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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
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Location: Central Park, NY
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
_____ T H EXA R T I S T _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Central Park, NY
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
Soon enough, they were joined by both this guy with a dog and another female, but Heather was momentarily struck by the blonde's accent. Struck enough that she entirely missed the guy - Emerson, see, she had paid attention to something! - speaking as she tried to decipher the accent. Heather had gone to school at a predominantly black institution, but they accepted students from absolutely anywhere, whether they stayed on as long-term, standard four-year undergraduates or simply for a year or two, or even a semester. Tallyho - and Wow, that's, uh, interesting - definitely didn't sound like any of the students whose homeland Heather could name easily. But her accent, the pronunciation and the slight pause she gave in between words - as if the way they spoke now was the confusing one and not at all the way she would speak at home - made space in Heather's brain for her to consider that the girl was definitely not from anywhere nearby, and especially not America.
"Oh, so are you and your family staying in New - ?" Of course, just as she was getting ready to inquire if her deduction was correct, what Emerson said actually caught up to her, having been filed away in her mind when she had been thinking but needing to be acknowledged now that she didn't technically need to figure something out. Which meant she turned to him narrowed eyes, the corners of her mouth not trying to lift out of genuine surprise of his own deduction."Stockholm syndrome? Really, dude?" She asked, unable to not chuckle. It felt more like an exhalation of disbelief, but at least he could say - even after she shook her head - that Heather wasn't randomly angry with him for it. It was just...an odd thing to conclude without actually talking to someone and though it was an option - there were a lot of sex trafficking stories that she had dug up about both Atlanta and New York during her projects with the women's studies department - it wasn't the first one. Tallyho just seemed really lost and definitely not dressed for it.
A small summer breeze stole through the air and Heather patted down a curly-coily stray strand of baby hair against her temple, glancing at the newcomer. Another female, less lost than Tallyho and asking questions. It brought Heather's attention to the tree in question, which was a weird point of interest since she hadn't seen Tallyho when she had been stuck in. Hadn't seen her until they collided into each other, so it was puzzling that everyone was talking about tree climbing. "She's not - " Heather stopped addressing the newcomer then, feeling a bit rude when there was clearly a person asking for help. She'd clearly hate it if someone talked around her - over her - when she was literally in their face. Probably would've snapped at someone. So, she gave Tallyho her full attention, speaking again. "Sorry, shit, you are literally right here and - are you and your family staying in New York or something? Is your hotel nearby? Do you think you could remember which one it is if I take you to it?"
"Oh, so are you and your family staying in New - ?" Of course, just as she was getting ready to inquire if her deduction was correct, what Emerson said actually caught up to her, having been filed away in her mind when she had been thinking but needing to be acknowledged now that she didn't technically need to figure something out. Which meant she turned to him narrowed eyes, the corners of her mouth not trying to lift out of genuine surprise of his own deduction."Stockholm syndrome? Really, dude?" She asked, unable to not chuckle. It felt more like an exhalation of disbelief, but at least he could say - even after she shook her head - that Heather wasn't randomly angry with him for it. It was just...an odd thing to conclude without actually talking to someone and though it was an option - there were a lot of sex trafficking stories that she had dug up about both Atlanta and New York during her projects with the women's studies department - it wasn't the first one. Tallyho just seemed really lost and definitely not dressed for it.
A small summer breeze stole through the air and Heather patted down a curly-coily stray strand of baby hair against her temple, glancing at the newcomer. Another female, less lost than Tallyho and asking questions. It brought Heather's attention to the tree in question, which was a weird point of interest since she hadn't seen Tallyho when she had been stuck in. Hadn't seen her until they collided into each other, so it was puzzling that everyone was talking about tree climbing. "She's not - " Heather stopped addressing the newcomer then, feeling a bit rude when there was clearly a person asking for help. She'd clearly hate it if someone talked around her - over her - when she was literally in their face. Probably would've snapped at someone. So, she gave Tallyho her full attention, speaking again. "Sorry, shit, you are literally right here and - are you and your family staying in New York or something? Is your hotel nearby? Do you think you could remember which one it is if I take you to it?"