80. [Video/Text/Action for Ecruteak]

[foolishwren]

_{[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?

<sub>[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.]</sub>

... God dammit...

<sub>[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.]</sub>

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.

<sub>[Wow. From surprised, to resigned, to.... indignant?]

[The dazzling light fades after a second or two, and shows....]</sub>

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?

<sub>[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.]</sub>

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...

<sub>[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.]</sub>


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--




K;LJSDG;FHJDL;G


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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.]}

Comments

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Why? You got an awesome costume planned or something? Or is it just the spirit of the thing?

[foolishwren]

Not yet. It just felt appropriate, I guess. The season and all.

'Sides, it's been awhile since I've let it grow out.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. Though I can't really see you with long hair.

I guess I'm going to have to reevaluate what I thought.

[foolishwren]

Huh?

Oh, hell no. I'm not letting it get too long. Soon's the black's long enough, I'm hacking all the blond off.

I can't deal with long hair.

_{[It's been so long since she had it, the very thought feels weird and foreign.]}

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Okay. That makes more sense.

[foolishwren]

Yeah, seriously.

Can you even imagine me with long hair? I mean, ew.

_{[Alessa'd had long hair. And that was the last time Heather had ever wanted it.]}

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I really can't. It's like imagining Lily with long hair. It's just not gonna happen.

[foolishwren]

Lily? Who's that?

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

A friend of mine. Married to my buddy Marshall. She's pretty short, and has short hair. Kinda like your style, before you started growing it, and it was red.

She's alright.

[foolishwren]

Really?

You have female friends?

_{[... WOW THAT SOUNDED BAD SHE DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY.]}

Uh-- I mean...

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

No Heather, Lily and Robin are totally dudes I was just messing with you, of course I have female friends!

Why would you think that I didn't? I don't just see women that way. Geez. What do you take me for?

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Don't answer that.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... she had totally opened her mouth to answer that.]

[Then she just shuts it, sucking her lips inward.]

[:I]</sub>

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Seriously though. Yeah, I have female friends. Lily is one of them. She's alright, being married to Marshall and all.

[And despite the fact that he picks on her mercilessly she is the first person he goes to when he has a problem. Every single time forgetting that she shares everything with Marshall. And Marshall can't keep a secret.]

[foolishwren]

Heh, well, I guess miracles DO happen.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Why do I get the feeling that you don't believe me?

[foolishwren]

Could be the fact that you're one of those people who feels the need to brag to the whole network about all your sexcapades.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

For the record, I don't go into detail. That's just not cool.

[foolishwren]

That doesn't stop scarring mental images from forming.

Seriously, we just do NOT need to know when you're gettin' it on, man.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

It's usually only after the fact though. And it's not like I'm showing you.

[foolishwren]

Still.

T. M. I.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Sheesh. You're all prudes.

[foolishwren]

Not wanting to hear about some douche banging random chicks doesn't make me a prude!

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Yes it does.

[foolishwren]

If I were busting down your door and trying to put a chastity belt on you and doing the cross symbol over my chest every time you popped up on the network, THAT would make me a prude.