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[foolishwren]

<sub>[So aside from a few fleeting times she's run into somebody in town or popped up on the 'Gear's network to sass someone, Heather's been a little scarce lately-- ever since the aftermath of her drinking escapades with a certain clone and dweebish scientist. Where's she been? Not far, just... not really around anybody. Why? Well, she sure hasn't been talking about it, whatever it is-- though it wouldn't be too hard to imagine that she'd want to keep her head down after likely incurring the wrath of owners of kicked-over trashcans and whoever'd had to deal with the mess made after Liquid took out a line of lawnchairs while trying to flip over them.]

[But today, instead of being off by herself in the woods or wherever it is she's been staying, she's sitting off out on the water, legs dangling off that long wooden boardwalk that lead to Sprout Tower. Boots and bag are discarded, sitting off to the side in a jumble. Her Pokemon aren't out-- apparently company is not on her chosen menu today.]

[She's not wearing her usual array of cheeky grins or pissed-off-teenager expressions today, either. In fact, her face is somber .... almost blank as she stares down at the water while pondweeds wrap around her ankles and the occasional curious Goldeen ventures up to investigate her toes.]

[Should anyone actually decide to approach the brooding blond kid (although she couldn't be called this much longer-- her black roots are starting to show through OH NOES), the reception they'll get... depends.]</sub>

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[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ Rise WAS about head over there with chipper greetings, but the look on Heather's face has her reconsidering that. Of course, it also has her concerned, so she's being uncharacteristically tentative and stepping towards her. ]

... Heather?

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[At the sound of her name, Heather's knee jerked and her foot splashed the water noisily, sending the curious fish Pokemon scattering. She looked over her shoulder tensely, expecting-- ... something that was not Rise.]

[Her expression brightened immediately-- but was that for real?]</sub>

Rise! Hey!

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[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ False cheer can't fool an idol-- they specialize in that. But Rise just smiles in response and plunks herself right down next to Heather, leaving enough enough not to crowd her personal space and to humor the sleepy Dratini wrapped around her shoulders. ]

Hey. You looked pretty lost in thought for a moment there.

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[foolishwren]

_{[Rise has Heather's number, then. The girl's a class-A faker but she's no professional.]}

Heh, yeah, I guess I was.

_{[She scooted her bag and boots aside to make a little more room.]}

Whatcha doin' way out here?

_{[That would be a better question to ask of YOU, Heather.]}

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[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ and here is a smile that is more or less a QUIT FOOLING WOMAN smile. ]

Asking my friend the very same thing. ♥

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

[Speaking of dweebish scientists hair dye, gray was starting to show in Otacon's dyed brown hair. Not that he realized it yet.]

Heather? [Back to wearing the white kimono and red hakama, Otacon walked over and sat down next to her.]

What's wrong? Did Liquid say something?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Oh boy. Here comes an Otacon. What does she say?]

[She looked up and offered a smile, not terribly surprised to see him, though she wouldn't have blamed him for keeping away for a bit on account of how she and Liquid had basically gotten him sucked into their drunken shenanigans.]</sub>

Wh-- hell, no. Liquid's his aggravating self but we're cool. Why?

_{[Why yes she is ignoring the fact that her brooding is kind of blatantly obvious to anyone who gets close enough to figure out she's not out here fishing or something.]}

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

You look kind of upset. What's on your mind?

[foolishwren]

_{[... Well. Heather's no stranger to pretending everything is okay and denying, denying, denying, but in truth, lying is tiresome. She'd rather save it for people she flat-out doesn't want around.]}

... Heh. Well, it's nothing I can't handle. _{[She drew one leg back up onto the dock and leaned her chin on her knee, smiling wanly.]} Some personal stuff just came up. Not gonna lie, I'm kinda messed-up right now, but it'll be okay.

I always get through it.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Of course you do. [Otacon gave her a sympathetic smile, adjusting his glasses.] But if someone as incredibly tough as you wanted to talk about what's bothering her, someone like me might just listen.

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[walking-the-cat.livejournal.com]

Hello Miss. Heather. How are you? [Oblivious to her solemn attitude.]

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[foolishwren]

_{[As the 'Gear's screen popped into life beside her, Heather looked over her shoulder, startled. Had it been filming? ... No. No, good. But she picked it up, looking down at the screen quizzically. Oh, it was that... um. Kid.]}

Uh, hey. Bridget, right? I'm good. You?

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[walking-the-cat.livejournal.com]

I'm well. I've been training on Route 31 a lot.

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[foolishwren]

That's cool. Must be pretty strong by now, huh?

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[walking-the-cat.livejournal.com]

I hope so! I challenged Mister Kamina to a battle.

[b3hind-infinity.livejournal.com]

[Sickly looking kid in Super Nerd!outfit approaching]

Hey.

[b3hind-infinity.livejournal.com]

[ooc: And that was action. Yes. >_> *fails*]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[ooc: XD Happens to the best of us!]

[At the sound of footsteps on the wooden boards, Heather looked up warily. Their source was unfamiliar-- a kid she hadn't talked with before that she could remember. She sits up straighter, eyes narrowing slightly as she returns the greeting, albeit a tad cautiously.]</sub>

Hey.

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[un-install-er.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Yeah. XD;; And have his commenting journal~ ♥]

[Jun thinks for a minute, then decides that it's a girl. Short hair and fairly flat chest, but still. Has to be a girl. He sits down next to her, adjusting his glasses]

You seem happy. Not. S'up?

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's a girl all right-- though he can't really be blamed for having a moment of uncertainty. Heather's pretty much as manly as they come, girl-wise.]

[She frowns slightly, taking Jun in with her eyes and making a few quick decisions before speaking.]</sub>

I don't need to be dancing and throwing flowers around to know I'm happy. Have I talked to you before?

_{[Sorry for the STRANGER DANGER mode, Jun. She's not much for opening up to people she doesn't know.]}

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

[Liquid's got a couple of bruises from where he took out those lawnchairs. With his face.]

[He sat down next to Heather, and, for once, was silent for a few moments. Though Liquid often appeared to be deficient in social skills, he'd had that blank look enough to know that it meant Problems.]

...your roots are showing.

[And that was probably the most brilliant conversation starter ever, right?]

[foolishwren]

_{[She didn't look up at first, though she nodded as Liquid sat down next to her. ... And his first words were a surprise.]}

... Really? _{[She reached up and gave her hair a tug.]} Guess I haven't looked at my reflection much lately.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

I can tell.

[He picked a lock of her hair and looked at it.]

You've damaged it pretty well from all the dyeing.

[foolishwren]

_[Wryly.] Thanks. _{[It was sort of the truth, though. She'd been bleaching her hair for years.]}

Being stuck in this place hasn't exactly helped. Split-end central.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

A vinegar rinse and a deep-conditioning mask should take care of it.

[Liquid's knowledge of hair care was only trumped by his knowledge of making things explode.]