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Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2013-11-25 05:07 pm
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111. Fourth Wall Post [VIDEO/ACTION FOR ANYWHERE]

[Static. Then, jumbled, chaotic video-- but through it all, there's the gruff, guttural voice of a Croconaw.]

T-turn on the camera!

Hurry!!





How do I get her to let go?!

[Karma.]

[It takes awhile... but it eventually comes back around.]



[ooc: Heather has become Memory of Alessa for the duration of Fourth Wall! Feel free to tag if you want your character to interact with spooky semi-feral zombie-Heather, no matter where they are!]
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[personal profile] smotherswithlove 2013-11-27 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Um.

[ James pulls the fish around to his front and clutches it against his chest, determined to swing the sad thing by its tail if Heather-but-not-quite-Heather decides it- she wants a literal piece of James. This defense, James decides, is the best defense because this squirmy fish probably hits harder than a wooden plank. ]

[ Then again, he doesn't really want to hit her at all, zombie or no zombie. So what's a James to do? He'll make friendly. That's what. ]


You've uh- got...something...

[ He motions to the corner of his mouth. You know what. Whatever. James fishes a pseudo-damp rag out of his inventory. Meanwhile the real fish meekly karps as it finds itself tucked, once again, under an arm. ]
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[personal profile] smotherswithlove 2013-11-27 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ James blinks in return at the relative display of sentience. This is already going much better than that time with the wiggly acid spitting abomination. He regards her with a mix of dull curiosity and a quiet lick of fear. She reminds him of Silent Hill. She reminds him of Mary while her sickness ate her up. He breathes deep, chasing the thought away and with a nonchalant shrug (more for himself than for her), James raises the cloth up and holds it out to her. A water droplet sliding down the back of his hand and disappearing down the length of his sleeve. ]

Here. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.
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[personal profile] smotherswithlove 2013-11-27 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ No. ]

[ No that's not right ]

[ Well it could be right, but it's not ]

[ at least he's pretty sure it's not right ]


Mmm. Let me.

[ James reaches out and readjusts the wet cloth, pulling it further down across her face. He gingerly pinches a corner of the rag and dabs it against an offending smear of...something. James doesn't really put much thought into what the dribble could be. That is very low on his list of things he wants to do right now. t h i n k i n g. ]

Edited 2013-11-27 04:15 (UTC)
smotherswithlove: (10)

[personal profile] smotherswithlove 2013-11-28 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ o h. ]

[ He lets go. The handkerchief drops on the tile with a wet splat. James stoops and picks the soggy thing up. He slaps it against the ground once to rid the shoddy thing of any stringy strands of...flesh. Eh. ]


[ Dully satisfied, James stands and pockets the dirty rag. He'll wash it later...if he remembers. He smears his hand his jeans. The wet imprint one more mark among the standing testaments to a week's worth of running around an abandoned town. He's pretty sure his pants could stand on their own if he shed them. ]

[ With a subdued smirk, James eyes the newly blotted spot on Heather's face. It's a gruesome sight, but...it could be worse. She could be spitting acid. Hell, she could be trying to eat him or whatever zombie things liked to do. James rubs his chin. ]


Well...thanks for not trying to eat me. It means a lot.
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[personal profile] smotherswithlove 2013-11-30 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ NOPE, NOT RUSTY AT ALL. He's done a decent job keeping himself tidy. Suuure his shirt's a little crumpled and suuuure he's got blood stains dotting his shirt and coat, but it's just a little blood. Nothing chunky. ]

[ James watches her poke and prod at the buckle. On looking down at his feet it occurs to him that he's probably tracked mud everywhere. Mud and muck and, okay fine, maybe some entrails sticking to the heels. He'll have to find a nice patch of wet grass later. ]

[ James shifts his weight. ]


So...what happened to you?
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[personal profile] smotherswithlove 2013-11-30 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods and holds a hand up.]

Alright, I won't bother you about it anymore.

[ That wont stop him from silently wondering how she'd ended up like this. He idles on a niggling thought that maybe she'd found her way back to Silent Hill; that something found her or...something. ]

[ he tenderly clasps her outstretched hand and eases it down. It's okay. I get it. ]


I guess first thing's first... do you remember me?