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Tweak says, "Needs moar asylums"

emma is not a very good amazon (ex_amazonian45) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-03-17 23:42:00

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connor temple, emma winchester

While everyone else was busy either talking about the situation over their PDAs, or doing their part to help others, Lydia was busy familiarizing herself with the city as well as the inhabitants who did seem to have their memories in tact. She had noticed, the day before, that someone had pointed out the people with memories, but she had figured it out much sooner than that and saw no reason to share her information with either the woman who had made the observation nor to anyone else. In fact, Lydia really saw no reason to speak to much of anyone who was currently amnesiac. They just didn't interest her very much. Not when they didn't know anything about themselves.

Was it hypocritical, considering she didn't know anything about herself either? Yes. A bit. She would freely admit that. However, what she did know was that there was something in her that made her curl her lip in vague disgust at how helpless they all seemed. The fact that there were beings in the city who weren't helpless, who had jobs and memories and lives? Well, those were the ones she thought might be worth a bit of her time.

The only problem was, trying to strike up a conversation with veritable strangers when you had nothing personal to add to the conversation wasn't the easiest of things to do. But that hardly stopped her because, apparently, one of her particular skill sets was a pretty good ability to lie on the spot. Which meant she was more than capable of making up her own life story, improvising as she went depending on the circumstances, and the only thing she really had to keep straight was the name she'd given herself.

Well that, and making sure she didn't lose control of her temper and seriously hurt someone. But, after her first night there - when she'd backhanded some guy through a wall for trying to get handsy with her - she'd managed to find a way to keep herself in check. The fact that she instinctively could fight, that her mind - as muddled as it was in the memory department - could pull up various techniques and battle strategies at a moment's notice, helped. It was much easier to avoid getting into sticky situations that would pit her against the police force when she knew her triggers. And if ever there was a trigger for her, it was some smarmy guy who thought he was superior.

Why she felt that way, she didn't know. She didn't really care, either. It was a feeling, almost something instinctive for her, and she wasn't going to question it. Instead, she was going to keep right on doing as much information gathering as she could and, sooner or later, figure out some way to fix whatever had been done to her. Then she was going to find whoever was responsible and beat them to death with their own arms.

All-in-all, it seemed like a pretty good plan. In fact, it was enough to bring a slight smirk to her face as she stepped out of the restaurant where she'd had dinner and turned up the collar of her coat against the cool night air. Or maybe the smirk was due to the sight of a guy across the street getting the crap kicked out of him. That was entirely a possibility too.

Either way, though, it wasn't important. What was important was finding some way to spend the rest of her night. And that's precisely what she set out to do as she turned on her heel and made her way down the sidewalk, wondering who, or what, she might discover this time.

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nerdynotflirty
2013-03-20 04:44 am UTC (link)

The network was flooded with people talking, freaking out, or trying to calm everyone down about this mass memory loss. Not a single person didn’t have something to say on the matter. It didn’t matter that they had lost their memories, they were still trying to make attachments. People assuming family and/or friends within the groups they had woken up in. It was only natural for people to want to cling onto something or someone. To make it easier to accept what was happening to them. Truthfully it was better than dealing with the mass amnesia all by themselves.

It seemed like everyone had been affected by whatever this was. Only that wasn’t the case. They would simply have to walk out the door to realize there was a whole city of people with their memories intact. They seemed to be going about their daily lives like what was happening on the network was nothing. As if it wasn’t happening at all.

It was definitely something to look into.

Nick looked down at the three dinosaurs at his feet for a moment. He still didn’t know what to make of them but thinking about what they meant was starting to give him a major headache. He tossed some lettuce onto the ground for them to eat and then ran out the door to try to figure something out.

This couldn’t have just happened out of the blue.

Nick was determined to find some answers if it killed him. He walked out of the almost empty apartment building. Looking back for a split second to think of where everyone else was that lived there. Had they woke up somewhere else and didn’t remember how to get home? Strange to think that someone could just forget where they lived or if they lived with someone. Nick had pet dinosaurs in his apartment. Some of these people could have pets or small children starving in their now abandoned apartments. He didn’t want to think about that.

He lightly sighed as he turned back and began to walk in no direction in particular. He was looking for answers but didn’t know how or where to find them. It was better than just thinking about solutions up in his apartment... which was getting him nowhere.

Turning the corner he almost ran into a young blonde-ish woman. “I’m so sorry,” he said in an accent. Something he hadn’t forgotten, thankfully. It told him a little about himself which was better than nothing. "I didn't see you there."

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ex_amazonian45
2013-03-22 03:10 am UTC (link)

There were a few things that Lydia knew with absolute certainty. The first one was that her name was not Lydia. Yes, it was a name that sounded familiar to her, that evoked strong emotions, but it definitely wasn't her name. Not really.

The second thing she was certain about was that she wasn't human. Yes, she could pass as one with the best of them, but she wasn't one. She didn't know what she was, wasn't sure how to even begin figuring it out, but she knew that she wasn't human. And her lack of humanity was the driving force behind the third, and final, thing that she knew with every fiber of her being.

She was hungry.

It wasn't a normal hunger. That had been easily satiated with a burger and some fries. No, this was a primal hunger, a driving force inside of her that she could neither identify nor even begin to understand. There was just something in her, something that made her yearn in a way that was all-encompassing. As though the only thing that mattered, the only reason for her even existing, was to do... something to ease that ache even if she couldn't put a name to it. And, so far, not a single person she'd come across seemed to be the right candidate to help her with that.

These were the thoughts that were running through Lydia's mind as she neared a corner only to almost run into someone. Pausing in her tracks, she shoved down the initial surge of anger that she felt at having been pulled from said thoughts, and offered the guy standing there a wary look along with a tip of her head. "It's fine," she replied simply, at first, before tilting her head slightly to the side.

Was he someone like her, who didn't have his memories, or was he someone who did? The question was one that she needed answered, even if she couldn't quite explain why. So before she offered her name, or anything else that would give away whether she had her memories or was one of the people who didn't have a PDA yet knew who they were, she asked pointedly, "Any idea why we're here?"

It was a simple enough test. If he had his memories, he'd turn into a veritable blank slate at the question. If he didn't have his memories, he wouldn't. It wasn't quite the way she wanted to get an answer - she'd much rather grab him by the throat and shove him against a wall, then wait to see if he started pleading for his life by naming off relatives that he had waiting for him at home or something - but it was a way to find out without drawing attention to herself. Which was what she was aiming for... for now.

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nerdynotflirty
2013-03-22 09:21 am UTC (link)

Nick couldn’t believe that he was so deep in his own mind that he almost bumped into the young woman. It brought up the question of if this was normal for him. Did he usually daydream while he was walking? Did he normally run into a bunch of strangers? He wasn’t sure that he wanted to be one of those people. Maybe that was why he noticed strange looks from some of the people that he passed by. He had bumped into them and maybe didn’t even apologize for doing so like he did with this young lady.

“I didn’t bump into you, did I?” he asked not having felt himself bump into her. It didn’t mean that he hadn’t. There could have been a light brush against her.

He didn’t know why he felt that he needed to apologize so much. He felt bad for something but he wasn’t sure what. He didn’t even know if it had anything to do with almost running into this girl.

It was at that time that he realized that she didn’t know how she was either. She had asked why they were there and the town’s people hadn’t asked any type of question. That meant she was like him, unsure. “No,” he answered. “I mean, I tried to look back on that network but couldn’t find any answers.” He knew that it probably wasn’t the answer that she wanted to hear. No one wanted to be told that there was no answer to the question or maybe there was but no one knew it.

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ex_amazonian45
2013-03-23 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Wow. Okay. The guy was definitely concerned. Lydia felt a slight surge of annoyance at that. What was with these people being so caring and considerate? It was pathetic. Still. He was cute enough, she supposed, and he didn't seem quite as annoying as the majority of those posting on the network. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a conversation with him. Until something better came along or he seriously surprised her and turned out to have some amazing talent, that is.

Offering him a small smile, she tucked some hair behind her ear as she shook her head. "No, you didn't bump me," she assured him, leaving off the part about how he could have probably run into her full-force and it might not have mattered much. It was easier to talk to someone when they didn't know what she could do. Of that much, she was certain.

Stepping a bit closer to give a couple passing by enough room to get around them, Lydia's smile grew a bit at his answer. He really was adorable in a geeky sort of way. Not her type, she didn't think, but if there was ever a time to get to know someone she might not otherwise, while being amnesiac seemed the time to do it.

"It was a test," she explained with a light laugh. "If you ask some of the people that question, they..." Well, it was really easier to see than to explain so, turning, Lydia grasped a gentleman by his arm and gave him a smile. "Excuse me, sir," she said, "but could you tell me why we're here?"

The man paused, the recognition of talking to a pretty girl disappearing as a clear look of blankness filled his face. "That is for you to find out," he replied, monotone, before turning from her and continuing on his way with slow, steady steps that gave no indication he even knew where he was any longer. Turning away from him, knowing he would snap out of it within a few seconds, Lydia gave the other amnesiac a pointed grin. "See?" she replied. "The ones who react like that are the ones with memories."

Another pause, this time just long enough to draw in a breath, and she extended her hand toward him. "I'm Lydia, by the way," she introduced herself. "Or, at least, that's the name I'm going by right now. What about you?"

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nerdynotflirty
2013-03-25 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Nick still didn't know why he felt the need to apologizing in such detail. He wasn't about to go into why with someone he had just met.

"Oh, good," he said with a sweet smile on his face.

They had just met and already he was being tested. That didn't seem fair especially since he lost all his memory.

He watched as the young woman turned to one of the seemingly normal people that remembered who they were. It was a simple enough question. He didn't put his hopes up that the stranger knew the answer. There wasn't a 'no', 'I don't know' or 'what are you talking about?'. There was something not really expected.

Was that how they looked when they first forgot who they were? Well probably not, at least he didn't think. From what he had read most people just woke up not remembering who they were. They weren't asked a question and then forgot everything. Not... that they would remember that.

This was giving him a headache.

"That wasn't creepy at all," he said as he watched the man walk away.

She was smart enough to try to ask the other people that lived there. It was something anyone on the network had talked about. Then again, they might have repressed the creepy answer. He would have. "I've been going by Nick," he said as he extended his hand towards her. "It's nice to meet you, Lydia."

The only thing that was bothering him when he was talking to Lydia was the fact they could have met before. Different names, maybe even had been friends. Like with the people on the network that were wondering about family and friends. He could be someone’s family. He could be skimming by his best friends network call for help and he simply set down the pda to explore outside. He didn’t get to know any of that.

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