Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2014-06-08 03:36 pm
115. [Text/Action for Mahogany]
General announcement here
I don't really know what kinds of contacts Dad kept here but for anyone who knew him, Harry Mason is gone. His stuff was mostly left to me and one other person so I guess that's really all there is to say about it.
Later.
-Heather
[Heather's always mostly let her Pokemon run free-- or at least the more reliable ones-- when the gang is bunkered down at a hotel somewhere. After all, not everybody gets to come along when they're between cities, so time spent outside of the box by default takes place mostly within walking distance of a Pokemon Center.]
[Today there can be a small cluster of Pokemon seen by the entrance of the Mahogany Inn. A Manectric, unusually subdued for anyone who knows her, gently licking the head of a Pikachu. The electric mouse has a slightly crumpled sheet of paper in her paws, and behind her, a Noctowl shelters a small, rotund Hoothoot with one wing while peering over the Pikachu's shoulder.]
[While it's little more than coos and soft canine whuffles to most ears, any Pokemon or person with a sensitive ear can probably pick up the quiet muttering coming from the group.]
It's okay, Hazel. My trainer went away too but New Trainer always takes good care of me. She even shares her lunches.
I-I know...
Just think though, now we can play all the time. I know we're sad, but that will be fun, right?
Now is not the time to be talking about playing, Tricia. Have some tact.
Okay, okay...
W-... where is Mr. Trainer's daughter, a-anyway? She just left after seeing the letter...
Up on the roof. Sunny is with her, so she will be fine... Probably. Come, we should go collect the others. She... will come down when she's ready.

[Tricia the Manectric, Hazel the Pikachu, Claudy the Noctowl]

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It's difficult to move on from, but you have to. Even if it doesn't seem possible.
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i know
i heard that speech when he died from all the school counselors
i heard it when he left this place for the first time
and i heard it every time anyone else i ever cared about left here
i've been here for four years
i'm used to losing people
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Hopefully I haven't contributed much. Telling someone is always the easier part, after all. And it's never fair for the person left having to deal with their problems.
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yeah
it gets old
it gets old real fast
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You reach that point where you wonder if there's a point to it all. I've lost a lot of friends.
I know what it's like. I wish I didn't. It's not an easy thing to recover from. If you even completely succeed.
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yeah
the trouble with this place is there's no closure
they dont die they just vanish
maybe theyll be back or maybe they wont
you never know
so you don't recover
not really
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I'm not even that close to him, but he's the closest I've got to companionship.
I don't know what it's like to lose a parent. I can't remember if it's happened to me or not.
I haven't lost a friend here, either. But I've lost enough people in my life to know it isn't any different here.
I'm doing a lousy job at comforting. But I hope he comes back.
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its ok
but yeah me too
[Terse, but-- well, she started crying, and like hell is she going to mention that in the convo.]
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It's something to hold onto at the very least.
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i dont know
holding onto things only makes it harder to get over them sometimes
and he disappeared and came back once already
a third time is rare
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I guess so.
Take care of yourself, Heather. Alright?
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yeah alright
it's what i always do