Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2010-07-27 04:38 pm
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Entry tags:
- *bokurano: jun ushiro,
- *guilty gear: bridget,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *metal gear solid: liquid snake,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- aaaaangst,
- action,
- brooding mcbroodypants,
- i am disappoint,
- ic,
- is daddy still a good man?,
- sprout tower,
- unexplained anxiety,
- violet city,
- violet city outskirts
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.]
[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.]
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[And that probably wasn't Heather's best, either, so she and Liquid were matched there. But she couldn't resist a grin at his brush claim-- it was probably obvious what her expression was even with her head ducked.]
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[If there was anyone who knew about the kinds of family problems that she was having, Liquid... wasn't it. But he liked Heather, and if she had a problem, he would help with it if he could. Even if the only kind of help he was qualified to give was punching things until they stopped being problems.]
[And she got a flick to the ear for that grin.]
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[She wasn't sure he'd understand-- or that he'd even take it well, because-- well jeez if anyone was a poster child for Daddy Issues (tm), it was Liquid. And she didn't want to alienate one of the few people here she'd grown fond enough of to call a friend (even if he was batshit).]
It's just... personal. Family stuff.
[The flick made her duck her head but it didn't make the grin go away.]
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[One of the things about Liquid was that he wouldn't push family issues. His weren't exactly good for subject matter either
Daddy didn't love him, so he understood, at least, not wanting to air out that dirty laundry.][He finished up with the bleach.] Wipe that smile off of your face.
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Can't, it just looks that way permanently.
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Maybe a little bit fondlyit's totally your imagination] Tch, prat.no subject
[She didn't lean over to check her reflection in the water as some girls might-- though she did kind of angle her head around as though checking how it FELT.]
Thanks for helpin' out.
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[Liquid took off his boots and sat down beside her, letting his feet hang in the water.]
It's nothing.
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Still. I appreciate it.
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Anytime.