[Heather hadn't been a big fan of carrying loads of junk around in her pockets once, either! Her pocketknife and some cash, and she was good to go! ... Then Silent Hill had happened. No pockets? YOU LOST. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.]
Hmph...
[Stuffing the mess of seemingly-random bits and pieces back into their respective holding places, Heather bites her lip briefly in indecision. ... But it doesn't last long. He was HERE and that meant she couldn't dance around the truth. At least not as much as she often did in Johto.]
Maine. Rural. Way out in the boonies. An old historical town that hardly anybody except historians and honeymooners've heard of. S'called Silent Hill.
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Hmph...
[Stuffing the mess of seemingly-random bits and pieces back into their respective holding places, Heather bites her lip briefly in indecision. ... But it doesn't last long. He was HERE and that meant she couldn't dance around the truth. At least not as much as she often did in Johto.]
Maine. Rural. Way out in the boonies. An old historical town that hardly anybody except historians and honeymooners've heard of. S'called Silent Hill.
[... And then, after a brief pause, she adds--]
My hometown.