Another Time Another Place [Closed]

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The man’s brow was furrowed with open worry—he didn’t remember much about her, but her frailty … well, that was familiar enough for him, strangely enough. When she pushed away his concerns, the splicer merely frowned, but kept silent. He hoped she’d be okay, or that she’d rest. She really was worrying him—and for someone he supposedly didn’t remember, the feeling came easily.

“Jack. M’name’s Jack Wynand.” The false name rolled off his tongue, easy as butter. More often than not, lying was not Jack’s forte—but in a way, he wasn’t lying. He truly didn’t consider himself Andrew Ryan’s son. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Rainsworth. Or… t’see you again, I guess.” He sighed, when he thought of the reason why their memories were so fouled up. The scientists—and they were the reason for their whole mess in the first place.

“Can’t blame yourself—if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame the scientists.” After several moments, he decided to speak once more. He tried to speak a little more forcefully, letting his worry bleed into his voice.

“I… y’should sit down, Miss.” He looked around at the mostly-empty street, past the crowds and at the storefronts on either side. “Why don’t we… find us a cafe, or something?” 

“Jack…” She repeated slowly. The name certainly did sound familiar, and not just because of the knowledge of a Jack in her world, albeit, a dead Jack. She gave a small not at the name. The smile never wavering. Clearing her throat, she moved her hands to rest relaxed at her sides. She knew that the scientists were to blame for the lack of memories, they explained as much themselves, but she still did feel the slight need to apologize.

Shelly glanced around casually following his gaze for several moments, before sighing. “Thank you, Mr. Wynand.” She felt fine, but she wasn’t about to brush away the concern again. Though the relaxed air about her should have been enough to ease any worries. “I’m quite alright, but thank you for the concern.”

Once again her eyes traveled up and down the street. Now, where did she remember seeing a cafe? It was close by, wasn’t it? She tapped a finger against her lips. “I believe there was a cafe not that far around the corner. She pointed in the direction she had come from. Not that she could be certain, but she thought she’d seen one.

(Source: ashenlady)

Another Time Another Place [Closed]

twobitheroics:

A day or so had passed since Jack’s return to Hive City, and it had been a quiet one—save the run-in with some thugs, who had been little trouble for the veteran assassin. If anything, it had been nice to stretch his legs. It had been a good way to distract himself from the murky mess of memories in his mind—at least for a few minutes.

Now, as before, he was trapped in a constant state of half-remembrance. He knew these streets, faces would strike him as familiar… but it was all so distant. It was quite confusing for the man.

To alleviate that, Jack had set his mind on practical things. For the past day or so, he had been trying to get a job, since he couldn’t rely on the stupidity of his foes for a reliable source of income. He was thinking about applying for work at the gun store that he saw… or maybe lending his hand at the Public Safety Bureau…

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard a woman’s voice cry out behind him. Moments later, he felt a warmth against his arm. He turned to see a woman, dressed in an outlandishly old-fashioned dress, one hand on his arm. She was… smiling at him? And then it clicked. Again, here was someone he knew—or at least, someone he was supposed to know. Murky memories and emotions began to trickle through his mind, though he was rather distracted by the hand on his arm.

“Ah… Hello.” A flash of recognition appeared on the man’s face as he smiled at Shelly. “I… I know you, don’t I?” He gave her another sheepish smile. “Um, miss, this is mighty strange, but… I can’t seem to… recall… y’know… your name. It’s horribly rude, but, you know, it’s the scientists? Y-yeah.”

“I…” He frowned with worry when she coughed violently. “Are you all right, miss?”

For several moments she continued to cling onto his arm. Her breath still coming in laboured spurts. Certainly she was unfit. Then again she hardly went out for a jog or run, or had to do any labourious activities on a regular basis, so she had very good reasons for being so out of breath.

When she managed to regain her breath she waved her hand in a dismissive fashion. “I’m quite alright,” a light, airy note in her voice. Amiable smile fixed on her face. The more she stared the more she felt that she knew him. But it seemed that just as her memories had been tampered with so too had his.

“It’s quite alright, you see… I feel the same way.” She gave a slight crusty. “Shelly Rainsworth, it’s uh…” What was the best way to phrase it? She wasn’t quite sure. “Nice to see you again?” Even as she spoke the words it was only with an uncertain tone. Certainly the feeling of familiarity couldn’t be wrong. Nor could the little snippets of memories. But she still barely remembered the man before her.

Looking a little sheepish she allowed her gaze to float downward to her skirts. “My apologize, but… I can’t seem to recall your name either.” Realizing she had the firm grip on his arm she lowered her hand to her side, folding them in delicately in front of her skirts.

(Source: ashenlady)

Another Time Another Place [Closed]

The more she found herself wondering through the streets of the city, the more familiar things slowly began to feel. Small little memories occasionally coming back, not many of them were happy experiences. But there were a few good ones. More often than not she found herself wondering the sector where she was assigned the last time she was here. Occasionally the pink gaze would wonder over unrecognizable faces, trying to spot someone familiar. Last time there was Xerxes, and even Sharon here, but this time? She had yet to see them.

Leaning against a building and letting out a few shuddering coughs she realized it was almost time for her to take a break. There was no point in pushing herself. Jobless at the moment she really wasn’t in the best condition to take care of herself if she did get sick.

Leaning her back against the building she closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before letting out a heavy sigh. Looking around one last time she was ready to return home. That was until she spotted someone… familiar. Lips parted as she straightened herself. Head tilting to one side as the corner now blocked her sight of the man she was certain she knew.

Pulling away from the wall, her hands grabbed two fistfuls of her elaborate lilac skirts before breaking out in a light jog in the direction the male had been in. Turning the corner her eyes searched through the crowd. “Excuse me!” The noblewoman called out breathlessly, sprinting a few more feet until she drew closer to the male. “Excuse me.” She called again softly, a hand reaching out to latch onto his arm. The rest of herself doubling over to catch her breath. Even that short of a spring left her out of air. And a few more coughs escaped.

A smile fixed onto her face as she straightened to look at the man she had grabbed a hold of. Most certainly familiar. That made her smile brighten a fair bit more.

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Finding Home (Intro/Open)

This wasn’t the first time that she had seen this place. Standing in the room with the screen, the woman listened through the boy’s explanation. The place certainly was familiar, but the memories of this place were a little fuzzy. They were hard to recall clearly.

The woman found herself wandering out into the city. Eyes shifting over the familiar city. Lips parting in slight awe. No matter how many times she saw the city she had always been shocked by the advancement in technology. It was so different from back home. Hands folded neatly in front of the elaborate skirts. So this was the first sector. She had avoided this place most of the time, simply from what she had heard about it’s tendency of changing constantly. It would be much more difficult to navigate within this place.

Stopping at every few corners she found herself reading the street names. Letting out a sigh, pink eyes scanned the crowd. She should just keep making her way to the center of the sector. But where exactly was that?

“Excuse me?” The woman reached out a hand to touch the arm of the nearest person in hopes of gaining their attention. “Would you happen to know where the apartment complex is?” There was a note of hope in her voice.

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