haveyouseenalittlegirl | Search Five: [Video]/[Action for Olivine City]

Current Location: Olivine City

Entry tags:

Search Five: [Video]/[Action for Olivine City]

[Harry does ...not look happy. He's tired, worried.....But he knows Heather has a lot of friends here.]

....

This is Harry Mason. My daughter Heather had her soul stolen. She's asleep in our hotel room right now.

I just thought her friends should know.

[Oh Harry, so awkward. He sighs and turns off the video.

Action

A. Sitting in the hotel room looking at his daughter asleep on the bed.

B. In the front of the hotel. There is a Togepi on his shoulder who is trying to cheer him up.

C. Walking back from getting food. Someone probably needed to remind him to eat. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He finishes the note and puts it off too the side.]

At the moment that's all we can really do.

_{[Henry pauses, elbow-deep in Jiggly Puffs and looks sadly at Heather. HE KNEW it was irrational, but he still partially blamed himself. It had happened again. He met somebody. Told them about the weird shit going on. And something bad happened to them.]}

Mmn...

_{[Henry struggled to his feet (because he only had one arm to help himself stand at the moment) and went over to his bag to dig something out of it. He didn't have much in the way of personal effects, but he did buy things here and there while back at Violet. He'd had a job then.]

[Once he finds what he's looking for, he moves back to the night stand and places down a small white tea candle before digging for his lighter.]}

It can't hurt...

A candle?

[Wait, he had said something about those hadn't he.]

_{[ LIGHTER GET. Henry lit the candle and stood back, as if he were waiting for something to happen.]}

I thought it might keep things from getting any worse...

_{[Or maybe keeping OTHER souls out of the general area.]}

[But will it break if you use it too much? Harry just watches him. Are they waiting for something?]

Did you get the candles from here?

I got them in Violet when I worked at Sprout Tower.

_{[He wished he'd asked the monks there to bless them...but he had done good to get the job, much less get buddy buddy with them.]}

Before I came here, I used candles to purify my apartment.

_{[The ghost oozing out of his wall had really been harshing his zen]}

Did they have to be a special sort of candle? Or would any type work?

_{[He grows quiet, feeling embarrassed suddenly. It was all for peace of mind, really. He'd picked up a few compulsions he'd rather do without from his adventure in WTF land.]}

They were holy candles...but I thought this one couldn't hurt. Considering all the souls that are probably all over the place right now.

_{[His Gengar headache hadn't faded 8(.]}

[Harry's opening his notebook again. Seriously, this will happen a lot.]

Where did you find the candles back home?

_{[Henry shrugs. Harry's questions were a little hard to get used to.]}

The woods...other people's apartments...the subway. Lots of places.

_{[Just what were you doing in other people's apartments, young man?]}

[Harry writes a few notes down.]

Right.

_{[Henry can't stare at the candle any more without his eyes hurting. He glances at Heather again before sitting back down with his box of cereal. He watches Harry write for a moment. He was sort of curious about what the man was writing.

Was it about him?]}

The man who lived in my apartment before me was a journalist.

[Harry glances up.]

Really? Do you know what sort of articles he wrote?

He investigated the cult...and all the weird stuff going on. His journal is where I found out about the holy candles.

He didn't make it out of the apartment though.

_{[Henry wondered where all those stained pages were--probably scattered on his living room floor and coffee table with all his first aid junk. Or floating in nothingness since Henry never really finished his job.]}

[Now that is interesting.]

They were being investigated.

....I suppose the news had to come out sooner or later.

I think he went through a lot of the things I did.

_{[Henry's arm jerked as his fingers touched something in the box that was NOT A MARSHMALLOW. He pulled a small plastic whistle out of the box. It was shaped like a pidgy.]</sub.

What do you write about?}

Right now just a few notes on the town.

I normally write mystery novels. ...Horror occasionally as well.

[When they really needed the money. Because the nightmares were not worth writing that on regular basis, not matter how much better they were then his other work.]

_{[Henry picks pieces of cereal out of the whistle and gives it an experimental puff. It's ungodly shrill. It doesn't do a thing for his headache so he stretches an arm out and puts it on the table by the candle.]}

I like mysteries. I used to like The Twilight Zone.

_{[Key words: USED TO.]}

I used to watch that.

[Also used to.]

But I prefer my mysteries to have no...supernatural elements now.

_{[What Henry wouldn't give for some mindless cartoons...]}

Yeah...

Do you read much?

Sometimes.

_{[Henry sometimes delighted in thick paperbacks with tiny print, but they had to be special stories. He liked moving pictures a little more--the experimental kind. Like the ones that hold on the same flower for two hours.]}

I haven't even thought about books for a while.

That's understandable.

[Directly after Silent Hill he hadn't thought much about books either. ..and they were his main source of income.]

_{[Henry wasn't sure how he'd look at books or movies...or even VIDEO GAMES after what he'd been through. It all seemed so...pointless. He was in a magical world sitting next to a soulless girl and eating cereal.]}

Mr. Mason, do you have any kind of painkillers?