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3rd Horror || Heather Morris [Accidental Video]

[The feed cuts in sideways, on the ground, back against a wall of shubbery. There is the image of Heather sitting on the ground, knees to her chest, with her head down and her arms over her head. In one fist she has a piece of paper crumpled tightly. She trembles and her shoulders heave.

She's sobbing.]

D-Dad...

[Elric the African wild dog sits beside her, whimpering and nudging her head with his snout.]

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Hey. Chin up.

[She jumps when she hears the voice, looks up, a bit frantically. She sees the Blackberry, lying nearby, is on.] Shit.

[She crumples up the letter more and stuffs it in a vest pocket, then reaches for the Blackberry. She wipes her face with her other hand.] You, uh... no one was supposed to... fuck. This Blackberry is a piece of shit.

Yeah. I could outline a dozen ways to improve it in my sleep.

Hey. Just because we're not chained together anymore doesn't mean we can't, you know, talk.

[She attempts a smile, sniffles, and wipes at her face again.]

Talking. What a concept. [She feels rather appreciative, though.] Um. I mean. My dad, he... he couldn't have really written this, but it sounds just like him...

[Voice hardens a little.] It must be some kind of cruel joke...

Can't say I see the appeal of it.

[And yet...here he is. In his defense, he's doing more listening than talking though.]

Just another of the games that this place is trying to play. Don't let it win.

[And there's a lot she could say, about her dad and why seeing a letter from him is so upsetting. But although she likes Matt and the attention he's giving her... it's not as easy to just open up about that.]

Whoever's in charge of this place, I really wanna kick their ass.

[You DO NOT mess with her dad.]

Think you might have to take a number.

[She laughs a bit, mirthlessly.] I was never very patient. [She swallows hard and takes a deep breath.] There's gotta be a way out of here. You know Eddie, the roadie guy? He's got these weird blueprints for something that might be able to knock down trees and shit. So we can get through the forest. I think it's worth a shot.

If this place wants to fuck with us like this, I don't wanna be a part of it anymore. At first it was kinda annoying, but now it's just getting cruel.

[Eddie's not looking so put together himself. Weakly smiling. He's fiddling with his own letter absentmindledly]

Guessin' that wasn't intended to go up on the network?

[Gulp. She's still sniffling pretty hard.] Nope. Embarrassing, right?

[Elric settles down, putting his head on her lap. She starts to pet him gently, without even thinking about it.]

Could be worse, you could've been seeing me cry. Now that'd be embarrassing. [Tries to cheer her up vainly with mental images of a big ole roadie crying over a letter. Not sobbing to the extent Heather was, but still crying.]

Pffft, I don't believe that. The big bad Eddie Riggs, crying?

[She sniffles again, looking down.]

Ey, its a letter from my dad, he was the only one I had for a long ass time. So not too hard to picture considering.

[Eddie shrugs uncertainly at that, he flipping his own letter open to peek at it again.]

Wish I knew, mine looks real enough. The scribbly hard to read hand writing sure looks pretty authentic to me.

Y-yeah. Me too. I mean... he's the only one I... had.

Shouldn't be too embarrassed than. You've got a pretty good reason for being down. I did too, though I should be 'over' it by. He's been gone since I was twenty four or so.

Guess I should take what the letter says seriously than. [The roadie's not even sure what to think of the letter, he's still fiddling with it some as he mulls it over, the apology mixed with the usual parental 'I love you son' sentiment Riggnarok was fond of isn't making him assume its a fake just yet.]

I don't really think... it's something you get "over." It'll always be there, you know?

Um. Mine... it was pretty recent. [The day before landing in this shithole, in fact.] Ugh, fuck this place, I wanna get out of here!

Yeah, I get ya, I've just been told to get over it by a few people I've toured with, so meh on them. [Eddie shakes his head some, frowning some.]

If you need a distraction, why come outside? I was in the middle of building the Headsplitter and was distracted by the letter. [Oh hay Roadie based distraction is here.]

Well, they're douches, obviously.

I-I'm already outside. I'm in that weird labyrinth thing. [It seemed like the best bet for privacy.] Where are you? I wanna see that thing in action.

Edited 2010-06-24 21:05 (UTC)

[That earns a low amused from the roadie.] Heh, explains why they'd work for Kabbageboy willingly at least.

You're pretty close by then, I'm parked out front of the forest. Come on by.

Cool. I'll uh... be right there.

[And a few minutes later, here she is. Her eyes are still red from crying, and Elric looks pretty forlorn as well.]

Hey... whatcha got here?

[Eddie had been fiddling with the Headsplitters (http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f382/Sonicsora/Random%20pics/headsplitter1.jpg) engine while waiting for Heather's arrival, he blinking and straightening up at her sudden approach. Anvil is settled on one of the 'horns' of the car, watching quietly for now.]

And say hello to the HeadSplitter, she's not as nice as the ones I've got back home, but we've managed to cobble her together real nicely.

[He pats the car (http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f382/Sonicsora/Random%20pics/headsplitter2.jpg) affectionately, his smile wane at Heather's behavior. He taking a moment to decide before walking away from the Headsplitter to yank the girl in a hug. Nothing overly touchy feely, its more like a 'YOU'RE MY BRO, BRO' comforting hug.]

[She is pretty distracted by the Headsplitter, mind immediately going, quite teenagerishly to, "HEY can I DRIVE that?"] Whooaaa, where'd you get the--

[And now she's in a bro-hug. :3 She tenses at first, but then hugs him back, a bit awkwardly.]

[ Its a comforting hug, nothing overly clingy or pushy. Just Eddie trying to make the letter thing better. He pulls away after a moment, ruffling her hair some and digging through his vest pocket. Handing her the keys to the HeadSplitter.]

Here, figured you'd wanna drive her round. [He grins some, eased once again already guessing the fact she'd drive the Headsplitter around would help her mood some.]

Hey! Watch it! [But she's laughing a little, smoothing her hair back into place.]

Really? I can do that? [She takes the keys and looks at the Headsplitter, which... Elric has already hopped into.] What the hell, who said you're coming?

I go where you go, remember? [Elric yawns.]

Ugh, really? I wanted Eddie to come instead, and there's not room for all of us!

Course, you helped me didn't ya? [He's still grinning, barely batting an eye as Anvil flutters over to sit on his shoulder.]

I can just watch, I know if we leave Elric behind you'd probably not be able to focus on drivin' anywhere. Gotta keep your talking soul animals close. I sent Anvil away an nearly had a frickin' heart attack. [He frowns a little at that, but waves it off.] But, that's besides the point, just drive. I'll watch.

I don't know about this...

Psh, it'll be fine. [He fluffles Anvil's feathers some as reassurance. It earning the best frown she can give.]

Edited 2010-06-25 04:50 (UTC)

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If Heather keeps this up, she'll earn an awkward 'bro' hug, for srs.

SHE NEEDS ONE.

ENJOY THE CRUSHING BRO HUG HEATHER

HORRAH

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