Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2012-11-25 12:09 pm
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98. [Action for Saffron City, backdated to Friday]

[It's funny, because these sorts of weekends have come to be ones that Heather dreads, clear memories or no. She doesn't remember much of them when they roll around, but she remembers enough, and usually what she remembers is bad.]
[So yeah, she's sort of been walking on eggshells, waiting for this to happen.]
[BUT... between all the craziness going down throughout November... bundling over to Kanto with the rest of her family to cheer Crow on during the Tournament, spending Thanksgiving in the packed-to-bursting household of a grumpy FBI agent and the enormously large family unit he seems to have somehow gathered (despite... being himself) ...]
[It drives weird dreamy weekends filled with amnesia and horror and the Koolaid Man bursting through the wall out of the mind, a little!]
[.... Which is why, yeah, uh, she's out taking Cooj for a nighttime walk on Friday night, and doesn't quite notice anything's up yet.]
[Or the pink bunny following her around.]
[OOC: Tags may be horrendously slow due to NaNo, but I had to hiatus-break at least a LITTLE for 4th Wall! Robbie the Rabbit will be lingering in the background of any given thread, but feel free to throw anything at Heather and not bother with the spooky pink bunny chillin over there.]
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[But in the meantime, the strange pink rabbit stops moving when they do. And stands there.]
[After awhile, it turns its head to look.]
[STRAIGHT.]
[AT.]
[COOPER.]
[It lifts one dirty plush hand and gives a little wave.]
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[He's not immediately spooked but there's something undeniably unnerving about the way the rabbit stares at him, and the whole waving is like a Kid Story Gone Wrong.]
[But Coop's nothing if not strangely in tune with all the weird shit in his life, even at a young age, and so after a moment of hesitation he lifts his hand in a not-quite-wave, but still clearly a response to this ... greeting.]
[Then he looks over, momentarily, at the girl and the dog. This thing, was it following them?]
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[Fortunately, after his half-heartedly returned greeting, Robbie does not seem to be interested in further communication. He simply reverts to staring, the permanent cartoony smile on his face unchanging.]
[Meanwhile, the girl and her dog remain oblivious-- in fact, the girl is impatiently giving the pole a bit of a kick, as though that will make the light change faster.]
[... But then, once it does, and they start to cross the street... Robbie begins to move once again.]
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[He doesn't even pause to weigh his options when the rabbit starts following the pair. He just simply walks past the thing (with some distance between him and it) and half-runs once past it, those last few steps to get to the girl and the dog.]
[A striped dog. But that's among the least odd things right now, really.]
Hey- miss?
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[Fortunately, it's not a very quick mover, seeming to stay a measured distance from its target, and Cooper passes by easily.]
[Heather, for her part, looks over her shoulder with a raised brow. ... That quickly becomes an expression of blank surprise.]
... Coop?
[YOU LOOK DIFFERENT WHAT IS DIFFERENT.]
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Do I know you?
[Sorry?]
[There were a few others, so far, but for some reason he can't remember it very clearly, the people who'd recognised him much like she had. Nothing is quite clear, actually. It's both frustrating and confusing.]
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[Because HEY, as shaky as things are right now? She's pretty sure he wouldn't PRETEND NOT TO KNOW HER.]
[And plus, he looks...]
--Oh.
Uh-- ... I guess not.
[LOOK. AT. HIM.]
[LOOK.]
... You okay?
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But you apparently know me.
[So. You know. That's interesting.]
[And at the question, he just kind of looks at Heather again for a second before he turns to point out the walking rabbit (unless it had somehow disappeared, who even knows), answering as he does.]
I was going to ask you that.
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Don't worry about it.
[Not that that'll STOP him, but...]
[In any case, she then turns her attention to what he's pointing out, and the somewhat casual surprise on her face promptly turns to a very recognizable 8I WELL SHIT.]
... Oh.
Uh...
Fuck.
[Eloquence.]
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What is it?
[It's quite obvious they don't really have to run, but what that question really means is "is it dangerous"?]
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It's...
[Possibly NOT dangerous-- after all, no Robbie had ever harmed her. But then again... no Robbie had ever exhibited signs of LIFE, either. And this one is pretty clearly alive. Like, definitely. It just waved at her.]
... not good news.
How fast can you run?
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Fast enough. I thought it was after you.
[Which he points out pretty sensibly, but without malice. It's more akin to the near-innocent curiosity she probably already knows from him. Just a bit more flippant.]
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It IS, but you're kinda, y'know.
Standing near me.
If you wanna, you know, GO, I'm pretty sure you'll be fine.
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I don't know where I am, when I am, or how to get back to where I'm supposed to be. If you were me, would you really walk away from someone who knew your name?
[Yeah, not ... going to happen.]
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... Actually, you know what, I TOTALLY would.
[She'd done EXACTLY THAT with a certain middle-aged detective a few years back. ... Not that that'd turned out too well. ... And she HAD known where, when, and what she was doing.]
But go ahead and stick with me, if you want. I can try and explain things later.
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[Just a touch dry, but he'd really appreciate to know what's going on, so sticking by her seems to be the best idea. The fact that he feels more creeped out than threatened by the rabbit following her also helps.]
So why is it dangerous? The rabbit.
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It's dangerous because where it's from is dangerous.
[And that's as good an answer as she can give, because she's never actually met a LIVING Robbie. Maybe it intends to catch her and wrestle her into its costume with it so that she can become ONE WITH LAKESIDE PARK, or maybe it would just pull out a cone of stale, dirty cotton candy and hand it to her and then be on its way. She has NO IDEA.]