pay us any attention in the diner when he showed up in town. » ]