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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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[He takes a few steps toward her, hands resting in his pockets, and gives a little shrug]
Wasn't easy. I wasn't kidding when I said you were pretty difficult to find. Geez... I wasn't even sure we actually shared a world when I started.
But I looked up Silent Hill, and when I actually got something, I went from there.
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[The town's name gives Heather an uncomfortable twinge somewhere deep in her gut, but it's hardly important right now. He's HERE, not there.]
[A grin tugs at her mouth again and she nudges the fridge door shut with her foot and starts fiddling with her hem of her coat in preparation to pull it off.]
I guess if Douglas could track me down with nothing but my dad's name, previous residence, and some kook saying that he'd kidnapped me, it's not too surprising that YOU'D be able to.
[Yanking the coat off abruptly with one hand and standing on one foot to pull one of her boots off with the other, she rolls her eyes.]
Dude, I'm an awful host... Go ahead and take your coat and shoes off. I'm not lettin' you go anywhere so you're not gonna need them.
[WELCOME TO HEATHER'S APARTMENT you're not allowed to leave. :Ib]
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[Nevertheless, he follows suit, tugging off his own jacket and draping it across the nearest chair (his shoes had already been disposed of near the door)]
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[After all, he hadn't planned on going anywhere back in Johto... not that the real world worked like Johto. ... It was so strange. Considering this place the 'real' one again.]
[She doesn't ask him to hang up his coat or anything-- judging by the 'organized clutter' status of the entire room, she doesn't much care about that. Instead she just shoves her own boots onto a pile of newspaper by the door and then dumps her own coat on top of his before flopping down onto one end of the bed/chaotic blanketnest.]
[She pats the spot next to her-- he can sit down if he wants. There's not many other places to sit apart from the floor and the chair at the desk-- well okay there's what looks like an old beanbag in the corner but it looks like it's composed more of duct tape than fabric at this point.]
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... haa. Maybe.
[And he flops onto the bed with her without hesitation, linking his hands behind his head and streeeetching a bit as he stares up at her ceiling. A few moments of silence pass before he speaks again, tone still soft and inquisitive... and maybe just apologetic]
'M sorry.
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[When he flops down, she turns in her seat a little bit to look down at him with a crooked, slightly-sad smile. Now that they've both gotten over the initial shock, the little differences are starting to pop out, loss of imaginary six-packs aside. The tan that Heather had picked up over the course of her time in Johto is gone entirely, for instance-- when she'd come back, it had been like it had never existed. Same with the scars on her hands.]
[She shakes her head at the apology.]
For disappearing?
You don't need to apologize.
... We all knew it could happen.
... Would happen.
[Even if she'd foolishly assumed that it wouldn't. Not to him. Or to HER, eventually.]
[When he'd disappeared, she had been angry. Angry at everything and at nothing. Angry at herself for once again taking things for granted, and... well, admittedly, angry at him. Angry because she'd known he had wanted to go home.]
[... But, well... that had been a long time ago, and even then, she'd known the anger was nothing but grief. It had faded eventually, as she'd known it would.]
[Reaching over, she lays a hand on his shoulder.]
... I did get your letter. ... And two of your... your team.
When you went.
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-- you did? [Her talking about his team (his team, the same one that he hadn't realized he'd miss so much when he finally went home) causes another small twinge of loss and guilt to pinch at his stomach, and he sits up to lean into her hand a bit]
Which two?
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Crow got Komi.
[The rest... she's not sure what happened to the rest.]
[But she tries to brighten her expression a little as she gives his shoulder a squeeze, speaking in a tone as cheerful as she can manage when talking about their left-behind friends.]
Biz and Wren wound up inseparable... they got me in SO much trouble, you would not believe...
And Flapper and Butch were happy together. Butch didn't steal my Gear as much once he was able to talk to his girlfriend in person, heh.
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With a deep breath, he nods, forcing a smile onto his lips, though it's a bit bittersweet. He can't think about that now, can he?]
Biz and Wren, huh? I would've predicted that one from miles away.
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[She'd rather think about the good times. And hey, it has a purpose. Filling him in on the deets, right?]
Heh, right?
It got to the point where I couldn't take them in any stores with me.
They figured out teamwork.
The number of times I got a Jenny running after me because it turned out my bag was full of shiny things that didn't belong to me...
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Sounds like Biz all right. 'S good to know he didn't stop making people's lives hard after I-- y'know.
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[She's quiet for a few seconds, before taking her hand off his shoulder and letting it rest on the bed behind them, looking off at the rest of the tiny room that had become her home after she'd been uprooted from Johto, and then proceeded to uproot herself from the apartment she'd spent high school in.]
... I didn't... think I'd ever see you again.
[She looks back over at him.]
I know your note said-- .... but I didn't really believe it. ... If I'd known, I'dve... I'dve stayed in one place. Sorry you had to go on a wild goose hunt for me.
[She feels bad for not believing it would happen, but...]
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[he lifts a hand and brushes it through his hair, gaze flickering away momentarily, before returning to her fully. Truth be told... as confident as he had sounded about seeing her again, he had had his own reservations as well.
Not that he was about to let those on, though]
Even if it made my job more difficult, you've gotta realize that few things are completely out of Kaitou Kid's reach. [there, a little more humor, and a little confidence... that should lighten things up a bit, right?]
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Oh right-- duh. Pffft. How could I have forgotten?
The mighty Kaitou Kid sees all.
[And-- because it's worth it to show that after it all, she hasn't changed-- she reaches out to thoroughly ruffle his hair. Then she gets up before he might have any ideas of retaliating.]
I guess while you're here, I SHOULD show you where everything is, huh?
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He settles for shooting her a Look instead]
You could. I wanna know everything about how the great Awesome-san spends her days.
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[She shoots him a smirk over her shoulder before crossing the tiny space over to the bathroom door and unceremoniously kicking it open with one foot and a little more enthusiasm than necessary.]
Bathroom's in there. I try to spend as little of the day as possible in there though because it's like the size of a sardine can and also the hot water runs out really fast and takes hours to build back up. Just warnin' you in advance.
[Then she turns and gives the little fridge a pat.]
This is the Freeze Machine. It keeps my food from getting all nasty.
You can help yourself to whatever's in there. It's mostly crap-quality but eh, whatcha gonna do.
[Leaving the fridge, she shrugs to a small, doorless closet as she steps past it. It's half taken-up by clothes and half by a makeshift shelf housing more food.]
You can help yourself to whatever's in there too, but I'd prefer you stick to the food. I don't think anybody needs to see you in a miniskirt.
[... Even if he totally pulls stuff like that off during his cross-dressing capers.]
[She heads over to the desk, which houses a small laptop and a battered-looking TV on the shelf above it.]
Cable comes included with the room, which is like... the only good thing about this building. So we can watch all the weird Mexican gameshow channels we want.
[... And that's about it. It took her about ten steps to circle around the entire place. She stands in the center and spreads her arms to indicate the various hodgepodge piles of boxes, books, and miscellaneous papers.]
If you need to move anything around, I don't care, it's not like... in any order. Just try not to knock anything over because that could start a chain reaction and that would not be pretty.
SO.
Questions?
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I dunno about you, but life-sized dominoes with boxes and papers actually sounds pretty fun.
[SUDDENLY JERKING OUT TO TAP A BOX-- but nope, he's not that mean. he pulls back before any messes are made]
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[Okay whew.]
[She shoots him a half-playful, half-dead-serious look.]
No, serious, the people downstairs would like... bitch their lungs out to the superintendent about all the noise and I'd probably like... well no I wouldn't get kicked out, but I'd have to deal with so many disapproving glares.
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[stepping forward to ruffle her hair. REVENGE]
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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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