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89. [Video/Action for travel group]

_{[A short while after the singing wild Pokemon and egg presents had died down, a rather unfortunate discovery was made upon dialing a number she'd been meaning to dial ever since Claudia Wolf and Kaito Kuroba had disappeared from Johto.]

[Already on the road, the weather's mild enough (even with the wind picking up) that Heather decided that was pretty much a good time to pocket her Valentine's Day present and just head off for a walk. Because lord knows, she needs one.]

[It's not the first time Johto has given everyone the gift of a precious little egg, but it is the first time that Heather's found herself resenting it.]

[The video feed pops on, focused in on a tiny, pale yellow little egg hardly bigger than a chicken's, nestled in the palm of Heather's hand as dry grass goes past underfoot.]}

It would be so easy to just... crush it.

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_{[Her fingers tighten on the egg as if in preparation to throw, but she doesn't. Yet.]}

I don't care about going home.

I don't care about weapons or powers or any of that.

I'm just tired of it taking my family away.

I'm so fucking tired.

So take a nap.

Then get even. Shit happens. You feel like it's personal? Do something about it. Go to the root of the problem and deal with it. Throwing eggs isn't going to bring your family back, is it?

And letting people see how much this gets to you isn't going to make them go any easier on you in the future.

Edited (derp derp can't type for toffee today apparently) 2012-02-17 06:30 (UTC)

_{[Ooh yeah. That makes the ol' hackles go up.]

[Trish is unfamiliar, so Heather gathers she must have just gotten here. She stares into the camera with a rattle in her throat that could easily be a growl.]}

I've been here two years, bitch! I know how it fucking GOES!

And weathering it all stoically doesn't change a goddamn thing, so YOU go take a fucking nap!

[Heather's little outburst is viewed utterly passively; if anything Trish looks bored and takes a second to examine her nails.]

You got more to get off your chest? Don't hold back or anything, tell me how you really feel kid.

And do me a favour, try to be a little more original than plain old bitch. You can do better than that.

_{[Hey now, don't be down on 'bitch', Trish! It's served Heather well. :c C'mere little insult, the big mean lady didn't mean that...]}

Fine.

I've been here two years, bitch, and this place sure isn't Kansas so shut your fucking mouth before someone drops a house on your ass and grinds it to bloody little shavings while a bunch of midgets sing for five minutes about how much you suck!

_{[... Okay, that was less of an insult and more of a pointless spur-of-the-moment threat, but there you go.]}

Okay kid, stop and think for one second what you just said.

Look at me. Do I look like I'm green and in possession of a pair of glittery red pumps? Really? Not that I don't appreciate the concern for my welfare, I'll keep an eye out for those falling houses.

Points for effort. Now are you gonna throw that egg or is there another outburst coming my way?

Trish.

[His tone is just that shade of serious-but-not-angry that he uses rarely enough that it might still be effective.]

Step off.

...what did I do?

Nothing besides show off your charming personality.

_{[Well, she wasn't expecting Nero to leap in-- and she's not sure if she's happy that he's on her side (if a little surprised-- he knows this chick?) or angry that he interrupted the oncoming flow of profanity that she was about to unleash. She settles for just looking sort of murderous at the whole situation in general.]

[... And muttering.]}

Given the rest of your outfit, glittery red stripper-shoes wouldn't exactly be a surprise...

[And she's going to laugh.]

Oh I like her, she's got guts.

Don't worry sweetheart, someday you'll have something to put in a corset too.

[Oh for crying out--]

Just ignore her, Heather.

[He's not exactly attempting to sound reassuring--his temper's too short for that. The next part is aimed at Trish:]

Can you not?

Nero, I hate to tell you this, but you're not ever going to have what it takes to fill a corset. You're a boy.

_{[She bristles visibly at the corset comment-- normally that sort of thing doesn't bother her too much (outside of spurring her on to get even by being a gigantic brat, anyway), but today even innocuous comments are setting her off.]

[And she's opening her mouth to retort (despite Nero's suggestion), but then-- ... did she really just say that?]

[... Something in the back of Heather's head notes that if she weren't currently in the third (or was it second?) stage of grief, she'd find that hilarious. Future reference.]

[But just for right this second...]}

Good. I don't WANNA see him in a corset. I'd never sleep again.

And I'm already in danger of that after seeing YOU, so.

_{[... That's pretty weak, Heather. Grief doesn't do your biting wit very well, does it.]}

[Trish bobs a mock curtsey while spreading her hands in a gesture that could read 'what can I say?']

Then you wouldn't be the first person who's been kept up all night thinking about me.

[...thank you, Heather. But ugh, he is definitely regretting jumping in, now.]

Pretty sure Heather doesn't swing that way. Now which part of 'back the fuck off' did you not get?

_{[You're welcome, Nero <3]

[But needless to say, his valiant attempt at defending her heterosexuality pretty much goes completely unnoticed because-- what. What. Heather's face goes BLANK for a moment while her brain catches up with the rest of her, and when it does, her face goes an embarrassingly bright shade of red as the implication sinks in.]

[... She absolutely walked right into that one with her not-so-great comeback, didn't she.]}

_{[.... no no no NO NO NO GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ARARUARGGH THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT]}

F-FUCK you, you freaking-- that's not what I MEANT! I--you-- why don't you just go fuck off, then come back, and fuck off again! _{[ARRARHARTGB AHARKLHST RAWRL PROFANITY!]

[... but y'know, if nothing else, this entire conversation is a pretty successful distraction from what she was angry about to begin with.]}

Edited 2012-02-18 13:50 (UTC)

You know, when you use a word over and over like that it has a tendency to lose its effect.

But fine, I know where I'm not wanted. Hope the egg smashing works for you, being jaded and nihilistic just doesn't suit someone your age, it just gives you wrinkles. Failing that, go with cheesecake. Strawberry cheesecake. It helps.

_{[Normally Heather is a little more creative with her cursing (and in fact in the middle of all the stream-of-consciousness swearing going on, some of it probably shows), but given the state of things.. creativity ain't her strong point at the moment.]

[So instead she just sort of flushes furiously and glares.]}

If you were here in PERSON, I'd smash the egg on your stupid HEAD!

_{[Nero aren't you glad you stepped in on this conversation.]}

--And another thing! I'll say 'fuck' as many times as I fucking want!

... You fucking-- ...fucker!

_{[heather honey just no. There is a reason the phrase 'Methinks the lady doth protest too much' exists.]}

[Sigh...first and last time he plays mediator. Fuck this.]

Heather, quit while you're ahead. [If 'ahead' is indeed how one would call this...] You'd avoid bullshit like her--[meaning Trish, sorry Trish]--if you kept this stuff private.

[Just sayin'.]

_{[Probably not AHEAD so much as face-down in the dirt after being tripped.]

[But she huffs, looking to Nero. Still flushed and looking furious.]}

You know that chick?

_{[Ignoring the whole thing about making that private... in hindsight, yeah. She should've. But...]}

Friend of an acquaintance, you could say; long damn story. I'll save it for later.

[For when she's not down in the dumps.]

And yeah, as far as I can tell? She's always like that.

_{[Yeah... sometime when she'd be able to appreciate it.]}

... If I wasn't-- busy right now, I'd...!

_{[There's the telltale sound of knuckles cracking. ... At the very least, she seems to have forgotten about smashing the egg.]}

[Smirk.]

Hey now, don't start the party without me. Think you could show her what-for all on your lonesome?

[Translation: you're pretty runty, Mason.]

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