foolishwren | 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.]}

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Then it shall be the most glorious wedding ever.

Do I get to be in the wedding party?

You can be my best man!

... I guess an actress can take on any role.

Admit it, you'd look super classy in a tux.

_{[She's just kiddin' around, of course. Because the idea of Liquid being the only one there in a dress is too funny for her to let go of.]}

Oh, yeah. Right next to Liquid and his flowing white gown.

_[S-sniff.]

I'm tearing up just imagining it.

_{[... More because she's trying not to laugh than because of the ~*~overwhelming majesty~*~ of the mental image, but yeah.]}

Wouldn't he be beautiful?

[ nice knowing us. ]

_{[Heather let go of the compress for a moment so she could clasp a hand over her heart and nod, tearfully.]}

Like a Disney princess.

_{[S-see you at the funeral.]}

You mean there'll be little birds and forest animals singing along?

Yes!

They will be in his hair.

[ oh god, she can't stop herself from cracking up. ]

_{[Once Rise loses it, Heather does pretty quickly, too. It's impossible to keep a straight face. She tries to keep talking anyway, though-- but doesn't get too far.]}

His luxurious, flowing hahahair!

A-and his glass slippers--

[ yep, she's a goner. ]

_{[So's Heather-- she can't even talk now. She's laughing too hard, even though it hurts her faaaace.]

[ooc: God tomorrow I should grab Liquid mun because he NEEDS to have somehow overheard this conversation.]}

Edited 2010-10-05 09:33 (UTC)

[ This is totally what normal girls talk about, man. ]

((ooc: Oh god, the poor things are doomed. XD))

_{[ABSOLUTELY.]

[ooc: BRB WAITING FOR INKY TO SIGN ON.]}

[A DARK SHADOW FALLS.]

[Liquid is not pleased.]

Heather.

--!

... Ah.

_{[Heather's still laughing herself silly but she trails off pretty quickly when the SUDDEN OMINOUS SHADOW falls over her and the PokeGear.]

[She leans her head back and looks up, mirth changing briefly to mildly-terrified surprise, and then the most innocent-looking grin she has ever worn in Liquid's presence.]}

Uh-- aheh.

Hiiii, Liquid....!

[Like Liquid believes even the slightest bit of that smile, Heather.]

[His hand dropped onto her shoulder.]

Having a good laugh, girls?

[His tone was light. DO NOT BE FOOLED.]

[ WE ARE JUST TWO RECUPERATING YOUNG GIRLS LOOKING FORWARD TO ANY BRIGHTNESS IN THE DAY, SIR. ~~ohgodohgodIwanttolive.~~ ]

... [ rather meekly ] Just a little one.

_{[B-BUT LOOK AT HOW CONVINCING IT IS.]

[She stiffens up as his hand comes down on her shoulder, like she's expecting him to grab her collar and yoink her up off the sleeping bag to be SHAKEN or something.]}

Uhhh... nnnnot too good a laugh... I mean... _{just, y'know.... sort of.}

_{[Oh god she's still all beaten and pitiful DON'T HURT THE CRIPPLE, LIQUID, THAT'S IN BAD TASTE.]}

[You're so lucky that he likes you, Heather. If he wanted to, he totally could've picked her up and shaken her like a ragdoll with one hand.]

Tch. Prat. [Instead, he thoroughly messes up her hair. Damn annoying little sister-figures.]

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