Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2011-11-04 05:33 pm
foolishwren) wrote2011-11-04 05:33 pm
Entry tags:
- *999: clover,
- *brave story: wataru,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *metal gear solid: liquid snake,
- *silent hill: father vincent,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *silent hill: henry townshend,
- *transformers animated: bumblebee,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- @henry,
- @kaito,
- accidentally an entire boot,
- adventure time,
- aftermath,
- all your base are belong to me,
- and the joker got away,
- brb going on an adventure,
- cujo,
- ecruteak city,
- faceplanting imminent,
- growlithe,
- hangovers are wonderful and amazing,
- heather is a bad role model,
- how drunk were we last night,
- i've got a bad feeling about this,
- ic,
- issues with authority,
- like a boss,
- lol i don't care that i broke the law,
- looking good kid,
- mission accomplished,
- nobody loves jerry,
- notto dissu shitto agen,
- the fuck is that. ... the fuck is this.,
- tyrogue,
- val,
- video,
- well that was fun,
- what is this i don't even
82. [Video] Backdated to November 1st!
[It's about eight in the morning, the day after Halloween night. Juuuuust the right time for the bright early-morning sun to be shining in through everybody's windows. The Ecruteak Inn in particular is RIGHT in the perfect place for that light to be blaring in, which is why the first thing that shows on the screen (accompanied by the scrapes and jitters of somebody picking the 'Gear up) are the bright white bars of sunlight across the wooden inn-room floor.]
[The next thing it shows is ALSO covered in the bars of sunlight, but it's so BRIGHT that the glare actually maxes out the screen's capacity for a second or two before it adjusts and shows that the gleam is actually the sunlight reflecting in a million little points off of what seems to be a fairly impressive pile of NOT candy like one might expect there to be on somebody's floor after a successful night of trick-or-treating, but... shiny... things?]
[Yes. Shiny things. All kinds. Eyeglasses, doorknobs, strings of still-lit decorative Halloween lights, a genuine police badge, a set of handcuffs, a roll of foil tinsel, some well-polished pots and pans, small hand-held mirrors, coins of all shapes and sizes, more than a few pieces of (gulp) expensive-looking jewelry, a weathervane, several articles of clothing studded with those fake rhinestones, bottles of glitter (as one may imagine, the glitter is now EVERYWHERE), flashlights of all shapes and sizes (all of them are still turned on), a large (and opened) tube of "Sparkle Fun" toothpaste, what appears to be a small army of glossy Mr. Mime-shaped garden gnomes...]
[And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Somebody was productive last night.]
[The unmistakeable sound of a panting dog suddenly invades the speakers and a giant orange blur passes in front of the screen briefly, accompanied by the click-click-click of blunt claws on hardwood.Then the sound of licking, followed by a hoarse groan.]
Nnngh....
[Around this point, the view begins to zoom out. .... Erratically and jerkily, like the most poorly-filmed dramatic zoom-out in history, because instead of using the zoom button, the camera-holder is literally scooting backwards across the floor on his butt, all the way to his sleeping bag. Only then is the whole scene revealed.]
[Sprawled across the sparkly spoils of their night on the town are two very, VERY tired teens, now only partially-dressed as the thieving monkey and corvid they started the night out as. Kaito Kuroba is face-down on top of a small, tangled pile of beaded strings (you know, the rainbow-colored kind that hippies hang on their doors), with his monkey-ear headband slid down over the back of his head. And part two of the dastardly duo is flat on her back, half of her poncho rumpled up around her neck and her mask is halfway off. As is expected of someone like Heather, she bears the telltale marks of having apparently gotten into a physical FIGHT with someone at some point during the night, and somewhat LESS expected of someone like Heather, she also has what appears to be an infant Tyrogue clinging to one of her legs.]
[It's like The Hangover, ADD Teenager Halloween Edition.]
[The screen stops jittering once the filmer is safely settled on his sleeping bag once more.]
[Cujo is busy rousing his trainer by licking what's visible of her face while she mumbles protests and sort of feebly slaps him with one hand, while Kaito is dragging his face up off of his uncomfortable-looking pillow and squinting blearily in the bright morning light. Biz the Aipom scampers onto the screen and hops up on his trainer's shoulder to proudly present him one of the many wallets stolen during the night. Nobody particularly notices.]
Wh... huh...?
Cujo, go 'way ... where... whuhappen...
[At last, the mystery filmer finally speaks up, in that mild, quiet tone some of the network may be familiar with as coming from the scruffy, twitchy photographer that follows Heather and her father around and occasionally talks about serial killer owls.]
Oh, you two are up.
Mr. Mason says you have to give all that stuff back today.
[The two teens stare at him blearily, and then down at their piles. ... And then at themselves. Kaito reaches up to run his fingers through his hair and produces a small shower of glitter. Heather lifts her leg in the air with a mildly horrified expression at the pink... thing on her leg. Then they look back at Henry.]
[The feed cuts.]
[BUT A FEW HOURS LATER, a much-more-cleaned-up Heather will be popping onto the feed again, hair still sticking in every direction (she'd had it gelled to look like a Murkrow's head feathers) and glitter still sparkling pretty much... everywhere. ... Including her teeth, when she grins sheepishly.]
Uh... hey, guys... so um... Kaito and I found a bunch of... stuff... that was apparently stolen... by kids in costumes. That totally weren't us.
... So if some weirdos grabbed something from you last night, it might... totally be here.
Yeah.
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... Happy Halloween.
[OOC: Action for Kaito and roomies, obviously! Otherwise, if your character was in Ecruteak, feel free to assume that the dastardly duo nicked something from them and will be sheepishly returning it at some point today.
Blue = Kaito, Orange = Heather, Brown = Henry.]
[The next thing it shows is ALSO covered in the bars of sunlight, but it's so BRIGHT that the glare actually maxes out the screen's capacity for a second or two before it adjusts and shows that the gleam is actually the sunlight reflecting in a million little points off of what seems to be a fairly impressive pile of NOT candy like one might expect there to be on somebody's floor after a successful night of trick-or-treating, but... shiny... things?]
[Yes. Shiny things. All kinds. Eyeglasses, doorknobs, strings of still-lit decorative Halloween lights, a genuine police badge, a set of handcuffs, a roll of foil tinsel, some well-polished pots and pans, small hand-held mirrors, coins of all shapes and sizes, more than a few pieces of (gulp) expensive-looking jewelry, a weathervane, several articles of clothing studded with those fake rhinestones, bottles of glitter (as one may imagine, the glitter is now EVERYWHERE), flashlights of all shapes and sizes (all of them are still turned on), a large (and opened) tube of "Sparkle Fun" toothpaste, what appears to be a small army of glossy Mr. Mime-shaped garden gnomes...]
[And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Somebody was productive last night.]
[The unmistakeable sound of a panting dog suddenly invades the speakers and a giant orange blur passes in front of the screen briefly, accompanied by the click-click-click of blunt claws on hardwood.Then the sound of licking, followed by a hoarse groan.]
Nnngh....
[Around this point, the view begins to zoom out. .... Erratically and jerkily, like the most poorly-filmed dramatic zoom-out in history, because instead of using the zoom button, the camera-holder is literally scooting backwards across the floor on his butt, all the way to his sleeping bag. Only then is the whole scene revealed.]
[Sprawled across the sparkly spoils of their night on the town are two very, VERY tired teens, now only partially-dressed as the thieving monkey and corvid they started the night out as. Kaito Kuroba is face-down on top of a small, tangled pile of beaded strings (you know, the rainbow-colored kind that hippies hang on their doors), with his monkey-ear headband slid down over the back of his head. And part two of the dastardly duo is flat on her back, half of her poncho rumpled up around her neck and her mask is halfway off. As is expected of someone like Heather, she bears the telltale marks of having apparently gotten into a physical FIGHT with someone at some point during the night, and somewhat LESS expected of someone like Heather, she also has what appears to be an infant Tyrogue clinging to one of her legs.]
[It's like The Hangover, ADD Teenager Halloween Edition.]
[The screen stops jittering once the filmer is safely settled on his sleeping bag once more.]
[Cujo is busy rousing his trainer by licking what's visible of her face while she mumbles protests and sort of feebly slaps him with one hand, while Kaito is dragging his face up off of his uncomfortable-looking pillow and squinting blearily in the bright morning light. Biz the Aipom scampers onto the screen and hops up on his trainer's shoulder to proudly present him one of the many wallets stolen during the night. Nobody particularly notices.]
Wh... huh...?
Cujo, go 'way ... where... whuhappen...
[At last, the mystery filmer finally speaks up, in that mild, quiet tone some of the network may be familiar with as coming from the scruffy, twitchy photographer that follows Heather and her father around and occasionally talks about serial killer owls.]
Oh, you two are up.
Mr. Mason says you have to give all that stuff back today.
[The two teens stare at him blearily, and then down at their piles. ... And then at themselves. Kaito reaches up to run his fingers through his hair and produces a small shower of glitter. Heather lifts her leg in the air with a mildly horrified expression at the pink... thing on her leg. Then they look back at Henry.]
[The feed cuts.]
[BUT A FEW HOURS LATER, a much-more-cleaned-up Heather will be popping onto the feed again, hair still sticking in every direction (she'd had it gelled to look like a Murkrow's head feathers) and glitter still sparkling pretty much... everywhere. ... Including her teeth, when she grins sheepishly.]
Uh... hey, guys... so um... Kaito and I found a bunch of... stuff... that was apparently stolen... by kids in costumes. That totally weren't us.
... So if some weirdos grabbed something from you last night, it might... totally be here.
Yeah.
Uh.
... Happy Halloween.
[OOC: Action for Kaito and roomies, obviously! Otherwise, if your character was in Ecruteak, feel free to assume that the dastardly duo nicked something from them and will be sheepishly returning it at some point today.
Blue = Kaito, Orange = Heather, Brown = Henry.]
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[For once in his life, Kaito Kuroba has been rendered completely and 100% speechless as his gaze darts around the room, taking in all of the huuuuge piles of shiny stuff that he certainly doesn't remember stealing last night]
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My wallet please.
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[Unlike Kaito, she SORT OF remembers the stealing... but waking up to these piles is still... um... PRETTY CRAZY.]
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[Heather, meanwhile, grins sheepishly, face still partially obscured by the mask.]
Uh... aheh... h-hi, Dad...
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[8c Too much candy. Why. Why did stuff that tasted so awesome make him feel so horrible? HE WAS TIRED NOW. WHY COULDN'T HE STOP SHAKING sfsdglg.]
You guys are crazy. You know that? I saw the-- the whole thing.
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What... what did we do?
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The whole thing?
And you didn't try to stop us?
[... This either makes Henry the worst big brother ever, or the BEST. She'll decide later once she's gauged how embarrassed she is about having to return all this junk versus how hilarious the night was in hindsight.]
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You guys stole stuff for Halloween!?
...That's awesome why wasn't I told this is a Halloween tradition?!
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We found it. There's a difference.
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Nnnnnnnno, it's not.
And it's not awesome.
Stealing is bad.
Crime is bad.
Eat your vegetables.
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Found, not stole.
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[A little self-consciously, Heather smooths down her poncho before she replies. It's not like anything's SHOWING (she has one of her usual tank-tops on under there) but pretty much every time Vincent looks in somebody's direction it probably makes them feel exposed.]
I might act like one sometimes, but I'm not a thief.
[She gestures to the pile.]
These were just... here!
[She actually sortakinda remembers doing all the stealing and is even kind of amused at the whole thing, but something about Vincent just makes her want to disagree with everything he says.]
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[HEATHER]
[GIVE THOSE BACK THOSE ARE MY GLASSES]
[YOU DON'T EVEN NEED GLASSES]
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[WHERE ARE YOUR GLASSES?]
[YOU NEED YOUR GLASSES BRO. 8(]
Hal?
... Dude, where are your glasses?
[... THEY'RE NEXT TO YOU, HEATHER.]
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... yo.
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Busy night, huh?
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[GLITTER. GLITTER EVERYWHERE. Her hair will be sparkly for WEEKS.]
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Maybe. I don't remember it.
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Crow enters the room, a mug of coffee in his hand, although he seems to be in need of something much stronger -- in fact, he looks pretty miserable: he has shadows under his eyes and his expression is so lifeless it would leave any person dressed as a zombie on Halloween night ashamed. He moves past the huge PILE OF SHINIES without even a blink (when you've been pretending to be a cup of instant noodles the whole evening, there are hardly any things that could still surprise you) and only stops to wave at the two with his free hand, although without much enthusiasm.]
Yo.
[Looks like he's busy mourning his lost pride.]
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[She looks up when Crow comes in-- her mask is discarded but she's still in the poncho.]
Mornin'... did you have a crazy night, too?
[He sure LOOKS like he had a crazy night.]
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Gimme a... minute...
[There's a lot of clanks and chinks as Heather begins to laboriously rummage through the pile. Judging by the sheer amount of junk here? Probably. :I;;]
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[Needless to say, the Heather that answers the door is all kinds of disheveled, and only partially from their tussle the previous night. She does brighten up a little at the sight of him, although as soon as she remembers that... oops, he's a cop (although her impression of him is much better, he's never gonna be able to get away from that label with her entirely), her grin turns sheepish.]
Uh... hey.
Here to pick something up?
[... AS THOUGH THE FIGHT NEVER HAPPENED.]
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