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Social etiquette dictated that it was my duty to receive the boy's, Ian's, hand and thus I did receive the handshake. Truth be told the rapid pace of the handshake was little annoying, but I neither voiced nor displayed such thoughts. It would do mean little good to go around creating enemies, especially when they all seemed as lost as I was. "Yes," I responded when the handshake finally stopped, "I do believe that it'd be in our best interests to work together for now. I sincerely look forward to it."
That's a lie.
I did take a minute to look over my newfound acquaintances. First off we had Ian, the man appeared to be rather friendly, if a little obnoxious. Perhaps excitable is a better turn, but at this point I was quite sure which was the dominating aspect of his personality. The next girl, Kotori, was rather mysterious. She struck me as the quieter sort, and her comment about being watched was a little too cryptic for my tastes. I should also note that she appeared to be an artist, but I doubt that would have much impact on her overall usefulness. Finally there was Emilie, another one of the friendly, ditzy sort. Much like the others, I needed more time to gauge her abilities. Although there was one thing that I needed to know, and tiptoeing around the subject would do no good.
"Forgive me for the blunt nature of my question," I began in an attempt to hopefully to get their attention, "But how much do you all remember?" If my hunch was correct we had all lost our memories and if that was true then there must be something even larger at work. I sincerely hoped that was not the case and that I'd merely hit my head on that tree and fallen unconscious, because if there was something larger at work than the odds of recovering my memories decreased dramatically and I wasn't sure if I appreciated that outcome. Whatever my past may be, I was certain that I wanted to remember it.
That's a lie.
I did take a minute to look over my newfound acquaintances. First off we had Ian, the man appeared to be rather friendly, if a little obnoxious. Perhaps excitable is a better turn, but at this point I was quite sure which was the dominating aspect of his personality. The next girl, Kotori, was rather mysterious. She struck me as the quieter sort, and her comment about being watched was a little too cryptic for my tastes. I should also note that she appeared to be an artist, but I doubt that would have much impact on her overall usefulness. Finally there was Emilie, another one of the friendly, ditzy sort. Much like the others, I needed more time to gauge her abilities. Although there was one thing that I needed to know, and tiptoeing around the subject would do no good.
"Forgive me for the blunt nature of my question," I began in an attempt to hopefully to get their attention, "But how much do you all remember?" If my hunch was correct we had all lost our memories and if that was true then there must be something even larger at work. I sincerely hoped that was not the case and that I'd merely hit my head on that tree and fallen unconscious, because if there was something larger at work than the odds of recovering my memories decreased dramatically and I wasn't sure if I appreciated that outcome. Whatever my past may be, I was certain that I wanted to remember it.
Yeah sorry, I should have a post up within an hour.
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~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus RP
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'm interested for sure.
What's a human?
Can I eat it?
Can I eat it?
Yeah I was referring to Ian, Emilie, and Kotori.
Sorry about not making that clearer.
Sorry about not making that clearer.
Are you guys calling Suzumi a flat character?
I'll just see myself out.
I'll just see myself out.
And my post is finally up.
Wind.
The first thing I remember was the cool summer breeze gently brushing against my cheeks. It was an oddly soothing feeling, like a comforting hand waking me up after a long and unpleasant sleep. I don't know how, nor why, I've ended up lying here on the ground. No the grass, I was lying on grass still damp from the morning dew. I opened my eyes and the blinding sun forced me to shut them once more. I must have been sleeping for quite a while, but I still can't remember why. Indeed I can't seem to remember much of anything at all.
I tried opening my eyes again. Slowly, this time, no sense in repeating the same mistake. This time my eyes weren't taken by surprise and I was able to glimpse the serene blue sky above. Just as slowly my eyes began to take in the rest of the world, it would seem they were just as drowsy as my mind. I began to make out large stumps, no, I made out trees. I was surrounded by them, trees rising up all around. It was a jungle, no wait, it was a forest. That was the term.
Why couldn't I remember anything before the breeze?
It was far too surreal, when you lack a past, how do you move into the future and live in the present. To be ripped of my memories, after all I must have possessed them before right? I wasn't a newborn, at least I didn't think so, they word didn't feel like an apt descriptor of me. Then who was I and how did I lose my memory? Just how was I supposed to move forward without a past?
Stop and focus.
Right, I needed to breath, my mind was still intact so there must have been some sort of explanation. Focusing on what ifs and odd philosophies was useless to me, I needed information, I needed to find the proper approach. And for now, the first thing I needed to figure out was who I am.
Brock
Yes, Brock that was what would be considered to be my name, but that wasn't all right? I had a last name didn't I, my brain seemed to tell me that such a thing is the norm.
Warren
Right, it sounded right, I think. My name was Brock Warren then? In that case I needed to figure out the next piece of information. Questions like where I was from, where I was, what was my life is like, but nothing came. I waited and waited, but my mind remained blank. It seemed answers would not come that easy, so I'd set them aside for now and focus more on my surroundings. It was then that I saw some pieces of paper, no it wasn't quite paper they had a different name.
Cards.
Right, they were called playing cards, my sense of the world was slowly returning to me. So I reached out with my hand and took hold of the deck of cards. Somehow it just felt right, like these cards represented some part of me. However such ideals are rather nonsensical, so I instead preferred to focus on practical aspect of the cards. Finally sitting up, I played with the deck and it soon became apparent that my muscle memory was still very much intact. The cards flew through my fingertips as I practiced different shuffles and ways of making them disappear.
It wasn't until I was done with my experimentation that I finally resolved to stand up completely. There was little point in remaining in these unfamiliar woods for much longer, I needed to head out. So logically, I began walking away in a direction I hoped would lead to a clearing, and while that wish did not occur, I did find something just as interesting. Other human beings were clustered around and engaged in what I assumed to be idle and pointless chitchat.
Be polite.
Right, I needed to be polite, I couldn't forget that, the social aspects of human beings required the following of certain societal norms, even the ones that made no logical sense. "Hello there," I waved, "A pleasure to meet some fellow humans, would any of you perchance know where we are?"
The first thing I remember was the cool summer breeze gently brushing against my cheeks. It was an oddly soothing feeling, like a comforting hand waking me up after a long and unpleasant sleep. I don't know how, nor why, I've ended up lying here on the ground. No the grass, I was lying on grass still damp from the morning dew. I opened my eyes and the blinding sun forced me to shut them once more. I must have been sleeping for quite a while, but I still can't remember why. Indeed I can't seem to remember much of anything at all.
I tried opening my eyes again. Slowly, this time, no sense in repeating the same mistake. This time my eyes weren't taken by surprise and I was able to glimpse the serene blue sky above. Just as slowly my eyes began to take in the rest of the world, it would seem they were just as drowsy as my mind. I began to make out large stumps, no, I made out trees. I was surrounded by them, trees rising up all around. It was a jungle, no wait, it was a forest. That was the term.
Why couldn't I remember anything before the breeze?
It was far too surreal, when you lack a past, how do you move into the future and live in the present. To be ripped of my memories, after all I must have possessed them before right? I wasn't a newborn, at least I didn't think so, they word didn't feel like an apt descriptor of me. Then who was I and how did I lose my memory? Just how was I supposed to move forward without a past?
Stop and focus.
Right, I needed to breath, my mind was still intact so there must have been some sort of explanation. Focusing on what ifs and odd philosophies was useless to me, I needed information, I needed to find the proper approach. And for now, the first thing I needed to figure out was who I am.
Brock
Yes, Brock that was what would be considered to be my name, but that wasn't all right? I had a last name didn't I, my brain seemed to tell me that such a thing is the norm.
Warren
Right, it sounded right, I think. My name was Brock Warren then? In that case I needed to figure out the next piece of information. Questions like where I was from, where I was, what was my life is like, but nothing came. I waited and waited, but my mind remained blank. It seemed answers would not come that easy, so I'd set them aside for now and focus more on my surroundings. It was then that I saw some pieces of paper, no it wasn't quite paper they had a different name.
Cards.
Right, they were called playing cards, my sense of the world was slowly returning to me. So I reached out with my hand and took hold of the deck of cards. Somehow it just felt right, like these cards represented some part of me. However such ideals are rather nonsensical, so I instead preferred to focus on practical aspect of the cards. Finally sitting up, I played with the deck and it soon became apparent that my muscle memory was still very much intact. The cards flew through my fingertips as I practiced different shuffles and ways of making them disappear.
It wasn't until I was done with my experimentation that I finally resolved to stand up completely. There was little point in remaining in these unfamiliar woods for much longer, I needed to head out. So logically, I began walking away in a direction I hoped would lead to a clearing, and while that wish did not occur, I did find something just as interesting. Other human beings were clustered around and engaged in what I assumed to be idle and pointless chitchat.
Be polite.
Right, I needed to be polite, I couldn't forget that, the social aspects of human beings required the following of certain societal norms, even the ones that made no logical sense. "Hello there," I waved, "A pleasure to meet some fellow humans, would any of you perchance know where we are?"
Working on my post as well, should be done fairly soon.
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