94. FOURTH WALL

[foolishwren]

<sub>[If anyone stops to check their 'Gear in the midst of all the chaos unfolding, they will find an extremely odd text message originating from the 'Gear of Heather Mason.]

[Or more accurately, it's the image attachment that's odd.]






[Apparently, some nurses have stolen Heather's PokeGear and are using it to take Myspace pictures.]

[Wellp.]</sub>




[ooc: Feel free to tag in with any scenario or character you want, it doesn't necessarily have to involve the text message, the nurses, or their godawful duckfaces! GO WILD, just let me know where you want the thread to take place!]

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[Even if there isn't, there might as well have been. It would've fit what went on in her HEAD.]

[Heather Mason has always been capable of masking a certain amount of emotion, but hiding shock and surprise isn't really her forte. The way her jaw slackens a little and eyes widen probably gives her away. That she does know who he is. That the name is somehow familiar.]

[Because it is.]

[She's been warned about it.]</sub>

[likediamond]

[Oh.

Well.

"What's in a name?" wrote the Bard. It seems this dear young lady has just come up with her own answer to that question.]

How quickly your feathers fail, little bird.

[His smile takes on a knife's edge.]

Fly, fly, over hill and over Dale.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's sort of funny, actually. The fact that he's comparing her to a bird.]

[Cooper had done the same thing himself, on a couple of different occasions.]

[But the irony is no doubt lost on Heather. To her credit, the fear doesn't stay for long. The nurses forgotten, reaches out and snatches up the first weaponlike thing to come to mind-- looks like a nail file or something. It's sharp and that's all that matters to her.]

[Her voice shakes.]</sub>

Get. Out.

_{[Over Dale. Oh, god. That's on purpose. That has to be on purpose. He can probably see THAT on her face, too.]}

Get out now.

[likediamond]

[He laughs.

If Cooper were here to see this, the exchange, the moment, he would know instantly that some horrific change had occurred in his former partner, that whatever has come over Windom Earle is more than just wrong; it's outright unnatural.

What a stupid little girl, played so easily like the notes of a fine fiddle. How utterly delightful to watch her come apart at the seams.

There's no reason to stay. His goal here was achieved long ago.]

Tell him I'm not concerned with pawns.

[As bidden, he goes to the door, seemingly indifferent to the fact that she's threatening him at all. But upon reaching it, he pauses for a final remark.]

But there's always the chance that a pawn might become a queen.

[And then he's gone.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[AND THEN THERE WAS ONE.]

[Heather just... STANDS there for a moment, trying to process what the hell just happened. The nurses obliviously fuss on in the background.]</sub>

I-- ... yeah you... you'd BETTER go!

Fuck you!

... And if I see you again, I'll kill you!

_{[BECAUSE YELLING AT NOTHING MAKES THINGS BETTER OKAY.]}