Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2011-10-10 08:21 pm
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80. [Voice/Action] Locked to Rise, backdated to the evening of October 6th
[TIME IS SHORT. The Tournament's only lasting so long, so Heather's gotta take advantage of the time she's in-town while she can. It's time to make good on a promise.]
[Which is why she's hurrying down the darkening streets of Goldenrod City for the first time in a good few months, hastily following the directions she's got written down on a scrap of paper. With the fights starting first thing in the morning, she's gotta squeeze out every last drop of bonding time the night will hold.]
[When she does reach her destination (with just a FEW wrong turns in the process), her first reaction is to stop and let out an impressed whistle.]
[... And then tug her PokeGear out of her pocket.]
[VOICE, to Rise]
RISE.
Your house is huge. Come let me in.
[Which is why she's hurrying down the darkening streets of Goldenrod City for the first time in a good few months, hastily following the directions she's got written down on a scrap of paper. With the fights starting first thing in the morning, she's gotta squeeze out every last drop of bonding time the night will hold.]
[When she does reach her destination (with just a FEW wrong turns in the process), her first reaction is to stop and let out an impressed whistle.]
[... And then tug her PokeGear out of her pocket.]
RISE.
Your house is huge. Come let me in.
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[She had spread her arms to make the point, but then lets out a sigh, trailing one hand down her face. Man...]
[She speaks up again, voice softening.]
Look, Rise, I ... have my reasons, okay?
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I figured...
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Look, it's really not...
Believe me, nothing would come of it anyway.
So it's not worth ... you know. Just. Yeah.
[She's been saying 'you know' and 'just' way too much in this conversation.]
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... For now, she only gives Heather THE SAD PUPPY EYES. ]
Not worth trying...?
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[Heather grimaces like a kid getting grilled on their reasons for staying out late.]
That's... so not what I meant.
I meant...
[Cue some vague gestures at the air as she tries to come up with a decent thing to say that she meant.]
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[Sigh.]
Even if we were-- ... you know. Both feeling that way... I'd make a pretty terrible partner. I got baggage, Rise.
And that's not fair for anybody involved.
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... Are you an idiot?
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Yeah. I am.
... But I'm an idiot who knows what she's talking about.
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[ really, Heather, she was hoping that for once, she'd have an easier time with this. ]
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All right, all right, I know. I'm a wet blanket.
But I'm a wet blanket for a reason, okay?
[Lots of reasons.]
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But Kaito is-- well, he's an awesome guy. Awesome guys should end up with awesome girls whose problems are more like ...
[She cants her head to the side a little bit and adopts a girly-but-appealing voice.] 'Man, I sure am having a hard time at my job, my boss is such a jerk' or 'Crap, some asshole rear-ended me on the way home!' or '... Honey, I'm really feeling terrible about myself, I could really use a hug and some support right now. The future is big and scary and I don't know what to do.'
[... Then her tone turns inappropriately bright and sunny.]
Not "Hi! One time, a half-developed fetus crawled out of my throat and then tried to kill me moments later. Also, I blew my former best-friend's father's head off with a shotgun. I have a secret identity to hide from a fanatical group that tries to kill all the people I care about, and I also love long walks on the beach, pina coladas, and Singin' in the Rain. The movie, not the activity. Sometimes I scream unexpectedly in the middle of the night without warning!"
[... Oh wow okay that wound up unnecessarily detailed. She glances over at Rise, sucking her lips inwards for a moment. Then she waves a hand.]
You know. Uh. Just for a hypothetical example.
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The screaming... she won't talk about that.
In fact, for the moment, she can't talk. She just sits there, eyes glazed in some weird, dark thought, while the rest of her scrambles desperately for a way to handle this that doesn't involve SEVERE BACKPEDALING. ]
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... Rise, I-- ... I didn't mean to-- are you okay?
... That wasn't-- that was just, you know, STUFF, for an example, I mean-- ... sorry.
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N-no, it's not that... I'm not...
[ what kind of friend is she, to have no idea that... ]
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... You... you don't have to worry about that. That was just-- you know. Seriously.
I ... you know, say stuff like that sometimes. I didn't mean it to be...