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Heather Mason ([personal profile] 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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screamingintherain: (Me Murphy. You monster. Grr. Argh.)

[personal profile] screamingintherain 2012-12-04 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He spreads his hands.]

Look, it's been... it's been a day.

I wasn't even supposed to be there. The bus wrecked. I'd never even heard of Silent Hill until...

[Until he was running for his life from a glowing red thing in a hellish prison landscape and fighting monsters in the streets.]
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[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-12-04 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[... She promptly whips her head towards him.]

[... Oh.]

[... OH.]

[WELL then.]

[Pursing her lips, she regards him for a moment, before shrugging nonchalantly and putting one hand on her hip.]

Ohhhh, THAT old place.

Yeah, like, I was BORN there, so....

[She's feeling sassy today, apparently. GO ON, MURPHY. ASSUME YOU JUST INSULTED HER BIRTH TOWN AND OFFENDED HER.]
screamingintherain: (Was that a compliment or...?)

[personal profile] screamingintherain 2012-12-04 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Well. That's unexpected. He gapes at her for a second, looking her up and down -- mostly because she looks way too normal to be from a town that messed up.]

[If only he knew.]

Yeah. That old place. I... guess you haven't seen it lately.

[He looks vaguely apologetic.]

Have you? I mean... that's not normal. That's not right. None of it is.
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[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-12-06 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[GUUUUUUUUURL.]

[If Heather weren't ... well, ultimately sympathetic to anyone who'd been through the hell that was Silent Hill's other side, she could totally take this opportunity to be a major dick right now.]

[But even she's not that mean.]

Oh, don't worry, buddy. I've seen it.

[Seen what it... CAN be, anyway... she's pretty sure that on the surface, to most people... it's still a normal town with one hell of a spooky reputation. But he's not talking about that Silent Hill.]

[He's talking about the real one. The one underneath.]

What's your name?
screamingintherain: (Maybe I should put bactine on this)

[personal profile] screamingintherain 2012-12-06 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks up, sharply. And... looks at her. The only kids he'd seen were -- well. At this point, he's not even sure they were kids. Maybe they were all in his head.]

[Maybe it was all just in his head.]

[Except she's claiming otherwise.]

You... You've been there? How the... how the hell did you get out?

[She might as well have just said she's been to the moon.]

Murphy. Murphy Pendleton.
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[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-12-07 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, the kid right in front of him is as real as they come-- would Murphy's brain EVER think of an outfit that stylish? Come on now.]

Bloodily.

[It's not a very detailed answer, but it pretty much rings true. She holds out a hand. Her brain is already ticking away. Because she's found another one. Gotta tell dad and Henry, STAT.]

Heather Mason.
screamingintherain: (Two plus two is sandwich?)

[personal profile] screamingintherain 2012-12-09 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[... Murphy's brain isn't that creative. Even under the influence of Silent Hill.]

[He blinks, and, somewhat mechanically, sticks his own hand out in response. It's not a rough shake, and his skin is cool, a little damp. It's hard to keep it otherwise in a place like that.]

Heather.

[She gets a nod.]

So. Now what?
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[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-12-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Heather's handshake is firm-- almost a little TOO firm. She shakes like a teenage boy who's got a point to prove-- something Murphy is probably familiar with, although perhaps not from the receiving end.]

Now?

Well, I guess it'd be good to start with takin' you to my dad...

There's more of us.

... Survivors, I mean.
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