foolishwren | 84. FOURTH WALL video/action/whatever. GO NUTS. Backdated a little to the morning.

_{[Another day, another long shift at work. Heather doesn't really mind, though. It's one hell of a difference between the hectic stress of the job in the department store that she had last year. What a difference having SANE bosses can make, even if the job is more boring.]

[As the morning sun creeps higher behind the snowclouds and lights up the powder drifting down from the sky, Heather is seated at one of the stools behind the counter in the diner where she now works, and is making herself incredibly useful by balancing all the salt-shakers she can find on top of one another.]

[And then putting all those little sealed packets of sliced cheese she can find on top of THOSE.]

[It's a quiet morning, okay? Leave her alone!]

[Needless to say, one of the owners of the diner-- an old married couple-- spots his newest employee working on the Leaning Tower of Cheesa and just sort of shakes his head, sighing. Kids these days.]}

Miss Mason, as much as I hate to stifle the budding artist in you, the soda machines need cleaning.

_{[Heather heaves an enormously-dramatic mock sigh as she gets up.]}

Ugh, finnneeee. You're just jealous of my deeply creative spirit.

You got me. I'm turning green. Dish-soap should be in the back.

_{[Having chill bosses is AWESOME. Heather had decided she liked having bosses she could banter with almost as soon as she got the job. She sticks her tongue out at him as she passes, on her way to the back door. And then she has an idea!]

[Pulling out her 'Gear, she hits the network button.]}

HEY GUYS. Who wants to watch me CLEAN SHIT?

_{[Because clearly if she had to do boring things, it would improve everybody else's lives to watch her do them.]

[But behind her, the boss clears his throat meaningfully, and Heather rolls her eyes.]}

Oh, that's just Danny!

_{[OOC: COME AT ME BROS. Feel free to assume that Heather is elsewhere if you don't feel like dealing with Danny-- 4th Wall is like CRACK: THE EVENT, so I'm happy to stick her wherever.]}

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_{[She lifts her hand, squinting against the light. But any relief at the fact that it's not blinding anymore is pretty much stripped away at the sight of the wild-haired man across the room.]

[His appearance is alarming all on its own ... but even worse, the sight makes everything come flooding back.]

[Oh god.... oh god... the man in the laundry room.]

[She had forgotten... she had forgotten all about it. Like it had been wiped clean out of her head.]

[But now she remembers.]

[And even worse, she remembers something else... something too vague to put into focus. Sort of like Alessa's memories, before they'd been unsuppressed... but even vaguer. But somehow, there's that horrible, electric, paralyzing feeling that she's seen this man before.]

[Before the laundry room.]

[Somewhere.]

[She takes a step back, owl-eyed, but thrusts the knife out in front of her challengingly-- violently.]}

Stay BACK!

_{[He just grins even wider - and he does remain in his spot ... but only for a moment.]

[After that he slowly walks forward. Slowly and unrelentingly. There is a bit of distance between them and she could very well make a break for the door, but that doesn't stop him from being just that: slow.]

[Slow is just that much worse, isn't it?]

[It had certainly worked on Maddy Ferguson.]

[He's

coming

for

you.]}

_{[Oh jesus christ...]

[Heather is suddenly very glad that she didn't stay inside the little shut-in area behind the counter. Before, it had felt a little like a safehouse-- some kind of stronghold.]

[But now, it would have felt like a cage. A dead end.]

[As he begins to walk towards her, every muscle in her tightens like a coiled spring. FIGHT OR FLIGHT is taking over and she's DEFINITELY very much into the FLIGHT option right now. This isn't like the monsters she's fought. He looks human-- even if she feels very strongly that he is MORE of a monster than the ones she killed back in Silent Hill-- and that FACE...]

[Gritting her teeth, she lets out a harsh snarl of her own and darts a hand out to FLING one of the nearby chairs in his direction before BOLTING for the door.]}

_{[Oh, a chair. That's cute.]

[Needless to say, he doesn't care at all about that chair, and the fact that she's bolting doesn't bother him much either. She can run all she wants. He's not going to go out of his way to catch her.]

[In fact, once she reaches the door, the lights will go back to normal. The harsh spotlight on her fades away, the warm light inside the diner takes over, and that sound, annoying despite how low it is, disappears.]

[He's not there anymore.]

[He was never serious in his pursuit. He scared her BAD, and that pleases him enough.]

[There's something for her to find when she comes to look though, near where he stood. Smears of ... something ... on the floor that spell out FIRE WALK WITH ME.]

[It's messy. And it will also fade away in front of her eyes.]

[The owl calls one last time, there's an impossibly loud flap of wings, and it's gone with the wind.]}

_{[hey for a diner there's surprisingly few sharp objects around to throw okay. jeez bob cut her some slack here]

[But in any case, she's out the door and into the cold-- and it's a good half-hour or so before she returns. Not that she went far... her stuff was all still inside, and she wasn't about to go all the way back to the hotel through the snow in short sleeves and a skirt...]

[So she pretty much tromped around fretfully outside for thirty minutes, watching the completely empty and warmly-lit space inside the window, before finally slipping back in, walking as though expecting she'd need to bolt at any moment.]

[But of course all she can find are the words... which melt away right as she looks at them. But not fast enough for her to not read them. Fire walk with me...]

[... She recognizes that.]

[And she knows where she heard it, too.]

[Oh, man...]}

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