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no_ufo_ending) wrote2012-05-24 11:19 pm
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Broom closet 020 [action for EVERYWHERE EVER,][4th Wall]

[OOC: Henry will be popping up in random bathrooms all over Johto (and other places! Visitors, feel free to post and receive a visit from a confused photographer).]
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[... that he's currently parked in. Enjoying some afternoon sunshine.]
[Good luck with that one, Henry.]
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[Just sitting there. As if in wait for some poor soul to come stumbling past unawares.]
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[...in a very familiar tire rim.]
[The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The shovel in his hands almost slips. No. No, it's just...it's just some big truck. PEOPLE HAVE TRUCKS ALL THE TIME. ESPECIALLY IN POKEMON LAND AHAHA ha ha..ha.]
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[Directly onto him.]
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[It's just... a truck.]
[It's just a truck.]
[Pleaseletitjustbeatruck.]
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[It's a truck that abruptly unfolds. And stands up.]
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[It was his only hope.]
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[He just lifts.]
Want to discuss your hair now, boy?
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N-NOT REALLY?
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I think you should.
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WHAT ABOUT IT?
[He was under the impression that he had to shout so that the monster could hear him.]
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[He twitches his fingers. Very slightly. Just enough to make Henry bounce a little.]
For an apology.
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[An apology? Over the hair prank? He looked up at the robot, a frazzled, broken little photographer. He thought about it. It would be the most sensible thing to do...but he was Henry Townshend! He was 21/21! He was a destined god-killer! He wasn't going to be bullied by some stupid space robot.]
[He squares his jaw and squints.]
No.
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[He casually shakes out his free hand. Allowing the glowing orange barrel of his fission cannon to emerge. No, he would never use it on a human being, but Henry doesn't need to know that.]
What was that?
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[He drew his knees up like a dangled kitten and held his hands out to block the light.]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
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Was that so hard?
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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[And pokes him.]
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I have a serial killer to find.
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You sure?
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[He shakes the shovel at Ironhide before checking the park bathroom to see if the hole is still there.]
[action]
[Well maybe not, but the restrooms in the Lavender Town radio tower seemed like as good a place to hide from a herd of very persistent ghost Pokemon as any.]
Re: [action]
[He clambers out and instantly holds his head, almost dropping the shovel he'd found.]
Auuuusshhfbuuuhhffmf.
[action]
[What the hell?]
...Henry?
[It took him a second to recognize his 'Gear buddy in the flesh. Especially holding his head like that. He reaches out to shake Henry's shoulder a little, because surely that will fix this.]
Re: [action]
[He blinked up at his friend and looked behind him. The hole had already vanished. Man.]
Where am I?
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[Which he doesn't sound happy about at all.]
Did you hit your head? [Why else would you be holding it?]
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[Henry just folds his arms over his head and frownie faces.]
You don't have an aspirin, do you?
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you'll have to wonder though what she's doing in a male bathroom in a department store(?)
oops???]
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[DB oh god is this the wrong bathroom?]
Uh.
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she was clearly taking a piss
standing up
and with the right equipment.........]
...Hi? [oh wow this is embarrassing!]
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[NOPE.]
[Henry catches the shovel on the end of the hole and almost falls out of it as he backs up and disappears back the way he came.]
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Henry.
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[He wheels around and backs into the sink, shoulders hunching. He doesn't yell at Walter. He doesn't scream or even scold him with an accusing, "YOU."]
[He just swings the shovel with his noodle arms as hard as he can.]
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-It just hits him and he looks at you Henry. Really? Did you think that was going to work?
Nope.]
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[He swings again.]
DIE PLEASE!
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This isn't our apartment complex Henry. Where are we?
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[8C Oh. Yeah. He can't hurt Walter without the seven holy toothpicks, can he?]
No, and your mother isn't here either.
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[Nope, he can't. Annoying aint it.]
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Disneyworld. Get lost.
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[Fuck this day, seriously.]
There's nothing for you here. I don't even know what city we're in right now, it's just bathroom after bathroom.
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[If keeping Walter out of trouble meant sitting in a gross bathroom until...whenever, then that was what the Receiver was going to do.]
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But it's Henry, so who knows.]Hen...ry?
[His appearing out of seemingly no where manages to distract her from her attempts to wash away the blood that freshly drips down her face.]
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[Henry clambered out of the hole and rested his shovel against the wall.]
What happened?
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[She looks away from him again, rubbing her forehead and smearing the red as if that will help.]
This is...how I was, before.
[Well, not exactly. But if Henry knew she could potentially turn into a monster at any moment, he might just pick that shovel back up.
Speaking of which.]
...What are you doing in here with a shovel?
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[What could you say to to somebody who had...bleedy...face...syndrome?]
[Was that a thing?]
I saw a hole so I went through it.
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...Okay, that warrants some more staring, even if it shows off her new look.]
You saw a hole...so you went through it.
[Uh.]
Are you sure that's safe to do?
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I guess...it's what I did back in...can I get you anything?
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No, I'm...not sure there's really anything else that can be done. Not now, anyway.
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[He hovers there for a moment before making his way by her and heading out the actual bathroom door instead of a huge, ominous looking hole.]
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Lisa sits while she waits, wondering how it would look if any non-Silent Hill survivor were to pass through here. Or if there had been anyone outside to wonder why a man was waltzing out of a women's bathroom.
Both very difficult things to explain, but the musings do distract her.]
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JESUS! [He stumbles backwards, while trying to zip up his pants very awkwardly.]
What the fuck?!
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[ Henry gives the guy enough respect to look away.]
You haven't seen a dirty man in a long blue coat that may or may not have had a spoon with him, have you?
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What? A bum? No, I haven't seen anyone like that around. Why?
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[Henry climbs the rest of the way out of the hole and hunts for the bathroom door.]
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[A HOLE HUNTING WE WILL GO.]
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Seems legit.]
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[Come in or go back the way you came Henry.]
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[ 8I ]
Hey.
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[8I Hey.]
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[He takes a moment to check for anyone else before giving a nod in greeting.]
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[So... That's a nice hole you got there.]
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...
[Booya. Let him just text you from the miniscule distance between them.]
I hope john-crashing isn't a casual thing for you.
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[It takes him a moment to catch on to what's going on.]
Not really...but I'm looking for a serial killer. Have you seen a creepy guy in a blue coat around here?
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Who are you?
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My name's Henry...where are your parents?
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I don't know where my daddy is.
Do you know?
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Who's your daddy?
[He offers a hand to lead her by.]
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My daddy's name is Harry Mason. But he's lost and I can't find him.
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[He had to go find Harry. Or maybe Heather. Unless this was the one who was Heather...unless she was the Heather before Heather.]
[His head hurt.]
[He leads her through the door and looks around to figure out where they are.]
Harry's my friend, we'll find him.
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Where is here? Is it near home?
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[ 8[ All these holes...HARRY QUEST COMMENCED.]
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[SOB.]
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