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dazlious2012-01-21 02:59 am
foolishwren) wrote in dazlious2012-01-21 02:59 am
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Where the stars are all broken, so are the ties. But the one thing remaining is you.
WHO: Heather Mason (Silent Hill) and Kaito Kuroba (Detective Conan/Magic Kaito)
WHERE: A shabbily nondescript apartment building somewhere in Portland, Maine.
WHEN: Six months after Kaito returned home from Johto (route_29)
WHAT:And then Styx and Kit got really sad and needed sappy fluff And then two friends were reunited.
RATING: DIABETES.
After the the warmth and color that bubbled up in every last corner of Johto's world, even in the dead of winter, good old planet Earth could seem like a very gray place.
That pine-covered chunk of land called Maine that sat at the top of New England like a precariously-placed hat seemed even grayer than most.
Or maybe that was just because it was winter here.
... And somewhere in the city, where there were fewer pines than there were telephone poles.
... And the very top floor of an ugly apartment building, a hideous product of some architectural dark age that looked more like what would happen if you filled a waffle-iron with concrete than anywhere that someone would actually want to LIVE in, nestled between a warehouse and a law firm.
It had taken awhile for the search to actually lead to this last destination, which was hours away from the place where it had actually begun.
The town of Silent Hill could be called a city only by the blind and perhaps those who had grown up there and knew nothing bigger. The place was different at first glance, perhaps, to anyone who'd heard of it only by a description from someone who'd seen its true face.
On the surface, the place was downright pleasant. A steadily-declining but still somewhat-known New England tourist trap, the old historical town sat in two halves around a large lake, nestled in by mountains and forests, with patches of farmland dotting its outskirts. It was tiny and remote-- hardly a blip on the radar to anyone who wasn't some newlywed looking for a Honeymoon spot.
Research would show that the place was rich with history, from the pre-European civilizations that once considered the land a sacred place, all the way through colonization, plagues, the industrial revolution, even the Civil War. The promotional material hyped it all up to the max, boasting historical buildings and artifacts-- a nice place to vacation with the whole family.
Needless to say, a look at more recent records told a slightly different story. Mysterious accidents and disappearances throughout the entire 20th century, a strange local religion, rampant drug abuse (the investigation of the supposed drug ring had been left dangling ever since the late eighties, ever since its key investigator had been murdered ...), and strange rumors coated the town's reputation like poison.
A visit would prove pleasant enough, but, well...
Kaito would know better, wouldn't he?
The town, as important as it was, would not yield what he was looking for.
Neither would the first apartment he found in a city rather far from Silent Hill, a shabby and depressing little downtown complex called Daisy Villa. Apart from ugly striped wallpaper, a few scraps of magazine cutouts that may once have been part of a collage, and an old armchair covered in a rust-stained sheet, there was nothing to be found there.
But this.
THIS was the place. Hopefully.
According to the superintendent, who had recognized the name 'Cheryl Mason' (as given, along with the address, by P.I. Douglas Cartland) and directed him to the top floor.
Where there was a door.
WHERE: A shabbily nondescript apartment building somewhere in Portland, Maine.
WHEN: Six months after Kaito returned home from Johto (
route_29)WHAT:
RATING: DIABETES.
After the the warmth and color that bubbled up in every last corner of Johto's world, even in the dead of winter, good old planet Earth could seem like a very gray place.
That pine-covered chunk of land called Maine that sat at the top of New England like a precariously-placed hat seemed even grayer than most.
Or maybe that was just because it was winter here.
... And somewhere in the city, where there were fewer pines than there were telephone poles.
... And the very top floor of an ugly apartment building, a hideous product of some architectural dark age that looked more like what would happen if you filled a waffle-iron with concrete than anywhere that someone would actually want to LIVE in, nestled between a warehouse and a law firm.
It had taken awhile for the search to actually lead to this last destination, which was hours away from the place where it had actually begun.
The town of Silent Hill could be called a city only by the blind and perhaps those who had grown up there and knew nothing bigger. The place was different at first glance, perhaps, to anyone who'd heard of it only by a description from someone who'd seen its true face.
On the surface, the place was downright pleasant. A steadily-declining but still somewhat-known New England tourist trap, the old historical town sat in two halves around a large lake, nestled in by mountains and forests, with patches of farmland dotting its outskirts. It was tiny and remote-- hardly a blip on the radar to anyone who wasn't some newlywed looking for a Honeymoon spot.
Research would show that the place was rich with history, from the pre-European civilizations that once considered the land a sacred place, all the way through colonization, plagues, the industrial revolution, even the Civil War. The promotional material hyped it all up to the max, boasting historical buildings and artifacts-- a nice place to vacation with the whole family.
Needless to say, a look at more recent records told a slightly different story. Mysterious accidents and disappearances throughout the entire 20th century, a strange local religion, rampant drug abuse (the investigation of the supposed drug ring had been left dangling ever since the late eighties, ever since its key investigator had been murdered ...), and strange rumors coated the town's reputation like poison.
A visit would prove pleasant enough, but, well...
Kaito would know better, wouldn't he?
The town, as important as it was, would not yield what he was looking for.
Neither would the first apartment he found in a city rather far from Silent Hill, a shabby and depressing little downtown complex called Daisy Villa. Apart from ugly striped wallpaper, a few scraps of magazine cutouts that may once have been part of a collage, and an old armchair covered in a rust-stained sheet, there was nothing to be found there.
But this.
THIS was the place. Hopefully.
According to the superintendent, who had recognized the name 'Cheryl Mason' (as given, along with the address, by P.I. Douglas Cartland) and directed him to the top floor.
Where there was a door.
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[Although she steps back a little and ducks her head purely out of reflex, she doesn't make much of an attempt to avoid. Judging by the grin that had burst onto her face, the hesitation wasn't just because there were stacks of easy-to-knock-over junk around.]
[She'd missed horsing around like this. Laughing, she reaches out to hold him at arm's length.]
Hands off the host! I already have hat-hair, you don't need to help!
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[trying to duck past her defenses to ruffle her hair even MORE. hey, he's playing catch-up]
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[She shuffles carefully backwards to avoid knocking something over in the small space, but the slowness makes it pretty ineffective so she just twists away and tries to shield her head, giggling. Holding him off clearly didn't work, so as she does so she attempts to start messing with HIS hair in retaliation.]
But I don't want super hat hair!
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the teasing and banter comes so naturally that it takes him a moment to realize exactly how much he missed this. sure, he banters with Aoko in a similar fashion all the time, but... with Heather, it's a little different]
You sure? I hear it's very stylish these days.
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[As for the banter... Heather had been almost acutely aware of what she missed-- so much of her mind, even before Johto, was CONSUMED by how much she missed things. But what came as a surprise to her was how easily they fell back into it. Almost like no time had passed at all, even though it quite obviously had.]
[It's a relief.]
[If there's one thing that Heather had to learn the hard way once, it's that friends change. Not that she thought that would happen to Kaito, even in the event that they DID see each other again...]
[But it's a relief nonetheless.]
[Still laughing, she reaches up to try and snag Kaito's wrists in lieu of ruffling.]
Since when have I ever been stylish?
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[RUFFLE RUFFLE RUFFLE]
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GRAAAAAAAGH!
[That's 'FUCK STYLE' in Heather-ese.]
[Thinking fast, she ducks down (hair now just a sort of curly, staticky mess) and snatches up a handful of the rapidly-melting slush that had come off of her jacket and landed on the floor.]
I'm gonna shove this down your shirt!
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[sssstepping back, hands lifted, palms forward]
That's cheating!
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My house, my rules.
Get used to it, thiefy.
[... Not that she minded the horsing around. It had been far too long.]
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You realize you're gonna have to catch me first, right?
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There's nowhere to run in here.
You're trapped, m'man.
I mean, I guess you could hide in the closet. But you'd have to come out eventually.
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[As such, she tilts her head at him a little bit.]
[... And then reaches forward to try and wipe her nasty slush-hand on his face, confident that he's cornered!]
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He immediately ducks and weaves out of the way of the slush attack, artfully dodging boxes and books to avoid knocking them over as he... jumps on top of her bed]
Too slow!
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--GAH! Hold still, dammit!
[At first she hesitates, because... yeah, she doesn't want him like... trying to LEAP FOR FREEDOM and wind up breaking something (although he's of course too agile for that, Heather just has no faith), but then after a moment, she clambers up onto the bed after him.]
Face me like a man!
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Are you kidding? That'd make things too easy on you!
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[Heather hesitates before leaping off the end of the bed after him, because although she's pretty agile herself, she's no acrobat. All the same, she grins wolfishly at him.]
So you admit that in a man-to-man fight, I'd totally win easily?
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This is a man-to-man fight. I'm just making proper use of my natural abilities. ♥
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[Said tauntingly as she makes another swipe for him.]
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No way! Manliness comes in many different forms!
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[When her grab fails, she darts out one leg to try and step on the cuff of the leg of his jeans. Probably wouldn't be too successful considering she doesn't even have her shoes but WHY NOT.]
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[it takes some fancy foot work, but he manages to avoid having his balance upset by her attempts at tripping him]
It's not sissy.
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Okay. Weenie, then.
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Clever.
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[It's surreal actually messing around with somebody who's better at being juvenile and obnoxious than SHE is. She hasn't really done that since he LEFT.]
[But she twists her head away at the nose-flick, making a face and reaching out to try and do the same to him in retaliation.]
... The people downstairs probably think we're trying to tapdance.
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