[Casey] Hello there.

[Heather Montgomery]

"Dear fish,
I demand that I catch you now, so that I can laugh at your misfortune and let you go...Then catch you again and laugh once more. Ah yes, such a vicious circle..

Heather Montgomery muttered such words to herself to fill the silence. She was sitting at the bank near a lake. In her hands was a fishing pole, but no fish. They just weren't biting that day. There were moments though, that a fish would nip and Monty would jig the line. Getting her hopes up, Heather hoped for a catch, but it never happened. The buggers got away before she could hook its ungrateful lip and reel it in. No, Heather didn't eat the fish she caught. She hated seafood. The girl was more a catch and release person.

Sighing, Heather dug the butt of the fishing pole into the ground and leaned back onto her hands, staring out at the water. She glanced to her guitar case and pack. The instrument was tempting, but the curiosity of whether she would catch anything was even moreso tempting. She grumbled under her breath at the water, and absentmindedly took off her black plastic framed glasses, wiping the lenses on her shirt. This action wasn't insanely necessary, but it kept her hands busy besides going through the small bucket of worms she had as bait. Glancing at the bait, Heather's face lit up. Maybe the fish were sick of worms..Possibly seeking some other form of nourishment? A random theory yes, but random was what Heather lived for most days. She chuckled as she thought of the possibility of fish on diets that strictly prohibited worms of any kind. It didn't seem too fair to the dieting fish, but they would have to make do.

Her sarcastic smirk never faded for a moment as she stared out into nothing. She saw a boat in the distance, almost at the other side of the lake. She watched quietly as a man rowed into almost the center of the lake where he'd glance in the water and drop a fishing line. Heather took in her own line, attached a different lure and bobber, some more bait, and cast the line out far. After digging the pole into the ground again, Heather watched the bobber, waiting for it to sink for a second or two. This would indicate that she had a bite. Then, hopefully she could jigger the little bastard and reel him in. After casting, Monty looked toward the fisherman, watching him jump up and reel in a large trout. She watched in disbelief. He'd been there ten minutes! Ten!

"Guess it just isn't my day." Heather said finally, smirking wider and shaking her head. Once again she leaned back onto her hands, watching the man in the boat fish.

[Casey Wilson]

The randomness that was Casey had wandered away from The Hideout just a day or so after she'd gotten there in the first place. She was never good at staying in one place, and the fact that she was now a murderer and would sooner or later be wanted for committing said murder didn't help matters at all. She'd only gotten to the place a day or so ago, in the middle of the night with Mat, after killing her father. He didn't know that though, so far nobody knew about it, and chances were it would be a couple months before anyone knew. Once the bills stopped being paid, and they sent out final warnings, and then came to the door to inform him that they were cutting the cable, hydro, phone line, whichever came first, then they might realize what had happened.

Until then, she was safe, but still nervous, moreso than usual. It wouldn't do to gain freedom, only to lose it to end up in a detention centre. While she shouldn't have ventured from the hideout at all, she wasn't being as stupid and risk taking as normal- she wasn't about to go gallabanting around the city, in plain view where lots of people knew of her as trouble, past trouble, or trouble to come. Once her restlessness had gotten too much to handle at the hideout, she'd gone off exploring, deciding on the lake as an alright place to go. There weren't many people there- they preferred other places, and the lake was rumoured to have leeches, though Casey had yet to get a bloodsucker on her.

Upon approaching the lake in her usual silent, almost stalker worthy fashion, she paused in mid step upon discovering that she didn't have the place to herself. There was another girl there, and some random dude in a boat. That seemed to be it- had there been more people, she would have been out of there before you could say her name. Both of the people at the lake seemed to be trying to fish, only one of them seemed to be succeeding. The one that wasn't seemed to be getting frustrated by the fact that she wasn't succeeding. She watched silently from where she stood as the girl seemed to give up on fishing, admitting defeat and accepting the fact that she couldn't seem to catch anything.

Making a spur of the moment decision, she decided to make her presence known by leaning down, grabbing a rock and chucking it into the water near the girl, sending up a spray of lake water at her. Of course, the rock throwing was followed by a cringe of pain as she managed to jar her broken ribs. Biting her lower lip that was well on it's way to being bitten into oblivion, she sat down on a rock not far away from the other girl, completely ignoring the male in the boat near the other side of the lake.

She didn't say anything though, not quite sure on what you were supposed to say when you chucked a rock into the water, splashing a stranger who had been trying to fish only moments before.
"Did you know bananas are /apparently/ going to be extinct by 2010?" she stated randomly, figuring it was as good a conversation starter as any.

[Heather Montgomery]

"Goddamn fisherman..In his goddamn row boat.. Catching his goddamn fish." Heather mumbled to herself seconds later, no longer smirking to herself. It wasn't normally her to get too frustrated with something so simple as fishing, but, apparently she wasn't aware of her mood that day. She had been rather short with most people these coming days, the days before she left home. Noone was looking for her, or maybe they were, Heather just didn't know it. Either way, her few days on the run hadn't done much for her. Sleeping in covered slides in the park and stealing fishing poles and bait, hoping for whatever 'relaxation' people defined as fishing. Everything had just been so spontaneous. Though, spontaneous was the norm for Monty. From the moment she suddenly decided that she was sick of being at home in a place where she was absolutely miserable and ignored unless something was done incorrectly, she figured that her gut instinct was more important to her now more than ever.

Sighing with a tad bit of frustration, Heather was about to stand, but would be cut short. A rock seemed to have jumped into the water and splashed the leg of her pants, shirt and glasses. Taking the specs off quickly, Heather rushed to clean them. After placing the glasses upon her nose once more, she turned to see who had thrown the rock, knowing very well that it didn't end up in the water on its own accord. Her eyes met those of another girl, sitting on a rock with a strained look upon her face. The girl was silent for a moment, before speaking. Heather's face twisted into a brief look of confusion before smirking and answering the girl. "It's a good thing I'm not a huge fan of bananas then isn't it?" She chuckled slightly and glanced back toward the lake for a moment, not atall phased by the fact that the stranger had thrown a rock into the water, splashed her, and probably scared off the fish that weren't going to bite her line. Heather was in need of some company anyway, the silence was beginning to annoy her.

"So.." Heather began, looking around again at the new comer. "What brings you to this fish less lake on such a fine day?" Her right eyebrow raised slightly in amusement as she looked at the sky. There were threatening clouds in the distance and Heather silently wished a monsoon of rain upon the man in the boat. He was stealing all the fish she wasn't catching, and that just wasn't fair. Aside from the dark clouds though, it was nice out. There was sunshine, and a light breeze. The wind was most definitely welcomed, for it kept the flies away and out of Monty's hair. The new company was also welcomed, though, it bothered Heather a touch that she didn't hear the girl coming. Either the girl was really quiet, or Heather was just too far off into her trance to hear anything that was going on around her, not that it mattered entirely.

"Heather.." She spoke once more, figuring that possibly an introduction would prompt the new comer to speak more. Heather looked at her, the sarcastic smile spreading again before bringing her attention back to the lake, and her failed attempts at fishing.