foolishwren | 015, Action

_{[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.]}

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

_[/crickets.]

First is worst.

_{[She could play at that game.]}

[Booo!]

First is number one. You're number two.

You're not familiar with the age-old rhyme, I take it.

First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the hairy chest.

... And lookin' at you, I'm pretty sure you don't fit into the third category.

_{[Buuuuuuuuuurnn.]}

[ooooooooooooooouch!!!]

... It's an American rhyme, right? How should I know about it?

And how should I know about 'gay djinn's?

What is that, Chinese?

_{[Heather was clearly a wise and worldly individual.]}

Chinese?! Well, Nihao to you too.

Moron. It's Japanese.

[And Jun was clearly as tolerant as they came.]

Well, what'd you expect? No need to throw epithets around. The heck does it mean, anyway?

Foreigner.

_{[She raised a brow.]}

We're all foreigners here.

Unless you're native to this land of magical superpowered animals.

[Since she totally has a point, he's at a loss for words.]

...

You have a name? I'm Ushi--- Jun Ushiro.

... Heather.

Heather Mason.

Edited 2010-07-28 02:30 (UTC)

Heezuuha...?

[... He could be better at English.]

_{[Despite the reasonably bad first impression, one side of her mouth quirks up.]}

Close enough.

_{[She could deal with being called Hezza.]}

Hezza!

[Smile! He can be a sweet kid, if he wants.]

[Then, of course, to ruin the moment, he starts to cough, violently.]

_{[Heather's willing to look past bad first impressions. She even quirks another grin at the mispronunciation-- though it quickly turns to a weirded-out look at his coughing fit.]}

Uh-- dud-- ... Jun. You okay?

[Falling down on his fours, still coughing, blood splattering over his lips.]

_{[........................................]

[Heather, on the other hand, stood up. Eyes widening. Yeah. It was pretty safe to say that she was not prepared, physically OR mentally, to deal with someone coughing their bodily fluids out right in front of her. So far away from other people. She's not a doctor.]}

I...

[Cough, cough]

... Don't touch the blood. You'll get sick too.

_{[There's a nervous laugh in her voice.]}

Oh, believe me, I have no intention of touching the blood.

[He sits up, wiping his mouth]

Good. Wouldn't want you to contract it.

_{[She watches, brows furrowed deeply and expression unreadable. It's not every day a total stranger yarks up his guts right in front of you. ... Figuratively.]}

.... What is it?

[He wipes his mouth and sits back, sighing.]

HIV. This? It's mostly symptoms that I don't have my medicine here.

_{[That's a hell of a thing to admit to someone you'd just met, but he kind of had splattered blood all over the boardwalk so... yeeeah.]}

... I'm... sorry.

_{[What else was there to say to that?]}

[Yeah, not something he would have said unless his lungs had decided that hey, let's cause a scene and be awkward together~! :D]

Yeah, yeah. Have any water? Or something?