foolishwren: When Stephen King dies, we will only have an hour and forty-five minutes to get out of Maine before it explodes (IMPORTANT REMINDER:)
Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote in [community profile] route_1065 2011-12-18 06:57 pm (UTC)

Yeah. Yeah, he gets it.

She's still not looking up at him-- mostly because she has a feeling that he gets it, and she's not sure she wants to... see that on his face.

So she carries on.

"Because they knew they had to try and lure the little bit of her that was gone back, or else they'd never be able to do it. So they kept m-- Alessa, in... well."

Now she's pouring the pepper in.

"It sucked."

As soon as the last grains dribble into the cup, she shoves it off to the side, along with the empty shakers, and then reaches back over to Cheryl.

"So that's what was going on her end. Meanwhile..."

Picking up 'Cheryl' and 'Dad', she brought them back a little closer to herself and swayed them side to side in a vaguely dance-y motion.

"Dad raised Cheryl and everything was going pretty good. I mean, you know, mom died at one point, and okay he really couldn't get the hang of cooking for a little while there, but point is, things were happy. ... Mostly."

She angled her hand forward, making 'Cheryl' droop a tad.

"See, I-- ... she always knew there was something wrong. Because even if that little piece was safe, the rest was still... back there, you know? And it just kept getting worse and worse, so around when I was-- ... when she turned seven, she was like--"

Making the mug turn to the coffeepot, she affects a high, squeaky voice.

"Daddy I wanna go to Silent Hill!"

A deeper voice.

"Okay, sweetie!"

With the silly voices, it would almost seem that she's making light of the whole thing... but there's a sour note in her voice, running under everything else-- and it's all the more obvious when she returns to her usual voice.

"So... they went."

She scoots the pair of them back in the direction of 'Alessa' and the evil shakers. Which she picks up, and makes do a small dance of delight on the tabletop.

"Which was exactly what the bad people wanted."

And in a swift swoop of one hand, along with a sort of comical (if you... forgot what this whole story was about, anyway...) 'YOINK' sound effect, she takes the shakers and sweeps 'Cheryl' away from the coffeepot, over to where 'Alessa' still sits, now more full of salt and pepper than coffee.

"Oh shit."

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