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route_10652011-08-31 11:55 pm
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652011-08-31 11:55 pm
Between the kindness of strangers and the rumble of the road
Who: Aoko Nakamori, Crow Hogan, Harry Mason, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, Kaito Kuroba
Where: Route 38
When: Nighttime, August 31
Summary: Campfires are interesting places. Even more interesting when the people sitting at one are a detective's daughter, a guy who plays card games on motorcycles, an internationally-wanted jewel thief, an agoraphobic photographer, a ... Heather, and a mild-mannered novelist who's probably the only mature adult there.
But you can't have a campfire without stories, and with such a crowd as odd as this one, there's sure to be a few worth telling...
Rating: PG for spooky stories
Log:
The dog days of summer are a special time of year, regardless of whether or not you're young enough to still associate them with the last days of freedom before fall and academia set back in. And while Johto's pace of life seemed to stay the same year-round regardless of season, there was still a little something in the air on that last night of August.
The sun had long since sunk below the treeline, leaving in its wake a warm night that still held the barest hint of the autumn ahead.
But the fire chased that little ghost of a chill away nicely, small though it was from where it flickered in the center of the little hollow they'd set up camp in, and what the fire didn't do, the sleeping bags would. It was a small site, hardly more than a pine-needle-and-root-floored clearing walled in by thick trunks.
In fact, the fire's flickering light hardly even extends through the gaps between the trees.
... Which is why Heather's got a staticky, softly-glowing Pichu held in the palm of her hand like some kind of squishy, living lantern as she squeezes her way back into the fire's light, stepping carefully over friend, Pokemon alike before dumping a pile of sticks next to the fire.
"Boom. That's enough for the rest of the night, I think. Outta the way, Cooj."
Shoveling the fluffy canine monstrosity that had (along with a few puffy bags of marshmallows) been taking up most of her sleeping bag aside, Heather flopped down with a hearty huff, still holding her father's Pichu and looking around at the rest of the travel party with a wide grin.
"SO! We still gonna do the stories?"
Where: Route 38
When: Nighttime, August 31
Summary: Campfires are interesting places. Even more interesting when the people sitting at one are a detective's daughter, a guy who plays card games on motorcycles, an internationally-wanted jewel thief, an agoraphobic photographer, a ... Heather, and a mild-mannered novelist who's probably the only mature adult there.
But you can't have a campfire without stories, and with such a crowd as odd as this one, there's sure to be a few worth telling...
Rating: PG for spooky stories
Log:
The dog days of summer are a special time of year, regardless of whether or not you're young enough to still associate them with the last days of freedom before fall and academia set back in. And while Johto's pace of life seemed to stay the same year-round regardless of season, there was still a little something in the air on that last night of August.
The sun had long since sunk below the treeline, leaving in its wake a warm night that still held the barest hint of the autumn ahead.
But the fire chased that little ghost of a chill away nicely, small though it was from where it flickered in the center of the little hollow they'd set up camp in, and what the fire didn't do, the sleeping bags would. It was a small site, hardly more than a pine-needle-and-root-floored clearing walled in by thick trunks.
In fact, the fire's flickering light hardly even extends through the gaps between the trees.
... Which is why Heather's got a staticky, softly-glowing Pichu held in the palm of her hand like some kind of squishy, living lantern as she squeezes her way back into the fire's light, stepping carefully over friend, Pokemon alike before dumping a pile of sticks next to the fire.
"Boom. That's enough for the rest of the night, I think. Outta the way, Cooj."
Shoveling the fluffy canine monstrosity that had (along with a few puffy bags of marshmallows) been taking up most of her sleeping bag aside, Heather flopped down with a hearty huff, still holding her father's Pichu and looking around at the rest of the travel party with a wide grin.
"SO! We still gonna do the stories?"
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[Heather didn't even bother applying for colleges after she graduated... Douglas had tried to encourage her, but no matter how many nights she spent sitting in his cluttered apartment with stacks of forms in front of her, she almost always wound up giving up after the first few blanks had been filled.]
[Now that she's talking to someone who actually WENT, the shenanigans make her curious.]
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I don't remember. I just remember being in the room and not recognizing the people in the photos.
[Henry's blank-face shifts enough to suggest that they hadn't been very pleasant naked photos.]
Now that I think back on it...parts of that building reminded me of...Y'know. Weird.
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[Not everybody in the little traveling group knows about Silent Hill... and Heather's not ENTIRELY sure she wants that can of worms cracked open. Kaito knows, but still.]
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[HOW SPECIFIC.]
Anyway, I never did see a real ghost in that building.
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And the spooky lingering scents of questionable substances.
[Aaaahaha that's not FILM in those little black canisters.]
I kind of miss it....photography. Not the walking in on make-outs.
[He tugs his poke'gear out of his pocket and fumbles with it, apparently getting ready to take a photo of her.]
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he'd just rather watch people through a hole in the wall AMIRITE HENRY?][Heather blinks when he takes out his 'Gear. ... And then realizes what he's doing and immediately makes the goofiest face she can manage. Along with a double thumbs-up.]
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You should model.
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Hahah, right?!
I'd be perfect.
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