while heather began to walk around wondering if it was direct and obvious, or some kind of bizarre riddle [as in she is somehow between floors, aka the middle of them], she only made a few sounds audible through the speaker. the sound of her feet against the floor, a soft breath, and soon she was walking around the very last floor she was on. )
You're not secretly a mole are you?
( as in a real one who could dig holes through floors. )
( she managed to say, as the sounds of her footsteps went through the line. she was getting closer, but she was a bit confused. in hindsight, heather probably shouldn't have tried this when she was still so new to this....prison. )
Sharks are misunderstood by the way. They're only dangerous in our understanding of what they can do, but they never really do try to kill us. They take one chomp, realize we're humans, and swim away.
[ the next time jinx speaks, her voice comes in doubles—through the walkie and somewhere in person. she is definitely getting close, in fact, she might even see her with the second floor having less people around this time. maybe the person she's chatting with is that person who is lying on the rocky floors with her legs prop up against the wall. ]
Well, well, aren't we a smartie? I like that. Dealing with morons sometimes break me out in hives, ha ha!!
I like to think of people as unexperienced rather than morons. Besides they're harmless.
( truth be told heather had once viewed other people in such a manner, back in the days when she was alessa and far more prone to anger and negative sentiments. now she tried her best to be more tolerant of people and things.
not that it stopped her from being sassy; no she was a teen girl after all. )
I think I might be getting closer.....second floor? Is that where Miss Shark is hiding?
If I told you now, it'll ruin the surprise. –Juuuuust a little mooooore ♪.
[ she sing-songs to her companion, swaying her foot from side to side against the wall, eyes shut but continues to keep the walkie-talkie close to her lips. ]
( the echo came through both the walkie talkie and her general vicinity; it wasn't hard now to find the blue-haired minx rocking her legs up against a rock. heather was actually surprised she had never run into her before, but then again this place was a chaotic and disorganized mess from what she saw.
she really was just trying her best to survive here after all. once she found her, she kicked a small pebble at her, turning off the device for now. )
Yeah but I bet you're one blue-haired and pale weirdo looking for warmth. Now how are we going to do this? My arms 'lovingly' wrapped around you?
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while heather began to walk around wondering if it was direct and obvious, or some kind of bizarre riddle [as in she is somehow between floors, aka the middle of them], she only made a few sounds audible through the speaker. the sound of her feet against the floor, a soft breath, and soon she was walking around the very last floor she was on. )
You're not secretly a mole are you?
( as in a real one who could dig holes through floors. )
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[ that's her answer to that. but to weirdly indulge in this question, she extends it: ]
Besides, I'd be a shark, not a mole. Sharks are way more my style, majestic but so, so dangerous. — Are you having trouble? Need another clue?
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( she managed to say, as the sounds of her footsteps went through the line. she was getting closer, but she was a bit confused. in hindsight, heather probably shouldn't have tried this when she was still so new to this....prison. )
Sharks are misunderstood by the way. They're only dangerous in our understanding of what they can do, but they never really do try to kill us. They take one chomp, realize we're humans, and swim away.
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Well, well, aren't we a smartie? I like that. Dealing with morons sometimes break me out in hives, ha ha!!
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( truth be told heather had once viewed other people in such a manner, back in the days when she was alessa and far more prone to anger and negative sentiments. now she tried her best to be more tolerant of people and things.
not that it stopped her from being sassy; no she was a teen girl after all. )
I think I might be getting closer.....second floor? Is that where Miss Shark is hiding?
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[ she sing-songs to her companion, swaying her foot from side to side against the wall, eyes shut but continues to keep the walkie-talkie close to her lips. ]
I could be anywhere and anyone.
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she really was just trying her best to survive here after all. once she found her, she kicked a small pebble at her, turning off the device for now. )
Yeah but I bet you're one blue-haired and pale weirdo looking for warmth. Now how are we going to do this? My arms 'lovingly' wrapped around you?