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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[Is Shelly the only one not fazed by Heather's wounds at all? Possibly!]

Bored, Ms. Mason?

_{[She's sort of grateful for that, actually!]}

YES.

Intensely.

Well, I had better stop you from being so bored that you strike conversation with, say, a police officer.

I'm afraid to say I do not have any jokes or anything of the sort for you, though...

Aw, c'mon, I'm not THAT bored!

_{[... He sure had been right about her temper before, though... She'd made the mistake of mouthing off to Smoker and as a result had possibly set herself up for a little more than just a police investigation.]}

[See? Old people are always right about this stuff.]

It was a joke, Ms. Mason.

_{[They totally are.]}

... What?

_{[Dude Heather, old people can make jokes, too!]}

... Right. I knew that.

[Consider yourself fortunate, Heather. Usually, Shelly's jokes contain more murderous undertones and sound a liiittle more threatening.]

Humour aside, how are you doing?

_{[Heather's got a fairly spooky and morbid sense of humor, herself, although Shelly's probably got her beat in that department. She has yet to really pick up on the creepy vibes he so normally exudes, although it'll probably happen eventually.]}

I'm farin' pretty well. It's good to be back.

[Most of Shelly's travelmates already know who he really is, and the freaking Joker, of all people, knows too. Who knows when and how word will start to spread?]

If you wish to keep evading the police, you should get used to feeling as "bored" as you do right now.

_{[Time will tell!]}

Ugh. I'm used to keeping a low profile, just not used to keeping one out in the middle of the woods.

_{[As much as she knows and is perfectly willing to stay in that camp, it's a little bit of a bummer to be stuck outdoors. You know, after she'd been lost and ill in the wilderness for a whole week and a half on her own already. She missed the comfort of a bed.]}

[MAN UP, HEATHER. At least it's not snowing.]

It could be far worse.

_{[SHE'S A CITY GIRL, ALL RIGHT. SHE LIKES HER CREATURE COMFORTS.]}

Yeah. Don't worry, as much as I complain, I know it could be worse.

_{[It had BEEN worse. At least she was with her friends-- and thanks to them, she had clean clothes and a place to sleep. She knew she was damn lucky. ... She just also liked to cover it up by acting immature.]}

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