Heather Mason
14 April 2013 @ 09:32 pm
[... Well. It's time.]

[She didn't want it to be.]

[But there's really no denying it now.]



There's already been a few other announcements so i'm just joining the train but i guess this is more to let his other friends know that I've got Tricia the Manectric

I found her in the PC yesterday afternoon


just so everyone who was friends with Dale Cooper knows that she's okay.


I'll be coming up to Justice Farm to get any toys or whatever he might have had for her in a bit, which i guess is a thinly-veiled excuse to come and see everybody and exchange some hugs or something because Coop meant a lot to a lot of people and i guess against all odds I turned out to be one of them.

I could say a lot of things but in the end I guess it's best to leave it at that i'll miss him and that I hope he'd be proud that i'm not handling his disappearance like i did so many of the other ones that he actually had to talk sense into me over


[Anyone who's known Heather for the past couple of years knows that she has a somewhat... problematic history when it comes to accepting big disappearances.]

so yeah.

heather out or something.



No punching bags, no more egg-crushing. Yes, Cooper would be proud... )
 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: Saffron City
I'm feeling: indescribable
 
 
Heather Mason
14 February 2011 @ 10:57 am
[Because Styx told me to-- can also be considered an answer to that meme that was posted today.]

Strangely, the first thing that weighed on her mind after having gone for so many months without it was the silence... )

“Well,” she said to the empty, gray room. “I’m back.”
 
 
I'm feeling: lonely
Yo, this is where I'm at: An apartment somewhere in Maine.
 
 
Heather Mason
13 December 2010 @ 06:09 am
[ooc: Hey guys! Like most tl;dr stuff I post, THIS IS OPTIONAL READING so feel free to completely skip over it, although those with characters in the hotel are also free to say that they saw Heather leaving her hotel room with a really, really dark expression. She will not be deterred or particularly receptive to any attempts to engage in conversation. If you would like to, however, here's some appropriate listening material.]









ERROR: NUMBER NO LONGER IN USE. beeeeeeep.






ERROR: NUMBER NO LONGER IN USE. beeeeeeep.






ERROR: NUMBER NO LONGER IN USE. beeeeeeep.



Heather's thumb hovered over the 'Connect' button, but didn't press it again. She'd already done it about fifteen times, hoping to hear something else, but she'd already known that the message wouldn't change, no matter how many times she called. The truth was that it wasn't even a surprise, no matter how much she wished it could have been, nor how much she simultaneously dreaded and expected it.

With each passing day, she had known it more and more.

Hearing this now was only a confirmation.

The last nail in the coffin.

He was gone.

Don't remember one jump or one leap... just quiet steps away from your lead. )


[Audio-- locked to Phoenix Wright.]

[Her voice is punctuated by gasps-- she's out of breath and wheezing. Her voice is hoarse and there's weird gaps between the words, like she's struggling to put them together.]

I-- ... P- ... Phoenix?

Uhm.

Are you-- ... are you there?

I gotta-- ... can I talk t'you?

It's.

Uhm.

It's important...





[ooc edit: thank you so much for your lovely comments, guys. I can't even begin to describe how much I appreciate ALL of them. I'm screening them to cut down on clutter, though! ILU!]
 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: Goldenrod City
I'm feeling: ashamed
 
 
Heather Mason
24 May 2010 @ 04:00 am

STORYBITS: THE DRABBLENING



Over time I've accumulated a lot of random Route-verse or generally Heather-based drabbles! Here's a post compiling them all in one place. See comments for the stories!
 
 
I'm feeling: creative