Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2011-10-20 02:38 am
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Entry tags:
- *999: clover,
- *ace attorney: shelly de killer,
- *artemis fowl: artemis fowl,
- *assassin's creed: leonardo da vinci,
- *axis powers hetalia: russia,
- *bleach: hitsugaya toushiro,
- *brave story: wataru,
- *dcmk: heiji hattori,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *devil may cry: nero,
- *final fantasy: rikku,
- *fullmetal alchemist: archer,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *homestuck: eridan ampora,
- *how i met your mother: barney stinson,
- *junjou romantica: misaki takahashi,
- *kara no kyoukai: fujino asagami,
- *katekyo hitman reborn: hibari,
- *kingdom hearts: vanitas,
- *lilo and stitch: stitch,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *my little pony: applejack,
- *my little pony: pinkie pie,
- *naruto: asura,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- *professor layton: luke triton,
- *professor layton: professor layton,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *silent hill: henry townshend,
- *tiger and bunny: kotetsu 'wild tiger' k,
- *transformers (movie): ironhide,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- *umineko no naku koro ni: beatrice,
- *umineko no naku koro ni: willard h. wri,
- *xxxholic: kimihiro watanuki,
- *young justice: kid flash,
- *young justice: superboy,
- *yu-gi-oh!: bakura,
- @l,
- a winner is me,
- accidental video,
- anger management issues,
- big red eyes,
- does heather have to slap a ho,
- doesn't afraid of anything,
- don't do this at home,
- ecruteak city,
- errybody was kung fu fightin,
- faceplanting imminent,
- fucking fuckity fuck,
- gengar,
- ghosts are assholes,
- heather is a bad role model,
- heather is a masochist,
- heather use your pokemon,
- heather why would you even do that,
- ic,
- image attached,
- it came from the black lagoon,
- notto dissu shitto agen,
- rated r for language,
- slightly,
- text,
- unecessary levels of anger,
- video,
- what is this i don't even,
- who's that pokemon?!,
- your pain is hilarious
80. [Video/Text/Action for Ecruteak]
[Before the video shows anything, there's some shuffling sounds, and then the tell-tale noise of a cardboard package being ripped open. Then, Heather's voice, muffled at first, speaks up.]
... Again?
[She sounds surprised. ... Unpleasantly so.]
[The 'Gear is tugged out of her pocket at that point, its view wavering and then settling on the torn-open box she apparently just received by Dragonite delivery, in the Ecruteak inn lobby. The Dragonite in question is already slinging its mailbag over its shoulder and lumbering out the door, visible over the edge of the box.]
[Much like one of Heather's posts from earlier in the month, inside the box sits a single Pokeball. She had pulled out the 'Gear to check the Trainer ID, and doesn't realize it's on yet. There's some clacking noises as she thumbs the buttons a little distractedly... and then she gets her answer.]
... God dammit...
[Her voice had gone from surprised to resigned in a surprisingly short amount of time, but then, given the number of friends of hers disappearing lately... that's hardly surprising. And in this case, it's one that's hitting her a little harder than she might have previously thought. Of all the presences in Johto she hadn't even begun to think might up and poof out of existence one day... and this is one that she'd still had so many questions for.]
[That little praying mantis soul skittering down the streets in my head... that really WAS him, wasn't it.]
[She heaves a sigh and her hand appears, reaching into the box to take the ball out.]
Might as well see who I got...
[She presses the button with her thumb and triggers the obligatory flash of white light...]
.... What the-- ... aw, HELL.
[Wow. From surprised, to resigned, to.... indignant?]
[The dazzling light fades after a second or two, and shows....]
GENGKI--GEN GENGAR GAR GARRHH GURRH!
[... A Gengar that, if it were speaking English, would surely be cussing everyone and their grandmothers out in language so foul it would make a sailor blush. Heather is already recoiling from it, groaning out loud. Of course. Of course he'd leave her... THAT.]
God dammit... of all the-- HEY. Hey, GHOST... thing.
[Slightly the Gengar, who had clearly been cooped up in that ball for quite some time during transit and is now in the foulest of moods and wondering where the hell L is, turns his red-eyed glare on Heather, and the 'Gear. >8( WHAT!]
Look, Ryuzaki's ... ghost thing, I know you're probably pissed, but me and ghosts? Don't get along. So if you're gonna-- ... I dunno, be part of my team or whatever, I'd better not get any of that funny business from you, all right?
[She remembers the angry messages scrawled all over L's hotel-room walls, okay?]
[Needless to say, the ghost Pokemon merely scrunches his face up in response. Who's THIS bitch?! He raises both stubby paw-hands and proceeds to flip off his new trainer without so much as a how-do-you-do. Heather (still not visible-- the 'Gear is dangling idly in her hand by her side) just huffs.]
Now, see, that? You can do THAT all you want. Just don't touch my stuff, or my roomies, or do any of your freaky-ass ghost shit, okay? ... Okay. Great. Ugh...
[She starts to turn away. Better go upstairs and brace Henry for the fact that there was now going to be a GHOST hanging around on occasio-- askhg';JGA;LDFKJG';S WHAFUCK--]

[Heather abruptly appears on-camera as Slightly bodily yanks the smallish rug residing in front of the inn counter right out from under her feet-- interestingly, her hair is now... er. Two-toned. When did THAT happen? Well, either way, she's biting the dirt without further ado. WHUMP. The 'Gear clatters to the floor... only to immediately be snatched up and filled with a great big ghostly grin.]
[At the same time? A text message is sent out to all of Johto, with the sound of the Gengar's spiky little fingers clacking away on the keys smugly on video simultaneously.]

[ooc: Responses will come either... mid-fight or after things have settled down. Ecruteak-goers, feel free to experience the wonder that is a teenage girl rolling around on the floor and trying to punch a ghost.]
... Again?
[She sounds surprised. ... Unpleasantly so.]
[The 'Gear is tugged out of her pocket at that point, its view wavering and then settling on the torn-open box she apparently just received by Dragonite delivery, in the Ecruteak inn lobby. The Dragonite in question is already slinging its mailbag over its shoulder and lumbering out the door, visible over the edge of the box.]
[Much like one of Heather's posts from earlier in the month, inside the box sits a single Pokeball. She had pulled out the 'Gear to check the Trainer ID, and doesn't realize it's on yet. There's some clacking noises as she thumbs the buttons a little distractedly... and then she gets her answer.]
... God dammit...
[Her voice had gone from surprised to resigned in a surprisingly short amount of time, but then, given the number of friends of hers disappearing lately... that's hardly surprising. And in this case, it's one that's hitting her a little harder than she might have previously thought. Of all the presences in Johto she hadn't even begun to think might up and poof out of existence one day... and this is one that she'd still had so many questions for.]
[That little praying mantis soul skittering down the streets in my head... that really WAS him, wasn't it.]
[She heaves a sigh and her hand appears, reaching into the box to take the ball out.]
Might as well see who I got...
[She presses the button with her thumb and triggers the obligatory flash of white light...]
.... What the-- ... aw, HELL.
[Wow. From surprised, to resigned, to.... indignant?]
[The dazzling light fades after a second or two, and shows....]
GENGKI--GEN GENGAR GAR GARRHH GURRH!
[... A Gengar that, if it were speaking English, would surely be cussing everyone and their grandmothers out in language so foul it would make a sailor blush. Heather is already recoiling from it, groaning out loud. Of course. Of course he'd leave her... THAT.]
God dammit... of all the-- HEY. Hey, GHOST... thing.
[Slightly the Gengar, who had clearly been cooped up in that ball for quite some time during transit and is now in the foulest of moods and wondering where the hell L is, turns his red-eyed glare on Heather, and the 'Gear. >8( WHAT!]
Look, Ryuzaki's ... ghost thing, I know you're probably pissed, but me and ghosts? Don't get along. So if you're gonna-- ... I dunno, be part of my team or whatever, I'd better not get any of that funny business from you, all right?
[She remembers the angry messages scrawled all over L's hotel-room walls, okay?]
[Needless to say, the ghost Pokemon merely scrunches his face up in response. Who's THIS bitch?! He raises both stubby paw-hands and proceeds to flip off his new trainer without so much as a how-do-you-do. Heather (still not visible-- the 'Gear is dangling idly in her hand by her side) just huffs.]
Now, see, that? You can do THAT all you want. Just don't touch my stuff, or my roomies, or do any of your freaky-ass ghost shit, okay? ... Okay. Great. Ugh...
[She starts to turn away. Better go upstairs and brace Henry for the fact that there was now going to be a GHOST hanging around on occasio-- askhg';JGA;LDFKJG';S WHAFUCK--]

[Heather abruptly appears on-camera as Slightly bodily yanks the smallish rug residing in front of the inn counter right out from under her feet-- interestingly, her hair is now... er. Two-toned. When did THAT happen? Well, either way, she's biting the dirt without further ado. WHUMP. The 'Gear clatters to the floor... only to immediately be snatched up and filled with a great big ghostly grin.]
[At the same time? A text message is sent out to all of Johto, with the sound of the Gengar's spiky little fingers clacking away on the keys smugly on video simultaneously.]
MAN TAHT BOX WUZ crampd as shit where iz my trainr ryoozakey im totlly P. O.'d @ him i bet he ran off w/ his durty slut-hoe
whoo is dis chick anywayz she looks liek a boye
o well anywayz i PWNED her, w/e w/e
I GESS IM DA BOSS AROUND TIHS JOINT NOW SO RESPECKT--

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[ooc: Responses will come either... mid-fight or after things have settled down. Ecruteak-goers, feel free to experience the wonder that is a teenage girl rolling around on the floor and trying to punch a ghost.]
[action]
[Heather folds her arms dully.]
I don't think he buys it.
[action]
[Cooper doesn't appear to mind this terribly, and turns to look at Heather.]
I think it's your turn to talk to him.
[action]
[Heather, punching doesn't count as talking.]
[action]
At least let him know you're in the same boat. If he's in your custody the least you could do is try to get along. [..] The both of you.
[action]
Me and ghosts don't get along by default.
[GRUMP GRUMP GRUMP.]
[Cooper, you are a saint for putting up with these stubborn kids. Both Slightly AND Heather have their arms folded sullenly, and although neither are probably aware of it, they're wearing the exact same frown.]
[action]
Slightly. Heather. You've both made very clear that you don't particularly care for each other, but fact remains that you both cared for Ryuzaki. And for whatever reason it looks like he's left you, Slightly, in Heather's care. The best you can do is adapt to the situation.
So here's a suggestion: how about you call a truce. At least for the time being. I don't want to see any name-calling, violence or unnecessary pranks, and I mean that.
[He eyes the pair of them in a significant manner before he steps back a little.]
I believe it is the best solution and I'd like to see you shake on it.
[SO THERE. HE IS AUTHORITY. BOW BEFORE HIS CALM REASONING AND SENSIBLENESS.]
[action]
[It's hard to argue with that logic, really-- even though both the ghost AND the girl are the sort to find reason to argue with ANYTHING.]
[All the same, they look up at Cooper, and then glance at each other.]
[... Huff.]
Fine.
Gen.
[action]
[action]
[This face forever. On BOTH of them.]
[action]
[Hopefully.]
[Actually he won't mind so much whether they SHAKE or not, but he'd like to see them come to some form of agreement - which is why he'll keep standing back and wait for them to do so.]
[action]
[.... And then Heather stiffens with a HRRK! noise because Slightly totally just did that fucking annoying hand-buzzer thing because he's a ghost and they can do shit like that.]
[action]
Come on, Slightly. You could always do that later.
[but NOW, kids, just try for a truce.]
[action]
[Heather throws her arms up angrily.]
Forget it!
[And then she's heading for the stairs. >8(]
[... And Slightly's just smirking.]
[action]
[She's still in sight so he just jogs the last few steps up to her before tapping her on the shoulder and offering her the pokéball.]
Hey. He's still yours.
[With some near-sympathy. that ghost is more than a handful.]
[action]
[Heather turns with a huff when he catches up to her, but she does take the ball, however reluctantly.]
I don't want him.
[... But she will keep him. He was Ryuzaki's.]
[action]
[Maybe you WILL make peace one day! You never know.]
[action]
Yeah... thanks...
[Cooper you are just so patient. Heather will appreciate that later-- right now her face is still smarting from when it met the floor.
[action]
[But it's after that he tilts his head, considers her for a second and then just asks bluntly, like the ghost thing was just a minor interruption,]
Now, I'm curious. What's with the two-tone?
[action]
Oh... uh.
[She reaches up to paw at her hair automatically.]
I'm growing out my roots for Halloween. Black just felt more appropriate, y'know?
[action]
[Ultimately, though, there's only that grin of his to show his approval.]
Looking forward to it?