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!]}

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Don't hand it in to your creepy supervisor. She doesn't look like she'd be grateful for anything.

[a shake of his head]

You didn't seem like the type who would do something like that just for attention.

Ugh, I don't think gratefulness is in her vocabulary.

_{[And at the second observation, she laughs a little, almost ruefully.]}

I-- ... yeah. No.

If I do stuff for attention, it's... not stuff like that.

_{[She was a class clown, not a superhero. Or at least that was what she wanted the world to see most of the time. She's actually a little horrified that so many people even noticed.]}

I'm no hero. _{[Or if she was on account of what happened in Silent Hill on that fateful summer night, then heroism was something very different than what she'd previously thought, and it wasn't very glamorous.]}

Heroism is overrated. [he's never been fond of such titles, either]

You're just someone who does what she can. Like me.

Yeah.

The real heroes are the ones who nobody knows.

_{[Like Harry. No one had ever known what he really did. All except for her.]}

Ha... that's a good way to put it.

It's the way things tend to go.

Anyway... I got my ass beat up, I'm no hero. _{[She groaned then, wincing and rubbing her back.]} I'm gonna be FEELIN' this tomorrow.

I don't think anyone in their right mind would be mad at you for trying, Heather.

... Ahehhh.... tell that to Liquid...

_{[He had more or less barged right into the Center and bitched her out... though he'd had such a good point that she couldn't really be too mad at him for it...]}

He's probably mad at you for getting hurt. That doesn't count.

He was mainly mad at me for going into it alone, I think... He did have a point.

... It's just what I'm used to doing, though.

I don't play nice with others.

_{[HOW DOES I TEAMWORK?]}

[he can't really complain because Kid is kind of a solo act as well]

If you had waited, you might not have gotten him at all.

Yeah... that's what I was worried about.

I didn't wanna chance him getting away...

I would've done the same thing.

_{[She smiles.]}

Figured you would.

Glad SOMEBODY out there thinks the same as me.

'M not the type to sit around and do nothing, even if I have to do it alone.

I got that general impression.

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