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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[immediately picking up on this]

What's up?

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...]}

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

What happened?

. . .

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?

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.]}

Angela?

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

... Have you tried calling her?

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

Yeah. I know what you mean.

Is a friend of yours missing?

_{[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...

_{[Heather holds something up-- it looks like an abandoned PokeGear. There's a fair bit of mud crusted on it.]}

I would've, but I think this is hers. I found it not too far away from her Pokemon.

... It's not working anymore, so...

_{[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...

Yeah.

... I mean, sort of.

I guess she wasn't really a friend yet.

[ His immediate concern is for Heather, since she looks more upset about this disappearance than she does for most others - but he's also concerned for those left behind Pokémon.

A pause. ]

I'm sorry.

...if you want, as soon as I'm done with my shift at the Center, I could help you look for her.

_{[Heather opens her mouth automatically to give that reflexive 'nah I'm good' answer, but then pauses.]}

... I'd like that, actually.

I'm... not sure she's still around at all, but ... it wouldn't feel right not to look.

_{[Yeah, Heather's used to the disappearances by now, and she's been fortunate enough not to lose anybody TOO important to her yet-- apart from a very obvious few.]}

It's okay.

... These things happen.

That doesn't make things easier, Heather. [ He shakes his head, frown on his face. ] Will you be alright?

Good. Looking for people does come with the job.

[a pause.]

I'll be let go in five minutes. Mind telling me where you are?

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

I'll be fine. _{[She says it with a reassuring smile.]}

I didn't... know her too well, anyway.

_{[... This was nothing compared to who she'd lost back in December. ... If she'd even truly had the right to say she had him in the first place.]}

I'm at that inn, but I can meet ya down at the entrance.

_{[She pauses to cast a glance over at the bed-- all little kids had to conk out eventually and evidently at this point, Beckett had finally wound down. She could trust Carousel and Claudy to keep an eye on him.]}

_{[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.

[ Miles still doesn't know about Harry Mason - if he did, he'd probably think about Gregory every time he sees Heather, and that won't be fun.

He tries to return that smile. Precocious or not, he's a kid. First and foremost, what he wants is reassurance that Heather will be okay. ] Let's.. hope she's fine, then.

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