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,
- *professor layton: flora reinhold,
- *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]
Any others?
[video]
[video]
[She wishes she could guess some of these, because they're all pretty obvious in hindsight. But she's still not 100% after her whole ordeal.]
No idea.
[video]
[if horrible puns were weapons, Heather'd probably be dead by now.]
[video]
Okay, that was the worst.
Bronze.
[She's not gonna show how much it amused her anyway, though.]
[video]
[sluuuump.]
I guess it wasn't my best one, anyway.