Feeling down? Need someone to talk to confidentially? Reach out to Heather Mason. Appointments not necessary but appreciated. In person at Robin Deli/Sessions with Heather or over network. Video, text, voice, action accepted.
[She doesn't mind stretching her legs any chance she gets, anyway.
But — before she commits, an important topic must be broached.]
If we talk about troubling thoughts, I think... I will need to explain more about me than you know. And I am afraid it will make you and Mr. Cheese not want to talk to me any longer.
( if only she knew the terrible things heather herself had gone through really, how much guilt she felt about having even just a small role in maria's ordeal.
she herself felt the same way when she bonded with the woman, revealing her past. not that she would with laura unless it truly helped her. with a soft sigh, she spoke once more. )
I don't think there's anything you could do or say that would make me not want to talk to you anymore.
( unless she outright hurt heather or someone she loved, but even then...laura was a child. she could come to forgive her, surely. )
Actually I was hoping you were hungry. I finally got my own space where people can come and talk with me. It's above a new bodega called Robin Deli in Charronway. Do you know how to get there?
( coincidentally heather was now running most of the building alongside maria. if laura was craving a cuban, she would have one ready for her. )
Mr. Cheese will be there too to give you comfort so don't be too worried, okay?
[It's strange. She's never really nervous about telling people things about her. Or she hadn't been before, anyway. Her life was very much an open book — her bluntness had sometimes thrown adults off-guard, because she didn't understand that some things were not meant to be said aloud.
Or rather, some things would only make people uncomfortable.
But she's never explained it like this. It feels strange, like a photo where you're asked to smile, and the result is never quite native to your face. She's not sure if any of the children at Transigen knew that you were supposed to smile in pictures. She catches Heather's scent just outside of the Robin Deli — a tricky feat, with the smells of delicious food hindering her — and she's able to follow it all the way to Heather's door.
( during the time the call ended and laura was to arrive, heather had made her way downstairs into the deli and began to prepare two cuban style sandwiches based off a recipe book she found at the library. things had just been built, supplies freshly provided and laura would truly be the location's first customer―
for both the deli and her office. it was a bit exciting for heather but she also had to balance keeping things cool and serious for whatever it was laura wanted to discuss with her. by the time the knock came to the bottom floor, heather tore her gloves off and set them aside, walking to the door with an apron and hairnet on. )
Hey you, welcome. I just finished making us a sandwich, come in and let me get the stuff.
( once inside, heather tore off her apron and net, setting it on a chair nearby before she walked back behind the deli counter to grab the sandwiches. )
You see those stairs on your right? Just go up them into my office, I'll meet you there.
( once laura did go up, she would find a potted plant, a table, two chairs, and a bunch of different items scattered and disorganized for now. it was going to take heather some time to get everything in order but time truly was what she had the most of here in between the missions. )
[Oh, you certainly know how to butter someone up. Her anxiety doesn't entirely dissipate... but she would be lying if she said the smell of that food wasn't very distracting. With the promise of a meal, she quickly makes her way up the stairs. A nice little place, the kind for talking.
Laura walks over the slightly crooked plant, adjusts it a little, and then plops down on a chair.
When Heather finally appears, she glances up patiently, her feet dangling a a bit off the ground as she kicks them.]
Someone said I should talk to someone named Mason, and they'd be willing to listen to people's troubles. Somehow, I didn't think it'd be you, but that was an odd thought of mine.
[ Anyway. ]
Okay. [ Um. ] I couldn't leave my apartment for days... and it was locked from the inside... I think the space became part of another reality. And holes appeared in the walls... that led to other worlds... connected to whoever was dreaming those words... I think... but they weren't in control of it...
( she probably forgot to give him her full name, but the username, the name mason was a tribute.
as he spoke, she remained silent listening to the recording and wondering what to make of all this. she was sure he had seen something strange in his world, something that made him want to rip the door out—
[ She sounds more curious than disbelieving, at least. He wonders how it sounds; he isn't sure how it sounds to another person. As insane as it all is, it's what he knows. It's why he didn't bring it up to anyone he met in the other worlds.
But maybe he should have -- he thought he should have; he decided if Eileen survived he would try to explain everything to her; maybe, that'd ensure her safety. But --
-- he shakes his head. ]
It was part of a cult... in an orphanage... just outside of Silent Hill... [ Um. ] I only found a few pages... no, they were given to me... by someone already dead...? I think he was trying to help me... but ...
[ Okay, now he's hearing it. ] ... sorry, this all sounds... yeah...
( each word that came from his mouth felt like it was synchronized with the beating of a drum. the words buzzed and droned in her mind, swallowing her up as she sat in her chair and remained silent. cool beads of sweat began to form at the edges of her forehead and her mouth slightly hanged opened.
even though he truly was intending to just state what was bothering his heart, his mind— it struck far too close to home, far to close to who she was and where she had come from.
when finally apologized, the words were a final beat that snapped her back to reality.
aurora had a sick sense of humor it seemed. )
Henry…..have you been to Silent Hill yourself?
( she will address the rest of his words and thoughts shortly but for now the only things henry could hear was her swallowing and clearing her throat just a bit. )
[Henry feared no matter how many times he told his story, but people would only see the madness of it. He thinks it's crazy, too; he isn't sure why his life became this way. What if he's never believed?
Someone told him that would be isolating; he feels like it is. As isolating as it was in that room, but he's surrounded by people now. Is that worse? He isn't sure...
... he hears her swallowing and clearing her throat; he makes a soft noise in response, at first. It's a sound of apology; he worries if he says he isn't crazy it'll sound like he is. ]
Yeah... I went there... it was a beautiful resort town. I still remember it fondly. [ Ah. That's not quite right. He stumbles over his words more but presses on. ] The sun was shining and it was a lovely day... I'm told that very few people can visit the town and experience the weather I did... I must have been lucky.
( even though the room she was in wasn't cold, she couldn't help but let out a deep and shaky breath as her body began to tremble. in hindsight it shouldn't be a surprise that the town and cult were known to others but the extent of everyone's connection to it here had been different and unique.
vincent was a member of the cult, maria was dreamt up by james in that town, and james had been drawn to it through the mystic powers that drew from her own nightmares during a time when she was alessa.
all of this was too much, far too nerve-wrecking and she wanted to yell out 'henry...I'm so cold' but she couldn't. no...all she could do was think about how someone like james had been brought here, spilled what little he wanted about his own time in that town, and left like a ghost. would that happen with henry too? would she bond with someone like him only to be left in the lurch again?
with a deep breath she spoke, her voice shaky now. )
This town, this town you visited...d-did it have have an amusement park? Lakeside Amusement park?
(She could be doing this from her bed, Heather, or any other thing, but alright. Is Sophie Cuckoo the most altruistic person? Not in a billion years. If anything, she's the most altruistic Cuckoo, good and heroic in nature, but the bar is low. She's... Trying, in her own little way, to be a better person than the day before, so whereas she'd usually be like, 'ugh, whatever, not my problem', it's, well, something she can do to help.
Heather has her out the door, meaning she's extra in her outfit, the click clack of heels announcing her presence as she opens the door and moves her sunglasses to the top of her head, flowing blonde locks in a high ponytail (thank you Ariana Grande inspo) before she flops on the nearest chair.)
What exactly do you think is gonna happen again? To your physical body?
( heather's not entirely sure how or why she agreed to this, but carrying around her anger here in a world where she's grown so much and matured didn't seem fitting. for a long time all she could do was remember her original intent in going to that town. to exact revenge on claudia for killing her father, for dragging her out of her happy world and reminding her of who she once was. in retrospect now, being here and being forced to confront certain aspects of herself she now felt less angry. sadness and upset settled in but she was overall doing far better. her friends had argued for her to forgive claudia and move on, and others had argued for her to just get her revenge and get it over with.
regardless of whatever the right answer was, she needed to do something about this before she ruined everything in the name of revenge and unconfronted feelings. so when sophie finally came into the deli and upstairs, heather in turn was in a more comfortable set of clothing. white tube socks, a matching set, and leaned back onto an old loveseat she stole found in the rec room of the apartments. )
Hey to you too.
( as she greeted the other, she crossed her arms and rolled her head back, looking up to the ceiling. )
I know this might come as a surprise and while I don't really feel like telling you, if I don't none of this won't many any sense. So here's the thing....I uh....was born a long time ago as someone else named 'Alessa' and I had powers at that time. I was born into a cult that sought to use those powers to bring their 'God' into existence but it didn't work out in their favor.
Long story short, I reincarnated into a baby, the person I am right now and my father Harry Mason saved me from that cult. I didn't have any powers...and I couldn't really remember what happened until that woman came into my life again...she wanted to bring 'God' back again and she decided to....well you'll see soon enough what she did to my father.
( it was a long and contrived story and while it wouldn't make sense to most, especially given all the details she left out, she wasn't interested in that. she's sure sophie will see exactly what happened soon enough. )
When I found out what she did...I went into a blind rage and decided to get revenge you know?
(Heather should be used to Sophie by now, right? It's not the first time they've met, and Sophie has two modes only — Emma Frost secretary/diplomat, or young adult mean girl. Clearly, the first one is reserved for more formal settings, and this is absolutely not one of those times. Therefore, she's just... Herself, probably. Whatever that means, she's still figuring that part out.
But she's barely arrived, and she's getting all the lore, and she has no time to do her pretty girl performance — too serious, too fast, so she's in her serious stance to listen to the best of her abilities.
Well, shit. Technically, she didn't really have to? But alas, that means less time trying to unknot the mess in Heather's brain to take a look.)
Right, okay. In your favor, there's very, very little that gets to me, so I can definitely handle all of that. What I do want to know is, are you two people in one, is it just a continuous line, what is it?
( she feels for sophie, she really does and she's sure the other can feel it but heather was clearly troubled by whatever was going on with her. enough to truly make her seem out of place and not the same sassy teen she met at the pool. no heather seemed more serious and concerned, getting straight to the point.
apologies sophie, but she wanted to skip the pussyfooting and get straight to it. )
I'm.....that's a good question.
( now uncertainty seemed to fill every fiber of her being because she had told vincent numerous times she was alessa, and there was no distinction but now? she wasn't entirely sure. )
I don't know. If I had to be honest with you, with myself.....she's me, but I'm not her. Does that make sense?
Guess I'm going to find out. Last time I went into your head, it was surface only. I didn't do any further snooping, so we're going to have an answer as I do a little dive.
(It's hard to explain telepathy to those who don't have it. That was basically just a conversation, not a whole deep dive into the psyche of a person. Distinct use, distinct feel.
Alas, she cracks her knuckles and her neck.)
Kinda does, kinda doesn't. Again, I should have an answer. By the way, it doesn't hurt, or does anything to your body. You're just going to be focused elsewhere for a minute. I can put you to sleep if you think that's better, too.
( she's nervous, that much is clear. she's not entirely concerned about it doing something to her but rather unfurling the woman she once was; alessa. that angry and hurt girl with powers, when she got too emotional and angry things got out of control. she was more worried about that.
still as she sat there and tapped her fingers against her knees, she decided it was best to just go for it. she didn't know sophie too well but somehow, despite her speaking inside of her mind before, she trusted her enough not to share this with anyone.
hopefully. )
Alright, and no I'll stay awake for this alright?
( she cracked her own neck and muscles in return before she leaned back and began to focus on the start of all of her troubles as of present. she had been at the mall and she called her father up to apologize for being late. then that detective came towards her, wanting to talk about her birth. how she had been reincarnated from alessa and taken by harry mason from that cult to live a normal life as heather mason. )
It...you can sense that right? It began that day in the mall. I went to go shopping and fell asleep in a fast food restaurant...I walked out to call my dad and that guy, Douglas came up to me. After that well...then I met her.
(There's something to be said that so many people just trusted Sophie with so many delicate stories, problems, and dilemmas. Heather herself is a surprise, knowing just how much she doesn't seem to like Sophie — and with good reason. While she was sharing all the fun gossip with Quentin as they unrolled, this is not something that goes into that category, it will stay as their little secret.
With glowing pink eyes, she slips into Heather's mind to watch what she is remembering closely. Both girls get pulled into it, standing on the side as they watch the Heather in the memory on the phone. Sophie's hands slip into her pockets as she walks along. One thing is that Sophie can feel what Heather currently feels and felt, alongside with her own feelings, which currently are "I need to give this girl a pepper spray".)
Shady fucking guy in a trenchcoat following a teenage girl. Let me guess. Evil?
( her mind was strumming with a small amount of pain as she felt both of them be transported to that moment. the air was filled with sass and annoyance as heather dismissed douglas and walked off into the bathroom to get away from him. that's how that scene ends, but with her eyes closed in the office, she felt like she was in two places at once.
it was almost as if she were giving sophie a tour of her mind, walking and guiding her into the next scene. )
No....you would think so but he's actually a good person. He was being manipulated by other people to find me....this is what happens next.
( like a screen being projected, they see a wide array of monsters overtaking the mall and heather either running or beating them. eventually they come to the most crucial point; heather meets claudia. they're both now in the backrooms of the mall, watching the scene unfold before them. )
She's here in Etraya by the way, if you haven't met her yet.
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Voice.
Aurora told me that you listen to people if they have troubling thoughts, and need someone to talk to about it.
Is that something that you do?
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( she’s a bit guilty she didn’t tell laura about her services but in all the fun they were having she forgot.
so with a soft smile that extended to her voice, she answered back. )
That’s right I do. We can talk over voice like this or if you want you can come to my office. The companion bots set it up already.
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[She doesn't mind stretching her legs any chance she gets, anyway.
But — before she commits, an important topic must be broached.]
If we talk about troubling thoughts, I think... I will need to explain more about me than you know. And I am afraid it will make you and Mr. Cheese not want to talk to me any longer.
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( if only she knew the terrible things heather herself had gone through really, how much guilt she felt about having even just a small role in maria's ordeal.
she herself felt the same way when she bonded with the woman, revealing her past. not that she would with laura unless it truly helped her. with a soft sigh, she spoke once more. )
I don't think there's anything you could do or say that would make me not want to talk to you anymore.
( unless she outright hurt heather or someone she loved, but even then...laura was a child. she could come to forgive her, surely. )
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But if Heather says so, who is she to doubt her?]
Okay.
Then I'm ready. Tell me where to go, and I'll be there.
... I'll bring us cookies.
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( coincidentally heather was now running most of the building alongside maria. if laura was craving a cuban, she would have one ready for her. )
Mr. Cheese will be there too to give you comfort so don't be too worried, okay?
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[It's strange. She's never really nervous about telling people things about her. Or she hadn't been before, anyway. Her life was very much an open book — her bluntness had sometimes thrown adults off-guard, because she didn't understand that some things were not meant to be said aloud.
Or rather, some things would only make people uncomfortable.
But she's never explained it like this. It feels strange, like a photo where you're asked to smile, and the result is never quite native to your face. She's not sure if any of the children at Transigen knew that you were supposed to smile in pictures. She catches Heather's scent just outside of the Robin Deli — a tricky feat, with the smells of delicious food hindering her — and she's able to follow it all the way to Heather's door.
A soft knock follows.]
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for both the deli and her office. it was a bit exciting for heather but she also had to balance keeping things cool and serious for whatever it was laura wanted to discuss with her. by the time the knock came to the bottom floor, heather tore her gloves off and set them aside, walking to the door with an apron and hairnet on. )
Hey you, welcome. I just finished making us a sandwich, come in and let me get the stuff.
( once inside, heather tore off her apron and net, setting it on a chair nearby before she walked back behind the deli counter to grab the sandwiches. )
You see those stairs on your right? Just go up them into my office, I'll meet you there.
( once laura did go up, she would find a potted plant, a table, two chairs, and a bunch of different items scattered and disorganized for now. it was going to take heather some time to get everything in order but time truly was what she had the most of here in between the missions. )
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Laura walks over the slightly crooked plant, adjusts it a little, and then plops down on a chair.
When Heather finally appears, she glances up patiently, her feet dangling a a bit off the ground as she kicks them.]
It must be nice, to be so close to sandwiches.
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voice;
[ A longer pause. ]
I can share a little... but tell me if it's too much, okay?
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( cryptic as ever henry, but she smiled, her voice sounding peaceful and calm in turn. )
And yeah of course you can. I’m all ears, and I’ll let you know. So just talk, as much or as little as you need to.
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[ Anyway. ]
Okay. [ Um. ] I couldn't leave my apartment for days... and it was locked from the inside... I think the space became part of another reality. And holes appeared in the walls... that led to other worlds... connected to whoever was dreaming those words... I think... but they weren't in control of it...
It was all part of a ritual... I think...
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as he spoke, she remained silent listening to the recording and wondering what to make of all this. she was sure he had seen something strange in his world, something that made him want to rip the door out—
but then he said that word. ritual. )
Ritual?
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[ She sounds more curious than disbelieving, at least. He wonders how it sounds; he isn't sure how it sounds to another person. As insane as it all is, it's what he knows. It's why he didn't bring it up to anyone he met in the other worlds.
But maybe he should have -- he thought he should have; he decided if Eileen survived he would try to explain everything to her; maybe, that'd ensure her safety. But --
-- he shakes his head. ]
It was part of a cult... in an orphanage... just outside of Silent Hill... [ Um. ] I only found a few pages... no, they were given to me... by someone already dead...? I think he was trying to help me... but ...
[ Okay, now he's hearing it. ] ... sorry, this all sounds... yeah...
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even though he truly was intending to just state what was bothering his heart, his mind— it struck far too close to home, far to close to who she was and where she had come from.
when finally apologized, the words were a final beat that snapped her back to reality.
aurora had a sick sense of humor it seemed. )
Henry…..have you been to Silent Hill yourself?
( she will address the rest of his words and thoughts shortly but for now the only things henry could hear was her swallowing and clearing her throat just a bit. )
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Someone told him that would be isolating; he feels like it is. As isolating as it was in that room, but he's surrounded by people now. Is that worse? He isn't sure...
... he hears her swallowing and clearing her throat; he makes a soft noise in response, at first. It's a sound of apology; he worries if he says he isn't crazy it'll sound like he is. ]
Yeah... I went there... it was a beautiful resort town. I still remember it fondly. [ Ah. That's not quite right. He stumbles over his words more but presses on. ] The sun was shining and it was a lovely day... I'm told that very few people can visit the town and experience the weather I did... I must have been lucky.
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( even though the room she was in wasn't cold, she couldn't help but let out a deep and shaky breath as her body began to tremble. in hindsight it shouldn't be a surprise that the town and cult were known to others but the extent of everyone's connection to it here had been different and unique.
vincent was a member of the cult, maria was dreamt up by james in that town, and james had been drawn to it through the mystic powers that drew from her own nightmares during a time when she was alessa.
all of this was too much, far too nerve-wrecking and she wanted to yell out 'henry...I'm so cold' but she couldn't. no...all she could do was think about how someone like james had been brought here, spilled what little he wanted about his own time in that town, and left like a ghost. would that happen with henry too? would she bond with someone like him only to be left in the lurch again?
with a deep breath she spoke, her voice shaky now. )
This town, this town you visited...d-did it have have an amusement park? Lakeside Amusement park?
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cw: vague mention child abuse, suicide... why are the silent hills like this?
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— action
(now giving you the same icons in two different threads)
wonderful haha ♡
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ending this here ♥
forgot the outfit smh
Heather has her out the door, meaning she's extra in her outfit, the click clack of heels announcing her presence as she opens the door and moves her sunglasses to the top of her head, flowing blonde locks in a high ponytail (thank you Ariana Grande inspo) before she flops on the nearest chair.)
What exactly do you think is gonna happen again? To your physical body?
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regardless of whatever the right answer was, she needed to do something about this before she ruined everything in the name of revenge and unconfronted feelings. so when sophie finally came into the deli and upstairs, heather in turn was in a more comfortable set of clothing. white tube socks, a matching set, and leaned back onto an old loveseat she
stolefound in the rec room of the apartments. )Hey to you too.
( as she greeted the other, she crossed her arms and rolled her head back, looking up to the ceiling. )
I know this might come as a surprise and while I don't really feel like telling you, if I don't none of this won't many any sense. So here's the thing....I uh....was born a long time ago as someone else named 'Alessa' and I had powers at that time. I was born into a cult that sought to use those powers to bring their 'God' into existence but it didn't work out in their favor.
Long story short, I reincarnated into a baby, the person I am right now and my father Harry Mason saved me from that cult. I didn't have any powers...and I couldn't really remember what happened until that woman came into my life again...she wanted to bring 'God' back again and she decided to....well you'll see soon enough what she did to my father.
( it was a long and contrived story and while it wouldn't make sense to most, especially given all the details she left out, she wasn't interested in that. she's sure sophie will see exactly what happened soon enough. )
When I found out what she did...I went into a blind rage and decided to get revenge you know?
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But she's barely arrived, and she's getting all the lore, and she has no time to do her pretty girl performance — too serious, too fast, so she's in her serious stance to listen to the best of her abilities.
Well, shit. Technically, she didn't really have to? But alas, that means less time trying to unknot the mess in Heather's brain to take a look.)
Right, okay. In your favor, there's very, very little that gets to me, so I can definitely handle all of that. What I do want to know is, are you two people in one, is it just a continuous line, what is it?
... But, yeah, been there. I get you.
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apologies sophie, but she wanted to skip the pussyfooting and get straight to it. )
I'm.....that's a good question.
( now uncertainty seemed to fill every fiber of her being because she had told vincent numerous times she was alessa, and there was no distinction but now? she wasn't entirely sure. )
I don't know. If I had to be honest with you, with myself.....she's me, but I'm not her. Does that make sense?
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(It's hard to explain telepathy to those who don't have it. That was basically just a conversation, not a whole deep dive into the psyche of a person. Distinct use, distinct feel.
Alas, she cracks her knuckles and her neck.)
Kinda does, kinda doesn't. Again, I should have an answer. By the way, it doesn't hurt, or does anything to your body. You're just going to be focused elsewhere for a minute. I can put you to sleep if you think that's better, too.
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still as she sat there and tapped her fingers against her knees, she decided it was best to just go for it. she didn't know sophie too well but somehow, despite her speaking inside of her mind before, she trusted her enough not to share this with anyone.
hopefully. )
Alright, and no I'll stay awake for this alright?
( she cracked her own neck and muscles in return before she leaned back and began to focus on the start of all of her troubles as of present. she had been at the mall and she called her father up to apologize for being late. then that detective came towards her, wanting to talk about her birth. how she had been reincarnated from alessa and taken by harry mason from that cult to live a normal life as heather mason. )
It...you can sense that right? It began that day in the mall. I went to go shopping and fell asleep in a fast food restaurant...I walked out to call my dad and that guy, Douglas came up to me. After that well...then I met her.
( claudia wolf. )
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With glowing pink eyes, she slips into Heather's mind to watch what she is remembering closely. Both girls get pulled into it, standing on the side as they watch the Heather in the memory on the phone. Sophie's hands slip into her pockets as she walks along. One thing is that Sophie can feel what Heather currently feels and felt, alongside with her own feelings, which currently are "I need to give this girl a pepper spray".)
Shady fucking guy in a trenchcoat following a teenage girl. Let me guess. Evil?
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it was almost as if she were giving sophie a tour of her mind, walking and guiding her into the next scene. )
No....you would think so but he's actually a good person. He was being manipulated by other people to find me....this is what happens next.
( like a screen being projected, they see a wide array of monsters overtaking the mall and heather either running or beating them. eventually they come to the most crucial point; heather meets claudia. they're both now in the backrooms of the mall, watching the scene unfold before them. )
She's here in Etraya by the way, if you haven't met her yet.
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going to start wrapping this up here ♥
wrap!