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

HEATHER!

HEATHER HEATHER HEATHER! LOOKIT!

_{[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.]}

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

_{[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.]}

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

_{[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.]}

Ugh. You owe me so hard, Arty.

_{[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.]}

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

_{[And there it was.]}

_{[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.]}

... 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!]}

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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...]}

. . .

More people leaving... Was it someone from your world?

_{[She pauses a moment, but then nods. It was kind of obvious, wasn't it... Heather wasn't the type to get too blue over yet another disappearance of someone she 'kinda knew', not unless there was something more significant about it.]}

Yeah.

She... saw some of the stuff I did. ... Y'know. In that town.

Didn't know her before meeting her here, but... birds of a feather, kinda, y'know?

[ah. ah. that... explained a lot]

Yeah. I know what you mean.

_{[Indeed it did. ... Heather didn't even know what Angela had seen-- only that she, like James, had caught some sort of glimpse of that place's true nature.]}

So yeah.

I was just kinda hoping maybe someone had... y'know, seen her. ... It's a long shot, but... she was kinda flighty. Thought maybe she'd... run off or something.

_{[Heather was pretty sure that Angela was older than she was, but there was no doubt she was ten times more skittish.]}

Anyway, I don't think she had any other Pokemon besides this one...

Did you try calling her gear? That's usually a good way to tell if someone's gone home.

_{[She grimaces a little at that, and holds something up. ... It's a PokeGear, but it's encrusted with mud.]}

I found this not too far away from the Pokemon.

M'pretty sure it's hers.

... sorry, Heather.

... Eh. It's all right. ... This's nothing compared to December.

_{[She knows he'll know what she's talking about.]}

I didn't know her too well, honestly.

_{[... But there's a hurting note in her voice anyway.]}

Doesn't matter.

It still sucks when people leave.

... Yeah. That it does.

_{[She pauses, looking over at the Cubone. It's not crying anymore, but it's... obviously upset. Sort of rocking back and forth and holding onto its club like a security blanket.]}

... Guess I'll have to take this little guy.

Geez... he must've taken his training leaving pretty hard.

Yeah...

I remember when she first got on the network, he was cryin' then too... though I guess now he actually has a reason to.

_{[Over the past hour or so, Godzilla and Claudy had both approached the little Cubone, only to be shied away from. The thing was as untrusting as his trainer had been.]}

Heh... good thing you're not leaving it alone. It looks like it needs a trainer.

_{[She manages a little smile at that.]}

Yeah... I couldn't just leave him out there. Didn't feel right.

... I think I'm goin' soft.

[amused snort]

I don't think the Cubone is complaining.

Heh, well, we'll see... I'm waiting for him to calm down enough to do anything but sit there and look like he's having an anxiety attack.

_{[Like Trainer, like Pokemon...]}

Have you tried giving him something to eat?

Yeah, he's got some leftover take-out pasta from last night but he hasn't touched it.

_{[Why yes Heather DID feed her Pokemon table scraps.]}

... geez. Poor guy.

Yeah... I've just been letting him alone for the time being. I figure he'll eat when he's hungry.

Let's just hope that's sooner rather than later.

Yeah... if he starts lookin' sick or somethin', I guess I'll... take him to the Center. _{[She makes a sort of sour face at the thought. ... But she would do it. She wasn't THAT much of a coward.]}

Don't act too excited, now.

I'll try to contain myself.

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