3rd Horror || Heather Morris [Accidental Video]

[hell_is_silent]

[The feed cuts in sideways, on the ground, back against a wall of shubbery. There is the image of Heather sitting on the ground, knees to her chest, with her head down and her arms over her head. In one fist she has a piece of paper crumpled tightly. She trembles and her shoulders heave.

She's sobbing.]

D-Dad...

[Elric the African wild dog sits

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[gamer_anon]

Hey. Chin up.

[hell_is_silent]

[She jumps when she hears the voice, looks up, a bit frantically. She sees the Blackberry, lying nearby, is on.] Shit.

[She crumples up the letter more and stuffs it in a vest pocket, then reaches for the Blackberry. She wipes her face with her other hand.] You, uh... no one was supposed to... fuck. This Blackberry is a piece of shit.

[gamer_anon]

Yeah. I could outline a dozen ways to improve it in my sleep.

Hey. Just because we're not chained together anymore doesn't mean we can't, you know, talk.

[hell_is_silent]

[She attempts a smile, sniffles, and wipes at her face again.]

Talking. What a concept. [She feels rather appreciative, though.] Um. I mean. My dad, he... he couldn't have really written this, but it sounds just like him...

[Voice hardens a little.] It must be some kind of cruel joke...

[kingroadie]

[Eddie's not looking so put together himself. Weakly smiling. He's fiddling with his own letter absentmindledly]

Guessin' that wasn't intended to go up on the network?

[hell_is_silent]

[Gulp. She's still sniffling pretty hard.] Nope. Embarrassing, right?

[Elric settles down, putting his head on her lap. She starts to pet him gently, without even thinking about it.]

[kingroadie]

Could be worse, you could've been seeing me cry. Now that'd be embarrassing. [Tries to cheer her up vainly with mental images of a big ole roadie crying over a letter. Not sobbing to the extent Heather was, but still crying.]

[hell_is_silent]

Pffft, I don't believe that. The big bad Eddie Riggs, crying?

[She sniffles again, looking down.]

Th-the letters... they can't be real, right?