59. [Action for Violet City/Video] (dated to early Wednesday morning)

[foolishwren]

HEATHER!

HEATHER HEATHER HEATHER! LOOKIT!


<sub>[Heather groaned. It was way too early for this.]

[Anyone actually out and about on the streets of Violet City on this fine, promising-to-be-warm day wouldn't be able to enjoy the peace and quiet for long. Between the rapid clip-clopping trot of the Ponyta hightailing it up and down the street and the childish squeals of the UNHOLY DEMON that was chasing after her gleefully through the morning fog that was rising off all the now-rapidly-melting snow.]

[Clearing her still sleep-gunked throat with one fist to her mouth, Heather called out after the fleeing figures.]</sub>


Don't run into any lamp posts and die or your brother'll glare witheringly at me and say something droll!


<sub>[Whether or not the kid and the pony heard her was unclear. Either way, Beckett Fowl and Carousel the Ponyta were having too much fun to listen to something as boring as orders, pfft. Sighing, Heather rubbed at now significantly-darker rings under her eyes. When he had asked her to watch after his brother until he himself could come collect the kid, Artemis had failed to mention that said kid was the living incarnation of hyperactivity itself. The only reason Heather was even OUT here at ass o'clock in the morning (at least the SUN was up-- barely) instead of curled up in bed was because there was no shutting this thing up.]

[So in the spirit of wanting to get more sleep being a responsible babysitter, she'd dragged herself out of bed to let kid and Pokemon let off their energy in constructive ways like running in repetitive circles rather than making someone from the room below hers come to her door and complain about the fact that it sounded like she was letting an elephant jump up and down in there.]</sub>

Your brother'd better get here soon, y'little cretin....

<sub>[Pausing to sigh and lean on a lamp post, Heather looked around blearily at the sleepy city. There were some good and bad things about it this morning. On the bright side, the warmth meant she'd finally been able to ditch the sleeves AT LAST. ... But on the OTHER hand...]


[FOG.]

[Fuckin' fog.]

[It wasn't even the thick, soupy stuff that had been laying over the city last fall like an obese, hallucinogenic slug, it was floaty, whimsical little wisps that were being painted pale pink by the sunrise-- but even that was enough to bring up the goosebumps on her bare arms. ... Or no, that was just because it was damp. Right? Yeah, that's all.]

[But god, it made her want to just go back inside and wait until it all burned off... Even though she couldn't, thanks to the fact that she had to wait for the child prodigy to come running back in this direction.]</sub>

Ugh. You owe me so hard, Arty.

<sub>[Because addressing thin air would really tell him just how sulky you were over this, Heather. That is the right thing to do.]

[Shivering despite the balminess, Heather folded her arms and tried to keep her mind off the odd flashes of memory these foggy streets were bringing back, of that autumn incident that had soured her so hard on this city. RRGGH it was really getting into her HEAD, too, she could almost hear the echoes of a baby cryi-- .... Wait a second.]

[Heather turned her head at the sound. ... No... no, she wasn't imagining that. Something WAS crying. ... Not human-- though it was close enough to give her a start. She could still hear Beckett joyfully whooping off further down the street, so it wasn't him... Swallowing hard, she stepped away from the lamp post and in the direction of the noise, a thin wailing that was drifting from somewhere behind a clump of bushes, almost as lightly as the drifting fog.]</sub>

I-- uh.... helloo--...?

_{[And there it was.]}

<sub>[The little Cubone peered up at her warily through the sockets in its skull helmet, eyes sticky and bloodshot. Its crying had stopped as soon as Heather showed her face-- though probably more out of alarm than anything else]

[Heather just... stared right back until she found her voice.]</sub>


... Whoa, you don't look wild... what're you doin' out here all on your-- ... wait.

_{[... Now she recognized it. Those cries... from a network post months before. An important]}


... You... belong to that girl.

_{[Angela. ... But if she wasn't here, that probably meant...]}





... Damn it...

[Video]

_{[No screaming wake-up calls from Heather at this hour, thank god-- but anyone who's up might be seeing this message pop up on their screens. Heather looks... grim. ... And a little sad.]}


Is there anyone else here who's talked to somebody named Angela?


.... Recently?




_{[ooc: Beckett used with his mun's permission!]}

Comments

[video]

[bakaitoukid]

[immediately picking up on this]

What's up?

[video]

[foolishwren]

Someone-- uh.

This girl I kinda know ... I think she might've... y'know. Disappeared.

I've got her Pokemon here... _{[She shifts the camera a little bit to show the Cubone. By the time she'd made the call, she was back in the hotel room-- so it's got a blanket and a thermos cap of food.]}

I just... wanted to know if anyone'd seen her.

_{[She'd talked to Angela not long ago at ALL, after all... they'd talked about maybe getting some coffee together. ... Silent Hill survivors had to stick together, after all...]}

[ video ] /stopping to gaze at the picture each time

[miniworth]

[ Sad faces have become easy to recognize after hanging out with Ken.. ]

What happened?

[ video ] <33

[foolishwren]

Nothing... devastating. I'm just... trying to find somebody.

I think she might have disappeared.

_{[She won't hide it, but she does at least try to put on a stronger face in front of Miles. Just on principal.]}

[video]

[exeggutorhead]

Angela?

[He shakes his head.] I haven't. Why, something happen?

[video]

[foolishwren]

_{[She heaves a sigh, rubbing her temples. They were starting to throb-- and she wasn't sure whether it was from the tiredness or this.]}

Nothing important, I guess...

I just... think she might've disappeared. I've got her Pokemon here...

[voice] finally feeling better ffffffffffff

[dontshootmebro.livejournal.com]

Is a friend of yours missing?

[voice] WOOOO glad to hear it!

[foolishwren]

Yeah.

... I mean, sort of.

I guess she wasn't really a friend yet.

[hasavision.livejournal.com]

I don't think I know an Angela. Did something happen?

[foolishwren]

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She didn't seem like the type to talk to a lot've people.

Anyway... I think she went home.

_{[... It's the first time Heather's ever used those words to refer to a disappearance. If anything, she usually disdains them. ... But it's different, now that it's someone from her own home turf. ... Someone who was presumably still alive back there. ... She hopes.]}

[Video]

[cleartranquilit.livejournal.com]

Can't say that I have. [Head scratch.]

Something happen?

[Video]

[foolishwren]

Eh... it's... not important, I guess. I was just wondering.

Think she might have gone home, that's all.

[video]

[tapestodiane]

I believe I haven't heard from or talked to her in a month. Have you tried calling her gear?

_{[Figuring out pretty quickly that she must be missing, yeah.]}

[video]

[foolishwren]

_{[Like she did for Miles and Kaito, Heather holds up the dirt-encrusted 'Gear she found near the Cubone.]}

I would, but... I'm pretty sure this is it. And it sure as hell isn't working anymore.

[video]

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

...you think someone else left?

[That expression only really meant one thing.]

Seems like it's going around lately.

[video]

[foolishwren]

... Yeah.

_{[She's a little reluctant to say anything... it's nothing compared to him losing his father, after all... though a significant portion of her is still green with envy over the fact that he actually got to... spend time with him.]}

{Video}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{What exactly Nanao was doing up this early wasn't quite apparent... until one saw the Happiny on the floor, happily colouring in a brand new art book}

I haven't, no.

Let me guess - she's gone home. Much like the mother of this little one here.

{Video}

[foolishwren]

Yeah. I hope that's the case, anyway. _{[Even if she had a sinking feeling that home wasn't very nice for her. They were from the same world, after all.]}

video;

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

Never heard of her. What does she look like?

video;

[foolishwren]

I guess it's a moot point, but... tall, kinda skinny. Black hair. Maybe in her twenties? _{[Angela was in her teens, but looked far older than she actually was. Stress and trauma did that to you sometimes.]}

[video]

[quickattackjack]

[JACK DOESNT LIKE THAT SADFACE ON HEATHER. It's not natural.]

Are you alright, Miss Mason?

[video]

[foolishwren]

_{[Even Heather can't smile forever. Still, she puts one on for Jack just to show that she still can.]}

Yeah, I'm fine...

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

[Seeing Heather grim sucks. Seeing Heather sad sucks. Knowing there's absolutely nothing he can say or do to help sucks the most though.]

Have you tried calling her, Heather-san?

[foolishwren]

_{[Sorry Ken. ;-; She doesn't like looking grim and sad either. But... well, as much as she'll try to gloss over it for his sake, she's never been fond of having to totally hide her feelings.]}

Would've, but... _{[She holds up the dirt-encrusted 'Gear.]}

I think this is hers.

[ Video ]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't bother with asking what happened-- He can figure it out enough on his own. After all, he received Juliette when Jack left.]

Another one, huh.

[ Video ]

[foolishwren]

Yeah... Did you ever talk to her, Snake?

[video]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Someone else, too?

[ Rise's lost quite a few friends already. ]

[video]

[foolishwren]

... Yeah.

Someone from home. Sort of.

_{[Angela hadn't quite been a friend, but Heather had been hopeful. And curious about her. It wasn't every day you met someone Angela or James. People who were completely unrelated, yet somehow had seen the true face of that town anyway.]}

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[foolishwren]

_{[Heather perks a little bit. Poor thing-- you just gave her a sense of false hope. :(]}

I never got her last name.

Tall, kinda skinny? With black hair? She's older than me, maybe in her twenties. Did y'see her?