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Room 015 [video/ action for Ecruteak]

_{[The feed opens on a rather lumpy-looking snow dinosaur dressed in a scarf and...what might actually be Harry's shoes poking out from the edge of the sculpture. The person holding the camera backs up so that the abomination is center-frame. Puffs of smoke from Henry's cigarette can be seen. It is stationed at the edge of a street near the hotel.]}

I have decided to become a sculptor. This is my first piece. I call it, "Dinosaur."

_{[A miserable looking glameow wrapped up in its own tail waddles into the frame and mewls pitifully. 8C BURGER WOULD LIKE TO GO BACK INSIDE NOW.]}

This is my assistant, Burger.

_{["Gl'ymoowwwwwww!"]}

You were a big help, yeah. You're the best sculptor cat-thing!

((OOC: Anyone wandering around in Ecruteak is welcome to come by and admire/wreck his snowman.))

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_{[Unfortunately for him, Heather was faster, even in the snow. She probably had more practice running around in it than Mr. I Never Leave My Apartment.]

[Grinning like a cheshire cat, she dashed around him and laid both hands on the sculpted snow.]}

Look what IIIIIIIII'M doiiiiiiiiing~!

DON'T TOUCH IT!

_{[A honk appeared his voice as he chased her and made ineffective flaily gestures at her hands. It wasn't like he'd actually HIT her.]}

_{[Her voice is gleeful as she shuffles in circles away from Henry around the sculpture, keeping her hands on it the whole time.]}

I'm not doing anything to it!

Edited 2011-12-08 12:05 (UTC)

_{[Henry just keeps making those pitiful sounds through his nose. As he chases her, one of Harry's shoes goes tumbling since he kicked it. He chases after it instead because he does NOT want to lose it. Harry Mason was not somebody he wanted to get in trouble with.]}

No-- but you're going to! I know it!

No I'm noooooot!

C'mon Henry, don't you trust meeee?

_{[For someone who'd never had real siblings before, she sure was getting the obnoxious little sister voice down pretty quick.]

[But then she stops jogging around the sculpture, hands still pressed to it.]}

... Are those Dad's shoes?

_{[He picks the shoe up and dumps the snow out of it.]}

Yeah.

_{[You...don't feel like explaining that at all, do you, Townshend?]}

... Dude, what're you doing with Dad's shoes?

_{[............................. 8I...]

[That is a good question, Heather.]}

Dressing up my snowman.

... Did Dad say you the snowman could have his shoes?

_{[Henry stares spacily at his adopted!sis for a long moment before the corners of his mouth upturn just so.]}

No.

_{[He's so bad, Heather. You wish you were bad as him.]}

_{[Henry, you are one bad dude.]

[Heather stares at him, partially in disbelief. She's not sure if she's surprised that he's acting out, or just AMUSED.]}

... If he's all like 'Why are my shoes on that snowman' later, I'm gonna point straight at you.

He won't be. I won't get caught.

_{[Only you totally will.]}

Nobody catches Henry Townshend.

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