foolishwren: My therapist: what kind of car (Me: I kind of wanna get hit by a car)
Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote 2010-09-29 02:51 am (UTC)

[Upon hearing his name, Cujo started panting and butted his head affectionately against Rise's knee. He looked more recognizeable than Heather did, but he was no pedigree dog show winner, himself.]

I... I'm sorry, I didn't hear-- .... I thought I'd never-- ... n-never mind, later... [The worst part of being back in Silent Hill had been the cold certainty that she would never see any of her friends again. That she'd lost them without even appreciating them. Just like Dad.]

I-- ... I don't wanna be arrested, whatever the hell they want me for... W-where should I go?



[ooc: Otacon is more or less swooping Heather off to his little camp in the woods where she can be a fugitive good and proper-- Rise is obviously welcome to come too! ... XD THEY CAN ALSO -TRY- TO GET HEATHER PAST THE INNKEEPER, THAT MIGHT PROVE TO BE INTERESTING. IF NOT SUCCESSFUL.]

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