Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2012-02-25 03:48 am
foolishwren) wrote2012-02-25 03:48 am
Entry tags:
- *coraline: other father,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *homestuck: karkat vantas,
- *kingdom hearts: roxas,
- *kingdom hearts: vanitas,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *silent hill: douglas cartland,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *silent hill: henry townshend,
- *the dresden files: harry dresden,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- *yu-gi-oh!: bakura,
- *yu-gi-oh!: crow hogan,
- 525600 minutes,
- a letter to my future self,
- aaaaangst,
- accidental video,
- action,
- aftermath,
- all's well that ends well,
- brooding mcbroodypants,
- dead on my feet,
- family,
- greet the dawn,
- holding my heart out but clutching it to,
- ic,
- image attached,
- joltik,
- ohmagosh it's hatching,
- olivine city,
- shaking fists at the sky,
- shoulda coulda woulda,
- time to let go,
- tyrogue,
- val,
- video,
- who's that pokemon?!,
- why can't i hold all these feelings
90. [Video/Action for Olivine Inn] Dated to whenever Team Silent + Crow gets to Olivine.
[It's quiet.]
[In more ways than one.]
[Actually, 'quiet' is a pretty good word to describe everything over the past few days, from Heather's perspective.]
[She's been quiet. After making an angry spectacle of herself in front of everyone, she hadn't been in much of a talkative mood. The trip down Route 38 had been spent largely in solemn silence, even after Crow had joined them mid-journey-- something that practically didn't seem possible.]
[The network's been quiet. Relatively, anyway. So many previously-prolific voices had vanished. Those who were left had understandably been left to pick up the pieces of everything that had come undone and, well, it's hard to blame them for being quiet-- those ones who had lost people, anyway. God knows Heather couldn't muster the fire to keep getting angrier as word of new disappearances had continued to flow in. The moment when she had seriously considered destroying a harmless Pokemon egg and its contents had been the moment she'd burnt herself out.]
[And, perhaps the only one that's sort of comforting right now, the city is quiet. The hustle and bustle of summer is both long ago and far in the future and as such, Olivine City in February is a great deal calmer than it had been the last time Heather had been here. That's sort of good, really. They've all needed to do a lot of thinking lately.]
[It's morning-- hardly even dawn yet.]
[At first, the camera isn't even SHOWING Heather. More a very close view of the floor, and the railing at the top of the staircase leading up from the lobby of the Olivine Inn. The cameraman is probably a Pokemon, but who knows which one it is... Godzilla has long since retired from his 'Gear-stealing shenanigans and so has Butch, now that he can WOOOOOO and QUAAAAAAG at his beloved Flapper in person.]
[But whichever one it is, it carries the camera with an air of quiet determination, and once it situates itself within view of its trainer, who seems to be sitting silently by a window in the deserted lobby, it sits itself down with a rustle and zooms in.]
[Eyes shut, she almost looks asleep, except for the fact that she's absent-mindedly stroking something with one finger-- something bristly-looking and pale yellow that seems to be in the process of contentedly nuzzling its way under her chin. ... Something with four bright blue eyes not dissimilar to the odd markings on that little egg she had been threatening to crush last week.]
[The video doesn't last long. It lingers on Heather and the new Pokemon for fifteen or twenty seconds, and then shuts off. Whoever had been filming, it seemed, had no agenda outside of showing the network that, no, Heather had not gone through with her impulsive plan. Fortunately.]
[The whole time, Heather just carries on obliviously.]
[Remembering hurts... but there's nothing anybody can do to change that.]
[Half to herself and half to the creature, who doesn't seem to be aware of how close it had come to maybe NOT EVER GETTING TO HATCH, she mumbles after a few seconds.]
... Stage five. I think.
That's acceptance, right?
[In more ways than one.]
[Actually, 'quiet' is a pretty good word to describe everything over the past few days, from Heather's perspective.]
[She's been quiet. After making an angry spectacle of herself in front of everyone, she hadn't been in much of a talkative mood. The trip down Route 38 had been spent largely in solemn silence, even after Crow had joined them mid-journey-- something that practically didn't seem possible.]
[The network's been quiet. Relatively, anyway. So many previously-prolific voices had vanished. Those who were left had understandably been left to pick up the pieces of everything that had come undone and, well, it's hard to blame them for being quiet-- those ones who had lost people, anyway. God knows Heather couldn't muster the fire to keep getting angrier as word of new disappearances had continued to flow in. The moment when she had seriously considered destroying a harmless Pokemon egg and its contents had been the moment she'd burnt herself out.]
[And, perhaps the only one that's sort of comforting right now, the city is quiet. The hustle and bustle of summer is both long ago and far in the future and as such, Olivine City in February is a great deal calmer than it had been the last time Heather had been here. That's sort of good, really. They've all needed to do a lot of thinking lately.]
[It's morning-- hardly even dawn yet.]
[At first, the camera isn't even SHOWING Heather. More a very close view of the floor, and the railing at the top of the staircase leading up from the lobby of the Olivine Inn. The cameraman is probably a Pokemon, but who knows which one it is... Godzilla has long since retired from his 'Gear-stealing shenanigans and so has Butch, now that he can WOOOOOO and QUAAAAAAG at his beloved Flapper in person.]
[But whichever one it is, it carries the camera with an air of quiet determination, and once it situates itself within view of its trainer, who seems to be sitting silently by a window in the deserted lobby, it sits itself down with a rustle and zooms in.]
[Eyes shut, she almost looks asleep, except for the fact that she's absent-mindedly stroking something with one finger-- something bristly-looking and pale yellow that seems to be in the process of contentedly nuzzling its way under her chin. ... Something with four bright blue eyes not dissimilar to the odd markings on that little egg she had been threatening to crush last week.]
[The video doesn't last long. It lingers on Heather and the new Pokemon for fifteen or twenty seconds, and then shuts off. Whoever had been filming, it seemed, had no agenda outside of showing the network that, no, Heather had not gone through with her impulsive plan. Fortunately.]
[The whole time, Heather just carries on obliviously.]
[Remembering hurts... but there's nothing anybody can do to change that.]
[Half to herself and half to the creature, who doesn't seem to be aware of how close it had come to maybe NOT EVER GETTING TO HATCH, she mumbles after a few seconds.]
... Stage five. I think.
That's acceptance, right?
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THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT THESE GUYS COMING AND GOING.
I'M PRETTY SURE SOME OF THEM ARE BETTER OFF BEING SENT BACK.
BUT I GUESS IF YOU REALLY NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT, I CAN LISTEN.
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some are
some aren't.
[Rise and Kaito would be all right... all things considered, Heather kind of feels like she should be happy for them. They had lives.]
[But Claudia is dead.]
[Most of the people she knows from her own world are dead.]
anyway you can just speak for yourself when it comes to what's upsetting and what isn't. I've already talked about it more than I really wanted to.
thanks for the offer though, I guess.
[It's hard to classify her feelings on the matter as being those of one who's 'come to terms' with the disappearances-- she's fairly sure she'll NEVER completely come to terms with them. But, well, as she said... Stage 5 of Grief is Acceptance. Gotta get there sooner or later and she's more or less reached it. Tiredly.]
What's your name again?private
YEAH, I THINK I AM KIND OF QUALIFIED TO DEEM WHAT IS UPSETTING, OK.
I'M FULLY AWARE THAT SOME OF THE ASSHOLES THAT HAVE STUMBLED THEIR WAY INTO THIS SHITTY GAME ARE NOT ALIVE ANYMORE
CONSIDERING THAT ONE OF THEM IS SOMEONE I TRAVEL WITH ON A FREQUENT BASIS, I UNDERSTAND THAT IT CAN BE UPSETTING.
SO DON'T GO OFF AND WRITE ME OFF ABOUT STUFF I HAPPEN TO BE EXPERIENCED WITH, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
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that's all fine and good except for one little thing: you're not me
and I'm not you
that's why you can't speak for me and vice versa
[She's witnessed murders too-- even committed a couple in her time. It's hard to get more hellish than being personally involved in the cataclysm that resulted in Silent Hill's darker side festering into physical existence.]
[So she's not actually writing Karkat off. She has no idea what he's been through and for all she knows, it's just as bad and he's just got his own way of dealing with it that doesn't involve flipping the fuck out like she wound up doing.]
So I won't tell you what you deserve to be upset about and you won't tell ME what I deserve to. does that sound fair?private
YOU WERE THE ONE THAT SLAPPED MY HOVERING HAND OFFERING OF PEACE IN THE MOST MALICIOUS WAY POSSIBLE.
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if I didn't think it'd be really rich of me to tell you to stop being melodramatic, i would.
Did I ever get your name?
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gotcha.
Heather.
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yep, that's the one.private
NOW WHAT.
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you tell me
has your curiosity on the matter of my delicate emotional state been sated or should I make up some entertaining drama?
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well personally I think I've caused enough drama lately
any more and i might start to ruin my spotless reputation.
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I HONESTLY REALLY CAN'T TELL IF IT IS OR NOT.
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I guess tone doesn't carry too well in text
yes it was sarcasm
the last time I had a spotless reputation was
shit
a pretty long time ago
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AND I CAN KIND OF RELATE.
HAVING A SPOTLESS REPUTATION IS FOR WIGGLERS ANYWAY.
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yeah
figure everybody's done something or other that mars up their track record
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