Neena Thurman (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} feelinglucky) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} academy_x,@ 2010-03-24 16:03:00 |
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When: Wednesday afternoon (surprise)
Where: Front courtyard
What: Neena's jog ends with her blacking out and awakening to one creepy looking school in front of her.
Neena Thurman shivered as her eyes fluttered open, coming to after randomly blacking out. She had been out for her afternoon jog when her consciousness slipped away. Now that she had regained it, she found she had lost something else - a sense of where the hell she was.
Looking down at her gloved hands this brisk spring afternoon, Neena ascertained that she must have been out for a run or some type of outdoor activity with how she was covered in sportswear. As she pushed up to one knee and cracked her back, she could tell she had taken a little spill. She must have fallen, but from where? Because she couldn't remember the building that stood before her. It was an architectural marvel if she thought about it, but really it appeared to be a cross between a mansion and some type of government building or school. There was a flagpole and everything.
Examining it further, Neena walked into the courtyard. She felt like had never seen it before on her jogging route ... whatever route that was. "Woah woah, wait. Stop." Neena instructed herself, closing her eyes and putting a gloved hand to her head. "What was I even doing out here?" The more Neena thought about her present situation, the more panicked she became. She couldn't remember what she was doing here, where she was, her past day ... anything. "Okay, okay. Calm down. You're ... you're..." Neena blanked. She blanked on her own name. Who the hell was she?!
As she began searching for some type of identification on her person, Neena caught a glimpse of herself in the window of the building. She spotted the choppy black hair, as well as an unusual marking on her face. She pulled her glove off and put a hand to it, touching it carefully. Did she have a tattoo? She couldn't remember getting it and it looked so unusual. Then, she noticed her complexion. She thought the reflection had been throwing the color off, but she now had a pure white hand before her eyes.
Neena shrieked.