Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2010-09-17 02:31 am
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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?
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Though I think you might have some trouble finding someone to battle at 3 in the morning.
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... But they'd probably find me the next morning at a bottom of a cliff that I ran off of.
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Maybe you should bring a flashlight with you!
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Actually, flashlights do very little against fog... I speak from experience. If anything, they almost make it HARDER 'cuz they bounce everywhere off the vapor and shit.
Not fun.
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Yeeaaaaah... 'least till the morning.
[Whereupon everything would go to hell in a handbasket. But she didn't know that yet.]
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[LOL NO. THE COSMOS IS LAUGHING AT YOU. ALL OF YOU.]
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Me too.
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General hate or s'there a reason?
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What about you?
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Makes it kinda hard to maneuver.
[DOGS. DOGS EVERYWHERE.]
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I think that's fair.
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Doesn't help that New England is pretty much fog central to begin with.
[Then she looks a little curious. Heather's not really ignorant, but she doesn't actually know that much about other countries.]
You're from Japan, right? Does it get foggy much there?
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And then I got yelled at and told to come inside.
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[Although Harry had always meant well.]
You?
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They crampin' our style.
I say we rebel.
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