Between the kindness of strangers and the rumble of the road

[foolishwren]

Who: Aoko Nakamori, Crow Hogan, Harry Mason, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, Kaito Kuroba
Where: Route 38
When: Nighttime, August 31
Summary: Campfires are interesting places. Even more interesting when the people sitting at one are a detective's daughter, a guy who plays card games on motorcycles, an internationally-wanted jewel thief, an

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[foolishwren]

[Now that the backstory's out of the way, it's time for the main event. Heather's tone grows softer and she leans in to let the fire's light flicker more eerily on her face, mouth-corners still curled upwards deviously.]

A few years later... there was a girl on her way home from the mall. Right around this time of year, actually... She'd stayed out later than she'd planned, having lost track of time... by the time she realized how late it was, the sun was already setting.

Now, she could've walked home on foot... but it was already late, and the subway was way quicker, even though everybody knew it wasn't a good idea to go down there late at night... But she was like, 'Well, if I don't get home like, YESTERDAY, I will be so grounded it's not even funny. Challenge accepted!'

And down she went.

There wasn't a single soul down there that she could see, except for her... and as she walked down the dark platforms, aaaall she could hear were her own footsteps echoing...

... Until she reached the Hazel Street platform.

[... A dramatic

[foolishwren]

[Good luck trying to swat something covered in gooey sticky stuff without getting your paw stuck, little dude. Cujo is just... nonplussed.]

[Heather, on the other hand, is just beaming. She folds her arms and puffs out her chest.]

I win.

[no_ufo_ending]

Win what?

[Henry wasn't one to really...argue for or against the fact that he was scared. He just kind of retreated into his own little world and accepted whatever descriptions folk made about him. Coward, stoner, receiver.]

[But Heather was starting to push at his buttons.]

[Henry didn't even know he HAD buttons.]

Just because you sounded like you swallowed your tongue doesn't mean your story was scary. Or convincing.

[foolishwren]

[Trust Heather to somehow annoy the Perpetually Blank Man.]

Why'd you jump, then?

... 'Sides, if anyone'd believe me when I talk about ghosts, I'd think it'd be you.

[no_ufo_ending]

[Henry opens his mouth to protest....then shuts it. Then opens it again.]

Oh.

[8C.............................Nom. HE DUN BEEN TOLD. Now he kind of felt bad.]

[foolishwren]

[B) SHE DUN TOLD YOU.]

[No need to feel bad, though. Heather's just laughing it all off and playfully flicking a marshmallow at him.]

The moral of the story is, ghosts are assholes.

The end.

[harryusedworry]

[Harry let's the Pichu sit on the other side of his lap.]

I liked the sound effects.

[Just a little familiar Heather.]

[foolishwren]

Thanks! I thought they added realism.

[Yeeeeaaaah. Just a bit. She'd probably told Harry this little tidbit at some point before-- because dude, she'd been pushed in front of a train by a ghost.]

[harryusedworry]

And we all know how you enjoy making your stories realistic.

[No really dad, I was in my room doing homework...and then a ninja came and ate ALL the cookies!]

[foolishwren]

[HONEST! I even saw a special news bulletin reporting that a ninja escaped from the zoo shortly before it happened!]

I consider that one of my strong points.

[She gives her hair a haughty toss and buffs her nails on her vest.]

[harryusedworry]

That and your vivid imagination.

[foolishwren]

That too.

[harryusedworry]

And your modesty is amazing.

[foolishwren]

I know, right?

I deserve, like, a modesty medal.

[harryusedworry]

We could make you one out of bottle cap and a shoelace. And you could wear it everywhere.

[foolishwren]

[GARAGE SALE MEDAL!]

... I'd do it!

And everyone would be like 'Hey, why are you wearing garbage?'

And I'd just smile.

Modestly.