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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Jeez... I guess I got lucky.

I got blasted with some kind of ... dizzy wave attack or something and I just kinda... laid there until it wore off. _{[All in all, Heather could have had it a lot worse. But she'd gotten off fairly easily-- at least she hadn't wound up poisoned like poor Juudai.]}

Where you at?

I kind of... just went off to sit in the Pokemon ward because I was getting sick of the nurses following me around and harassing me about my arms...

_{[She was starting to get up, somewhat stiffly.]}

...Yeah, sounds like you did. I got poisoned, though, so that brought me down sooner than I expected.

I'm in one of the rooms upstairs. It's pretty annoying having the nurses checking in on you every five minutes, I know, but I'm not leaving until she wakes up.

[The camera pans down a little, showing Yubel sleeping quite soundly in the bed next to him, her hands curled around his waist.]

... HEH. Looks like you couldn't get up even if you wanted to. _{[Yubel looked like she had a pretty good grip on him there.]

[She pauses, though-- not sure if she should go looking for them and disturb them.]}

Ahh, don't worry about it. She's out like a light.

...I could probably use some company, anyway. That's, you know, awake.

[He smiles faintly.]

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_{[She offers one in return.]}

All right. I'm sure if I wander around enough, I'll find you guys.

_{[... And sure enough, after awhile, Heather does eventually make it to the room. The door opens and she sidles through.]}

Hey.

[And Juudai's sitting up in the bed with Yubel quite securely snuggled around him. Yeah, he's not going anywhere right now.]

Heh, looks like you really did make out better than I did in the end.

_{[She leans on the door to shut it, folding her bandaged arms over her chest.]}

Yeah, I think I did.

What'd you do to piss him off worse than I did?

...Hell if I know. Maybe we just got unlucky this time. I got poisoned, a good portion of my team got turned on their heads, and I'm pretty sure Yubel has a few scrapes and bruises too, at that.

That guy just seemed... really unhinged.

Anyway, what were you gonna do with the recovered money?

Yeah...

He is unhinged.

I guess you don't know about him where you come from, huh?

_{[The question catches her by surprise and she shrugs, leaning against the doorframe and tucking one foot behind the other.]}

Not sure. ... Probably gonna return it. ... It's tempting to keep. ... But stealing money was never my style.

No... should I?

Heh, I can imagine it'd be tempting to keep, as a reward to yourself for even recovering it. But then you'd probably be under the same warrant he'll wind up getting, for stealing... again.

Nah, don't worry about it. Different worlds. _{[He wasn't even technically FROM hers... he was just known there. As a work of fiction.]} I guess all you really need to know is that he's a famous criminal.

And heh, yeah, I won't lie, I kinda want to. And they'd probably never know. ... But I don't really need it. And it is theirs.

[Pause.] ...Tch, figures...

Well, unless they were making sure the amount that got back to them was the same as the amount that was stolen in the first place, but I don't trust them to be smart enough to keep track of things like that. Not this police force.

Besides, there probably are people who need it more than we do, anyway.

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