033. [Video] (action for Camp Otacon)

[foolishwren]

_{[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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[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

Uh-- aheh.

Hiiii, Liquid....!

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[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[restardom.livejournal.com]

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

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

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

Uhhh... nnnnot too good a laugh... I mean... <sub>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.]</sub>

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[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

[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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[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ this is not a sigh of relief, really. ]

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[She lets out a rather undignified squeak when he does so anyway, possibly because she was expecting something worse. Like decapitation.]

[Once she figures out she's not about to die, she turns the squeak into a gruff, disgruntled sound and flails her free hand at him.]</sub>

Graaah!

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[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

[He caught her hand with one of his own and then, like the merciless soldier he was, started giving her the noogie of her life.]

[This is why people hate to have big brothers, Heather.]

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[restardom.livejournal.com]

... ...

Um, I'll just... leave you two to it.

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[foolishwren]

_{[OH GOD NO WHYYYYYYYYYY]}

AH! AHAOW! Ow! Hey!

W-wait, Rise, no, s-send reinforcements!

I can't hold him off! AAA--

_{[Too late, feed goes blip. Aren't you glad you're in a hotel and not off where Liquid can pick on you, Rise?]}