foolishwren: Me, a fucking fool: Figures. (tarot reader: I keep getting 'The Fool')
Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2016-01-31 03:17 pm

126. [Video, action for anywhere in Goldenrod] (backdated to January 29th)

[She'd been lucky enough to be spared the effects of the past three weeks. BUT SHE'S NOT SO LUCKY THIS TIME.]

[The video opens on her already walking hurriedly down a surburban Goldenrod street towards the downtown area. IF SHE JUST KEEPS MOVING, MAYBE SHE WON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ANYBODY ELSE TODAY.]

[But just in case, she's hoping she can stave off karma catching up with her by making a quick confession to the network.]


HEY.

So anyone who was here like a year ago and wondered about the weird black eye I had that one time?

I lied.

I didn't get it in a fight with a dude 'the size of Kentucky' like I claimed.

Actually, I just walked into a glass door because I was thinking about how much I wanted a Pumpka-spice latte from Sawsbucks and I was too embarrassed to tell anybody.

[The camera then turns abruptly to the sky.]

THERE! You happy, weird Pokemon gods? I said something embarrassing! Now leave me alone!

[The video ends.]

[Spoiler alert: she is not going to be left alone.]




[ooc: For action threads, feel free to tag in with your character ANYWHERE AROUND THE CITY.]
rocketralph: (same old same old)

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[personal profile] rocketralph 2016-02-14 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ralph's big brick-shaped brows furrow as he soaks all that in. She is totally committed to this. He feels one of those awful truths bubbling up from deep in his chest.]

I wish I believed that. I wanna believe that.

[He rakes his fingers through his hair and stares at the sidewalk.]

I wanna be-- more.

[He suddenly slides off the bench and stands, taking on a very hunted expression.]

Listen, Birdo, I gotta-- I gotta go. Somewhere.
rocketralph: (yeesh)

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[personal profile] rocketralph 2016-02-21 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well. Thanks. For that. 'N I mean it.

[The wrecker gives her a troubled look before a half salute half wave. He then turns and lumbers off with a hand to his head. Oof, yeap, that's a migraine commin' on alright.]