foolishwren | 042. Video

_{[Things have been oddly silent on Heather's end of the line over the past day or so. She hasn't been responding much to other transmissions, or even to private messages. Right after all that chaos, too-- you'd think that given she WORKED at the Goldenrod Department Store, she'd be on the network constantly with all kinds of 'This is CRAZY, you guys'-style transmissions about Evil Bitch-Supervisor of Death bullying all the Officer Jennies for not stopping the robbery or how there was a soda machine with a fist-shaped hole clean through it or something. But no-- nothing.]

[And her friends at the hotel may have noticed that she didn't wind up coming back to her room that night.]

[When the feed does come on, it's a little more obvious as to why.]}

_{[What? Heather in a POKEMON CENTER? Could she be...? ... Nah. She's obviously not in there for herself, although both of her arms are heavily bandaged and a few nasty-looking, angry red scratches are peeking over the edge of the gauze.]

[But she's sitting hunched on the floor by one of the recovery-ward beds for Pokemon, her vest lying in cushioning pile behind her and a battered-looking Cujo asleep by her side. She looks tired... even more tired than she's been otherwise, lately, which was saying something. And judging by the way she kept glancing up at the Pokeballs encased in the incubatory healing device sitting gently on the cot next to where she's sitting, her Pokemon are the real reason she's in here.]

[The camera shakes, then bobbles a little closer, and Heather finally notices. She turns her head to the camera, frowning at first, but then a wry, half-amused smile quirks her mouth slightly.]}

Was wondering where you were, y'little weirdo.

_{[She leans over and reaches out, grabbing the camera and tugging it with some difficulty away from whatever's holding it]}

You must be worried if you're not chewing on it... the other guys are fine. Relax.

_{[The mystery-filmer is revealed as the fat little Totodile toddles over and tries to wedge itself into Heather's lap. She rolls her eyes and lets out a gusty sigh but lets her legs slide down so that there's more room. Now that the camera's on her, though, she frowns a little at the sight of the little red 'Record' light, but then shrugs. Oh well. While she's on...]}

So, uh, police.

The hell were you last night?

I could've used the help.

_{[Her tone makes it obvious that working with the cops isn't exactly the first thing on her agenda, but there you go.]

[She doesn't need to say that a lot of people got hurt-- the rest of the network probably already knows that, it's had to have been all over the news by now.]}

Anyway...

_{[She goes quiet again, rubbing the back of her head. Scritch. She... doesn't feel as talkative as usual.]}

... Oh yeah. Last thing. Joker.

_{[Reaching out next to her, she picks a handful of something that chinks and glitters in the low light. A bunch of coins! She grins.]}

Think you dropped these, Bozo.

Great job.

_{[They might have seen this limping towards the Pokemon Center looking surly after a particularly embarrassing defeat at the hands of the Joker (AND after the effects of Confusion wore off)... although she didn't go out without a fight.]}

_{[ooc: Feel free to action if your character was injured during/after the robbery and they'd be in the Pokemon Center too!]}

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I don't think you are in a fit state to work, Heather.

They're just scratches, Artemis. I'll be fine.

_{[She sounds... tired.]}

...

Forcing yourself onwards will only make you feel worse. You should just rest.

Well, whether they need me at work or not, I'm gonna rest.

_{[She's not a masochist.]}

Good. And you'll be resting until you're completely recovered?

[The arms say otherwise. ~~Which is a shame because they hide your freckles.~~]

_{[.... B( ]}

I'm not gonna lie in bed for a week because of some scratches.

_{[shut up about the freckles, the fact that they're hidden is the only good thing about these bandages]}

It's not just scratches.

[~~But I like your freckles!~~]

... It's not?

What, do I have a hole in my skull that I didn't notice or something?

_{[Well,she was ALSO kind of bruised, and that Hydro Pump she'd been hit with was something she'd be feeling over the next few days, but...]

[SHUT UP, YOU'RE JUST MAKING FUN OF ME.]}

Heather.

[It's so obvious you're emotionally drained, Heather. This month has not been kind to you.]

You should rest until you've completely recovered, not just from your physical scars.

[~~No, I'm not!~~]

_{[He's right on that count. More than right. But good luck getting Heather to admit to that. She's not ashamed of her emotions or even really in denial of them, but ... it's been awhile since she's had anybody get on her case about that kind of health. She's used to dealing with it on her own terms.]

[She raises a brow suspiciously, scowling.]}

... Are you trying to say that getting roughed up in a fight traumatized me or something?

This isn't the first time I've gotten hurt in a tussle, Artemis. It isn't anywhere near the first time.

_{[why would anybody like the freckles, they look like someone attacked my face with a brown marker.]}

[He just keeps his gaze, raising his open palms slightly in a calm, non-aggressive manner.]

No, I wasn't implying that at all.

Your past is your own, Heather. I'm not trying to criticize you. I'm just... expressing concern due to the fact you've had somewhat of a trying month.

[He stumbled a bit because 'expressing concern' is, again, something he's not overly versed in but he's trying his best. It seems as though it's not working as he planned though. Social interaction is more difficult than those sociology books make out.]

I'm upsetting you. I apologize.

[Because putting stress on the girl recovering from an attack by a maniac is not a incredibly smart idea.

~~They're cute? And at least they're not spots.~~]

_{[Heather glares.]

[... And then sighs, her shoulders slouching. She presses a hand to her brow, eyes shut.]}

No, it's-- ... Look, it's my fault. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be snapping at you.

_{[... Wow. Was Heather... apologizing? The truth is, she knows she's ... sorta bad about snarling at people when she's angry. ... And this has been a rough month.]

[WHAT, CUTE? WHAT? HOW IS-- ... WHAT.]}

[Raises eyebrows slightly because he honestly wasn't expecting an apology to be coming from Heathers way but he's not going to stick a spot light on it.]

You don't need to apologize, it's understandable.

[A bought of silence before he speaks again.]

Perhaps you'd rather be left to yourself?

[~~You heard me!~~]

_{[It seemed Heather had sides of her a little deeper than 'obnoxious loudmouth tomboy'.]}

... I dunno. I guess so. ... I could probably use some sleep, I guess.

_{[... BUT WHY. ... WHAT. ... WHY?]}

Alright. Best of luck on your recovery. And your Pokémons recovery also.

[~~I still say they're cute.~~]

Thanks.

I'll catch you later.

_{[She offers a sort of halfhearted little wave to the camera before shutting it off.]

[AND YOU'RE WRONG. WRONG.]}

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