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foolishwren) wrote2010-09-17 02:31 am
foolishwren) wrote2010-09-17 02:31 am
Entry tags:
- *ace attorney: phoenix wright,
- *artemis fowl: artemis fowl,
- *brave story: wataru,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *eyeshield 21: hiruma yoichi,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- *silent hill: james sunderland,
- @james,
- all phobias: engage,
- are you afraid of the dark?,
- arty,
- bad memories,
- calm before the storm,
- camping at night,
- daddy issues,
- furret,
- i've got a bad feeling about this,
- ic,
- nightmares,
- officially freaked-out now,
- scary stories to tell in the dark,
- silent hill survivors club,
- unexplained anxiety,
- video,
- violet city outskirts
027. Video
[ooc: Forward-dated to the wee hours of the morning, around 3:00 or 4:00.]
[So she'd been having some problems with fire lately, and it had been rattling her nerves. That was normal, right? This was normal.]
[When the camera turned on, there was the usual firelight that indicated that Heather was, once again, sleeping out in some sheltered area of the woods on account of A) Being totally broke, and B) having a increasingly-strained relationship with those Center nurses. But this time, the fire's a fair distance away, leaving most of Heather's features in shadow.]
[Normally she was okay with fire in most situations. She could light matches without freaking out, and while campfires weren't exactly her favorite thing in the world, they were kind of necessary for, y'know, camping, and they didn't make her want to run screaming for the hills or anything. But tonight... tonight, for some reason, that fire sent vicious little shivers down her spine and she'd realized that she did not want to sit near it.]
[Even through the shadows, the glaze of sweat on her skin was visible, as was the fact that she was unusually pale. In her lap is Arty, who seems to be a little confused at being used as a squeeze-toy, but is holding abnormally still for once, whiskers twitching and black eyes glistening in the fire's light. She can tell there's something wrong.]
H-hey, um...
... That was a pretty crazy storm earlier, huh?
I can't be the only one still awake.
.... James? Uh-- ... man, what am I saying, you're probably not even awake. [Forced, awwwwkward laugh. Of course he wouldn't be awake, and anyway, he was going back to get his wife, he didn't have to hear about her fucked-up dreams. In fact, why would she even want to tell him? They were just dreams! So what if they were about...]
.....
[Nightmares like that had to be normal after everything she'd been doing, right...?]
.... SOME weather we've been having lately, huh, guys?
[So she'd been having some problems with fire lately, and it had been rattling her nerves. That was normal, right? This was normal.]
[When the camera turned on, there was the usual firelight that indicated that Heather was, once again, sleeping out in some sheltered area of the woods on account of A) Being totally broke, and B) having a increasingly-strained relationship with those Center nurses. But this time, the fire's a fair distance away, leaving most of Heather's features in shadow.]
[Normally she was okay with fire in most situations. She could light matches without freaking out, and while campfires weren't exactly her favorite thing in the world, they were kind of necessary for, y'know, camping, and they didn't make her want to run screaming for the hills or anything. But tonight... tonight, for some reason, that fire sent vicious little shivers down her spine and she'd realized that she did not want to sit near it.]
[Even through the shadows, the glaze of sweat on her skin was visible, as was the fact that she was unusually pale. In her lap is Arty, who seems to be a little confused at being used as a squeeze-toy, but is holding abnormally still for once, whiskers twitching and black eyes glistening in the fire's light. She can tell there's something wrong.]
H-hey, um...
... That was a pretty crazy storm earlier, huh?
I can't be the only one still awake.
.... James? Uh-- ... man, what am I saying, you're probably not even awake. [Forced, awwwwkward laugh. Of course he wouldn't be awake, and anyway, he was going back to get his wife, he didn't have to hear about her fucked-up dreams. In fact, why would she even want to tell him? They were just dreams! So what if they were about...]
.....
[Nightmares like that had to be normal after everything she'd been doing, right...?]
.... SOME weather we've been having lately, huh, guys?
[Video]
... Were you guys divorced or something?
[That was the explanation that leaped to mind more readily than what ACTUALLY happened... Mary had mentioned to Heather that she'd been in the hospital, but it didn't occur to her that those things might be related.]
[Video]
Oh no, we were never divorced. Just she got really ill three years ago...
[And with that he stopped, his expression looked almost pained, but he did his best to curve it, so it wouldn't be too suspicious. He really didn't want to go into any further detail than that.]
[Video]
... She DID say she'd been in the hospital... but she looks pretty okay to me NOW.
What's the deal?
[Video]
[Well considering the last James saw of Mary was when she died and didn't quite look her best...]
I can't honestly say. I can't explain it. I'm happy but something just feels.. Off.
[James kind of stares off more a moment, as if trying to discern what exactly that feeling was, but it was obvious he was still just as clueless as before. Letting out a sigh he just stared at the camera with a lost, almost puppy-dog like expression.]
[Video]
You gonna be okay, man?
[Video]
[James was as skeptical about his own feelings as you were at him, Heather. He wish he could explain it, he wish he knew what was wrong, why he felt this way.]
[But he couldn't and he didn't.]