Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2012-01-21 07:34 pm
foolishwren) wrote2012-01-21 07:34 pm
Entry tags:
- *ace attorney: miles edgeworth,
- *axis powers hetalia: america,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *persona 3: ken amada,
- *silent hill: father vincent,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *transformers (movie): ironhide,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- *yu-gi-oh!: crow hogan,
- aaaaangst,
- absol,
- action,
- aftermath,
- aipom,
- alessa,
- anger management issues,
- biz,
- brooding mcbroodypants,
- ecruteak city,
- errybody was kung fu fightin,
- flapper,
- heather is a masochist,
- her anger is how she says "i love you",
- private message,
- quagsire,
- shaking fists at the sky,
- shoulda coulda woulda,
- so ronery,
- text,
- unecessary levels of anger,
- who's that pokemon?!,
- wooper
87. [Text/Action for Ecruteak in the evening]
[The following is sent out network-wide.]
[Text]
[Note left on the bedside table in hotel room, for Harry Mason and Henry Townshend]
Gotta take care of something
Won't be at work.
See you guys later in time for dinner probably
-Heather
[ACTION]
[There's a little rec center towards the south end of Ecruteak City. Given that the town's full of old people, it doesn't see a whole lot of activity.]
[But today, someone passing by might notice a small group of Pokemon hanging out JUST inside the door-- normally Pokemon waiting for their trainer would be playing or gamboling outside in the snow, but they look unusually subdued. Butch the Quagsire and Alessa the Absol, probably recognizable to anyone who's spent a significant amount of time around Heather, are sitting in the chairs by the entrance, although they're accompanied by two new faces...]
[A babbling Wooper is cuddled up to Butch's side, and a small, purple ball of fur is nestled deep into the Absol's bristly mane, not moving aside from the occasional little shiver or reflexive squirm as Alessa lifts her head to give it a gentle nudge every so often.]
[They're Heather's Pokemon, all right-- plus two of Kaito Kuroba's, Flapper the Wooper and Biz the Aipom, and they're clearly hunkered down morosely in the front lobby of the rec center, probably waiting for Heather.]
[But... where WAS Heather?]
[Smiling.]
[At the end of the letter, he'd told her to keep smiling.]
[Well, she couldn't do that. Maybe later. Maybe in a few hours, or tomorrow. But not today. Sorry, buddy...]
[If anyone actually went into the recreation center's lobby to see why the hell Heather's Pokemon were just sitting there, waiting around, they would likely hear it-- the repeated thwak THWAK THUD of someone viciously venting their spleen on a punching bag.]
[Which is exactly what she was doing, and HAD been doing for the past god knows how many hours. She hadn't even looked outside since she'd gotten there in the morning-- for all she knew it was past dark. She didn't know and she didn't really care, either-- which actually surprised her. She'd left that note for her father and Henry specifically with the intention of guilting herself into returning when she'd told them, because hey. They'd worry.]
[That wasn't good, she knew. Getting so sucked into hitting something that she didn't even care about getting 'home' on time. That sure was a throwback to the old high school years, wasn't it.]
[But hey... she wasn't punching a wall or a tree this time.]
[That was an improvement, right...?]
[OOC: PokeGear responses will be replied to around 10:00 at night, when Heather returns home from beating the shit out of gym equipment. 8I]
[Text]
gonna be gone today
won't be back till late
if it's important leave a message and I'll get it later[Note left on the bedside table in hotel room, for Harry Mason and Henry Townshend]
Gotta take care of something
Won't be at work.
See you guys later in time for dinner probably
-Heather
[ACTION]
[There's a little rec center towards the south end of Ecruteak City. Given that the town's full of old people, it doesn't see a whole lot of activity.]
[But today, someone passing by might notice a small group of Pokemon hanging out JUST inside the door-- normally Pokemon waiting for their trainer would be playing or gamboling outside in the snow, but they look unusually subdued. Butch the Quagsire and Alessa the Absol, probably recognizable to anyone who's spent a significant amount of time around Heather, are sitting in the chairs by the entrance, although they're accompanied by two new faces...]
[A babbling Wooper is cuddled up to Butch's side, and a small, purple ball of fur is nestled deep into the Absol's bristly mane, not moving aside from the occasional little shiver or reflexive squirm as Alessa lifts her head to give it a gentle nudge every so often.]
[They're Heather's Pokemon, all right-- plus two of Kaito Kuroba's, Flapper the Wooper and Biz the Aipom, and they're clearly hunkered down morosely in the front lobby of the rec center, probably waiting for Heather.]
[But... where WAS Heather?]
[Smiling.]
[At the end of the letter, he'd told her to keep smiling.]
[Well, she couldn't do that. Maybe later. Maybe in a few hours, or tomorrow. But not today. Sorry, buddy...]
[If anyone actually went into the recreation center's lobby to see why the hell Heather's Pokemon were just sitting there, waiting around, they would likely hear it-- the repeated thwak THWAK THUD of someone viciously venting their spleen on a punching bag.]
[Which is exactly what she was doing, and HAD been doing for the past god knows how many hours. She hadn't even looked outside since she'd gotten there in the morning-- for all she knew it was past dark. She didn't know and she didn't really care, either-- which actually surprised her. She'd left that note for her father and Henry specifically with the intention of guilting herself into returning when she'd told them, because hey. They'd worry.]
[That wasn't good, she knew. Getting so sucked into hitting something that she didn't even care about getting 'home' on time. That sure was a throwback to the old high school years, wasn't it.]
[But hey... she wasn't punching a wall or a tree this time.]
[That was an improvement, right...?]
[OOC: PokeGear responses will be replied to around 10:00 at night, when Heather returns home from beating the shit out of gym equipment. 8I]
[Action]
Yeah, sure.
We both know you're perfectly happy to just lie there and let everybody else do the work for you.
[Alessa, meanwhile, is just sort of standing there and looking completely unsure what the hell happened to this conversation. She can tell her trainer's not HAPPY, but she IS joking around, so.... da fuq.]
[Action]
And what's so wrong with that? I point them in the right direction, don't I?
[He does. Sometime's it's their possible death, but hey, it was the only way she was going to get that seal.
Valtiel's shaking his head at Alessa, unsure of what's going on himself. Cleo's too busy grooming herself now.]
[Action]
[Because C'MON, Vincent. A swamp monster? REALLY? She still totally doesn't buy that you didn't know about it (even though you probably didn't).]
[At last, Alessa just sits down at Heather's feet, stumped. Because while there's certainly not much friendliness, Heather is at least more relaxed than she usually is during conversations with this particular man.]
[Action]
I wasn't to know.
[He's sticking by that.]
[Valtiel's still standing up. He will always be alert and ready if needed. Cleo on the other hand, gave up really caring before they got here.]
[Action]
[Water under the bridge. ... Okay, no, not really, but...]
[She holds out a hand abruptly, expression turning a little more serious.]
It's a deal, then. If she shows up, we'll take her out together.
Shake on it?
[Action]
A deal.
[They'll take down Dahlia for all that she's done.]
[Action]
[A deal.]