Harry Mason (
haveyouseenalittlegirl) wrote2011-06-19 12:09 am
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[Harry does ...not look happy. He's tired, worried.....But he knows Heather has a lot of friends here.]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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(.]
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Where did you find the candles back home?
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The woods...other people's apartments...the subway. Lots of places.
[Just what were you doing in other people's apartments, young man?]
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Right.
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Was it about him?]
The man who lived in my apartment before me was a journalist.
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Really? Do you know what sort of articles he wrote?
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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.]
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They were being investigated.
....I suppose the news had to come out sooner or later.
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[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?
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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.]
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I like mysteries. I used to like The Twilight Zone.
[Key words: USED TO.]
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[Also used to.]
But I prefer my mysteries to have no...supernatural elements now.
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Yeah...
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[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.
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[Directly after Silent Hill he hadn't thought much about books either. ..and they were his main source of income.]
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Mr. Mason, do you have any kind of painkillers?
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Yeah there's some in the suitcase. I'll get them.
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[Henry used WEAK-ASS JOKE...it wasn't very effective.]
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Here you go.