Heather Mason (
itsnotmybirthday) wrote in
badfic_manor2012-07-22 11:22 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
Heather Mason | Video | Number of saves: 1
[For a split second the video shows a very irate young woman before quickly turning away from her. It's hard to catch, but the camera briefly shows that the nightstand next to the bed is knocked over, with black scuff marks on it as if someone kicked it down in anger. The next few moments are shaky, and it sounds like she’s fumbling with the controls while grumbling about “I don’t want to make a video”, and “Why isn’t this thing working”, and finally what sounds like “Ugh, forget it, I don’t have the time for this!” The camera focuses on her again. By the time she’s done, she’s shouting loud enough that her voice is getting hoarse.]
It was over. It is over. I killed your stupid God. Claudia and Vincent are gone, too. So are all the monsters. I was done! I finished all this! What more do you people WANT from me?
[Suddenly she’s quiet, and her eyes wander aimlessly around the room. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and when her attention is turned back to the viewer she starts talking in a low, almost threatening voice. Or it would sound threatening if it wasn’t so obvious how tired and stressed-out she is.]
I don’t know who did this, or why or…or if whoever’s responsible can even see this. I don’t think I have it in me to care anymore. If you do see this, whoever or whatever you are…you won’t get away with this. I’m done playing your sick games.
It was over. It is over. I killed your stupid God. Claudia and Vincent are gone, too. So are all the monsters. I was done! I finished all this! What more do you people WANT from me?
[Suddenly she’s quiet, and her eyes wander aimlessly around the room. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and when her attention is turned back to the viewer she starts talking in a low, almost threatening voice. Or it would sound threatening if it wasn’t so obvious how tired and stressed-out she is.]
I don’t know who did this, or why or…or if whoever’s responsible can even see this. I don’t think I have it in me to care anymore. If you do see this, whoever or whatever you are…you won’t get away with this. I’m done playing your sick games.
no subject
Like he doesn't. pfft.] Dunno where the hell you are or what the hell you were doing, but you're not anymore. The whoever is a chick that goes by 'the author', and whatever.... is apparently a teenaged girl writing a story. Don't ask, because I have no idea.no subject
A story? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?
[Yeah, she looks very unimpressed. It's obvious that it's out of confusion. She isn't glaring "at" him, she's glaring "with" him, or...something.]
no subject
no subject
[She seems...oddly undisturbed. Annoyed, fed-up, and moderately confused, but otherwise Heather is almost accepting of the explanation. She looks away from the feed for a few seconds to look around the room, actually taking in the details this time. It looks like a half-assed, shoddily put together mash-up of her bedroom in the apartment and her old room(not the hospital one, thank...something) as Alessa.
Honestly, she has seen weirder, and none of that surprises or bothers her. ...Except for one detail. Robbie the Rabbit wallpaper. Did that even exist in the real world? She was pretty sure it didn't. She looks back at the feed.]
Are you...sure we're not in Silent Hill?
no subject
Nope. Place is called the manor, and from what I can tell, it's not much of anywhere. Right next to a woods and a lake, as well as a desert. Which is pretty damned hard to come by in normal places. [As in: He's never seen it himself.]
no subject
[She's expecting him to say there are impassible blocks and/or inexplicable gaping holes where the desert, woods, and lake if it isn't landlocked just end because they damn well can.]
no subject
no subject
[Oh look, she can be surprised. The second was more of a rhetorical question than anything.]
no subject
no subject
[MEANWHILE, IN NON-BACKDATED THREADS--ahem.]
So who are you, anyway?
no subject
[that's all he says. COMFORTING, IS IT NOT?]
The name's Dean. you?
no subject
...Heather. Nice meeting you, I guess.
[The picture moves around a little as she moves back to the bed to sit down. It was kind of comfy, at least. Or maybe it only felt that way because she was so tired.]
Is it safe to eat anything around here?
[She felt silly asking that, but she couldn't remember the last time she ate. It might have been at the Happy Burger in the mall before it all went to hell. Or, she could have been fantasizing about eating there because she was so damn hungry. The beef jerky she kept using to distract the monsters had started to look a little appetizing near the end, ok? And if all there was around the manor were health drinks, she would chug every last one of the nasty things right now without flinching. At least it would give her some energy.]
no subject
no subject
[Well, it IS a manor, right?)
#
no subject
[She's joking. Well, as much as one can joke at a time like this. Probably.]
no subject