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[dontshootmebro]

Who: Cybil Bennett and Cheryl/Heather Mason
Where: a coffee shop in Violet City
When: Saturday the 12, sometime after Heather and the gang arrive
Summary: Cybil has been looking for a little girl. And that little girl is here and...a good decade older. And doesn't have black hair anymore either. And is running around calling herself Heather...it's

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SCREW SLEEPIN', RP IS MORE FUN

[foolishwren]

When she had last talked to the person she'd come to this city to meet, she had mentioned that she'd probably need a bit of sleep before she was ready to even walk down the street, much less hold a coherent conversation with someone important.

But after the haggard trio of travelers had dragged their sorry rears into town and crashed in their respective hotel rooms, Heather found herself as awake as if someone had a gun pointed at her.

She'd expected to be a little nervous-- even very nervous, but the sheer volume of the stomach-butterflies she was getting went sort of beyond the plain old I've-got-a-math-exam-and-I-didn't-study-for-it-HALP type of anxiety that most people might get over something like this. Pacing didn't help much. Neither did pulling a pillow over her head. Quite the contrary, all that did was wake Cujo up and convince him that it was Trainer's Face Has Mysteriously Disappeared and Now it is Up to Me to Find It time, which was about as restful as it sounded

IT'S TOO BAD I PASSED OUT AFTER POSTING THIS FFFFFF

[dontshootmebro]

Cybil turns her focus of attention away from the window and towards the voice, recognizing the lanky blonde almost immediately. Thank god for those video posts, or else Cybil would have a pretty tough time believing that this was the girl who had run off all those years ago. She didn't even fit Harry's description anymore.

But, she was willing to swallow her skepticism for a moment and offer the teenager a smile, motioning to the seat in front of her. "It's all yours."

Her cup of coffee was almost done after those fifteen minutes of waiting, but it was still warm in her hand as some silence passed between the two of them. Cybil really just wanted to take everything in an assess the situation. Unlike Heather, she did not feel nervous, though there was a slight feeling of loss as she looked the girl over. If she was who she said she is, the fact that all those years go by kind of gave Cybil a good kick in the head about the future. Her future. And what would become of her after that town

LOL IT'S OKAY I DIDN'T ACTUALLY WIND UP LASTING TOO LONG MYSELF

[foolishwren]

Yep, little Cheryl was all grown up now, and not quite the cutie pie she was when she was seven. But hey, at least she didn't have pierced everything and tattoos all over the place, right

[dontshootmebro]

Cybil finishes her coffee as the blond sitting across from her talks, and slides the cup to her side, interlocking her fingers as she listens. She's trying her best to look as not-imposing as possible, aware of how wary some people are of cops but...considering she was wearing her uniform after finally finding a place to wash it, it was kind of difficult to come across as a simple listener.

So Cheryl hadn't told many people her real name. Cybil wondered if it was out of some kind of habit, or if it was because she didn't like her real name. Some kids do that, going around creating nicknames they wish they were named. But again, she was mentally weighing all her options and while something as simple as a name shouldn't bother her...

Well, there was nothing simple about a name. It was your identity. To have more than one was suspicious. But she wasn't exactly doubtful that this teenager sitting before her was who she said she was. In fact, she was...as certain as she could be without any logical explanation. This girl knew a lot