Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2010-09-17 02:31 am
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- *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]
No... maybe it's just one of those nights, you know? I didn't think anyone else would be up, though.
[ of course she's curious. Is she going to ask? ... Normally, yes, but with Heather, she knows better than to pry. ]
[video]
If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that there's always somebody awake.
[Trying to pry into Heather's affairs was often futile an frustrating. Of the few here who'd tried, Otacon was likely the only one who'd succeeded... and after finding out what was really up, he... just might have regretted it. ~*~TMI~*~.]
[video]
[video]
[Arty finally stopped playing ragdoll and twisted around in Heather's grip a little to chitter a greeting to Kanzeon.]
So uh... how've you been?
[video]
[ Kanzeon perks up at her fellow Furret, chittering a greeting in return. It's a fine night for ferret gossip. ]
[video]
[That's sort of disappointing... but on one hand, maybe it won't be so tempting to stay there forever, then. Maybe she'll actually be able to catch up for once.]
[A fine night indeed! Gossip like "8c TRAINER IS SQUEEZING ME TOO HARD".]
[video]
[ "YOURS AND MINE BOTH, IT'S GOOD WE'RE FLEXIBLE." ]
[video]
Especially since she wasn't going to have the time or presence of mind to beat Falkner now...][video]
... water.
[video]
They have a water?
[video]
Heather, you know what I mean!!
[video]
[SHE TEASES OUT OF LOVE, RISE.]