Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2010-11-24 03:10 am
foolishwren) wrote2010-11-24 03:10 am
Entry tags:
- *ace attorney: dahlia hawthorne,
- *ace attorney: larry butz,
- *ace attorney: phoenix wright,
- *ace attorney: shelly de killer,
- *artemis fowl: artemis fowl,
- *batman the animated series: joker,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *dcmk: kudo shinichi,
- *fairy tail: ur,
- *fate/stay night: shirou emiya,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *katekyo hitman reborn: chrome,
- *kingdom hearts: sora,
- *lilo and stitch: stitch,
- *merlin: arthur,
- *merlin: merlin,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *metal gear solid: liquid snake,
- *metal gear solid: old snake,
- *metal gear solid: vulcan raven,
- *naruto: kisame,
- *one piece: smoker,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- *silent hill: james sunderland,
- *silent hill: mary shepherd-sunderland,
- *soul eater: patti thompson,
- *the sandman: death,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- *um jammer lammy: lammy,
- *yu-gi-oh!: johan andersson,
- *yu-gi-oh!: juudai yuki,
- @joker,
- aftermath,
- and the joker got away,
- big damn hero,
- brooding mcbroodypants,
- dead on my feet,
- don't do this at home,
- epic fail,
- fucking fuckity fuck,
- godzilla,
- goldenrod city,
- goldenrod department store,
- growlithe,
- heather is a bad role model,
- heather why would you even do that,
- ic,
- image attached,
- issues with authority,
- just a flesh wound,
- pokemon center,
- totodile,
- video
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!]
[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!]
[Video]
Miltank. Huh. ... Fitting name...
[The remark about his size gets a chuckle.]
No offense or anything, but I'd be a little worried, too. [Because... dude, the guy was HUGE. ... And she couldn't even tell how big he was for real over the camera. If they eventually met in person, she'd probably be shocked.]
So you've set out towards Cherrygrove, huh?
[Video]
A fitting partner for me, as well. Before my fight with Snake, I had an M1 Abrams tank. This new "tank" has more personality.
[He gives a small smile, used to size by now.]
None taken. My size gave me the strength I needed to wield my gun.
Yes. Miss Satoko, Atka, and I are traveling along the twenty-ninth route.
[Video]
Whoa, you had a tank? [She's not much into war stuff, but... still, one's own tank. Whoa.]
[Video]
[He had been very fond of that tank. If Raven carried a wallet, he'd have a picture of her in it.]
She had an M68A1 rifled gun for her main weapon and for secondary weaponry she had a .50 caliber M2HB machine gun and two 7.62 mm M240 machine guns. She wore Chobham-armor like a lady and reaction armor over her track skirts. Not even a month ago, she was upgraded with the AN/VLQ-6 MCD...
[He sighs and shakes his head, breaking away from nostalgia.]
She was truly magnificent.
[Video]
Sounds like!
[She was no expert, but ever since Silent Hill... she'd taken a little more interest than before in all the wonderful ways mankind had discovered to blow things up.]
I've never even been inside a tank. There sure are times I wouldn'tve minded having one, though.
[Video]
They're surprisingly handy.
[Video]
[Video]
Amazing as it may sound, not everyone needs seal blubber at some point, despite its usefulness.
[Video]
[What starts as a burst of laughter turns into a brief coughing fit until Heather whacks a fist against her chest.]
Khhcchkk-- man I shouldn't do that till these bruises go away. But hheh. You've got a point there!
[Video]
...If you had seal blubber, I could give you a recipe for a salve that would help speed the healing.
[Video]
I haven't seen any seals around here, anyway. ... Maybe in that ice cave up north I keep hearing about.
[Video]