Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2010-10-05 03:49 am
foolishwren) wrote2010-10-05 03:49 am
Entry tags:
- *ace attorney: phoenix wright,
- *ace attorney: shelly de killer,
- *artemis fowl: artemis fowl,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *kingdom hearts: sora,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *metal gear solid: liquid snake,
- *metal gear solid: old snake,
- *naruto: kisame,
- *nightmare before xmas: jack skellington,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
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- *professor layton: professor layton,
- aaaaangst,
- action,
- entertain me,
- fugitive funtiems,
- ic,
- just a flesh wound,
- looking good kid,
- video,
- wild hobo woman
033. [Video] (action for Camp Otacon)
[When the camera comes on, Heather's lying on her back on her sleeping bag with Cujo draped over her stomach and a sulky expression on her face. The bandage formerly tied over her eye (looking distinctly nasty now) is crumpled off to the side and in its place is a hot compress, which she's holding gently to the wounded area with one hand. She seems to be holding the PokeGear up above her with the other. Least flattering Myspace-shot ever.]
So-- how long do I have to keep this thing on?
[She's talking to somebody off-camera and judging by the ever-so-patient tone of the reply she gets, which is sort of indistinct but along the lines of 'Until I say you can take it off', that somebody is Otacon.]
But Haaaaaal.
[There is no reply.]
..... Fine, fine...
I'll just stay here and stew in my misery.
[There's a laugh from off the screen and another indistinct reply that is apparently amused at Heather's overdramatic whining and not sympathetic like she'd been hoping. So Heather makes a pouty face and turns her head just slightly so that she can stick her tongue out in his general direction before looking back to the camera.]
His Dictatorship over there is reveling in his regime of oppression and I'm bored.
Someone please distract me.
[SHE'D EVEN WELCOME KNOCK-KNOCK JOKES. THAT IS HOW LOW SHE HAS SUNK.]
So-- how long do I have to keep this thing on?
[She's talking to somebody off-camera and judging by the ever-so-patient tone of the reply she gets, which is sort of indistinct but along the lines of 'Until I say you can take it off', that somebody is Otacon.]
But Haaaaaal.
[There is no reply.]
..... Fine, fine...
I'll just stay here and stew in my misery.
[There's a laugh from off the screen and another indistinct reply that is apparently amused at Heather's overdramatic whining and not sympathetic like she'd been hoping. So Heather makes a pouty face and turns her head just slightly so that she can stick her tongue out in his general direction before looking back to the camera.]
His Dictatorship over there is reveling in his regime of oppression and I'm bored.
Someone please distract me.
[SHE'D EVEN WELCOME KNOCK-KNOCK JOKES. THAT IS HOW LOW SHE HAS SUNK.]
[video]
[Said heavily, like he has personal experience.]
[video]
... Yeah, I think that's universal.
[video]
[Changing the subject is go] Shouldn't you take that off now? If they're left on too long, they do more harm than good.
[video]
[The camera flails around a bit as she sits up, peeling the cloth off of her face.]
[Turns out it had been hiding a pretty nasty combination bruise-and-scrapes that looked ... well, moderately-healing. It's been doing better since Otacon saved the day with his first-aid supplies.]
Eesh....
[video]
Not bad. I've seen more impressive, but not bad at all.
[video]
[It probably wouldn't have been so bad if she'd, y'know, been able to take better care of it while she'd been wandering around, totally lost and supplyless. But as such, it'd had to wait.]
[video]
[Doesn't sound as sincere as he could, but then he's used to terrible injuries at home because his sword heals him right up]