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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 5, 2011 18:15:10 GMT -5
The Sol System, just passing the Oort Cloud
The Doctor stared irritably at his jacket, some three meters below his outstretched fingertips. It might not have mattered if he could read it, since the aliens had spent an inordinate amount of time rummaging through the pockets and removing every object with any sort of power source - his screwdriver, his tablet, even his iPod. But having it at hand would have made him feel better.
Also, he was developing a headache.
Most of it was due to increased blood pressure in the brain, caused by hanging upside down. Some of it was due to stress. And a little, just a little, was due to irritation.
"Susan!" he snapped, twisting left to look at his granddaughter - hanging in a similar postion. "I admit that I haven't been the best or the most responsible of grandparents. But I have no idea who these aliens are, I have never met them before, and I resent the implication that I brought them into your life simply to cause you further grief!"
He inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, computing the cube roots of 1 through 10 to try and relax.
"Now, if the two of you don't mind, can we focus on trying to escape?"
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 5, 2011 20:25:48 GMT -5
Susan was not a happy camper. Maybe being forced into a strange spaceship wouldn’t have been so irritatingly terrible, if it hadn’t been for her present company. Well – she didn’t have a problem with the girl. It was the Doctor that was grinding on Susan’s nerves, despite the fact that he hadn’t been very talkative since they’d gotten into this mess. She was the one doing the talking, and she was doing a lot of it. She had been ranting so long that she had simply stopped listening to herself, the familiar motion of lips opening and shutting and tongue pressing to create sounds comforting her as she hung upside-down on a foreign ship.
Her hands were currently being used to keep her dress held down, face flushed red both from embarrassment and the fact they were, well, upside down. “You know,” she said, looking to the right to fix a glare at her grandfather, “they wouldn’t be interested in us if it weren’t for you,” she said.
“Susan!” he returned. She looked over at him, mildly surprised that he had interrupted her rant. “I admit that I haven’t been the best or the most responsible of grandparents.”
“Glad we agree.”
“But I have no idea who these aliens are, I have never met them before, and I resent the implication that I brought them into your life simply to cause you further grief!” he finished.
Susan was silent for only a moment.
“I blame you for this.”
“Now, if the two of you don’t mind, can we focus on trying to escape?”
Susan glanced over at Kenzi, and then to the Doctor. “Well, first we should probably figure out what you did to them. Ah, I mean, what they want from us,” she said. “Assuming we want to take the diplomatic approach. Although I am curious as to why they want you – I mean, us,” she corrected. “We could kill them.”
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 5, 2011 21:12:59 GMT -5
This sucked, this so sucked big time. She was trapped, in a spaceship of all places, upside down. Long black hair hung down toward the ground, face reddened from blood flowing to her brain, icy blue eyes fixated on in front of her as she, along with The Doctor and Susan dangled from the ceiling. Kenzi stayed silent for several moments before looking over at Susan who'd been rambling quite a bit, apparently she and the Doctor had some issues they needed to work out or something?
"If you want to we can do a therapist thing, you two talk about whats bothering you and I listen." she suggested, a grin slipping onto her face. "I'm totally qualified." she stated, a lie but she as a con artist, its what she did. Her eyes moved back to Susan as the other women began to speak.
“You know,” she said, looking to the right to fix a glare at her grandfather, “they wouldn’t be interested in us if it weren’t for you,” she said.
“Susan!” The Doctor had interupted “I admit that I haven’t been the best or the most responsible of grandparents.” This Doctor sure knew when to apologize didn't he.
"O.k I....I can just zone out now if you want me to." Kenzi offered. To her surprise, Susan had agreed with her grandfather in that he was not that responsible. "K...never mind, I retract the last offer." she stated
“But I have no idea who these aliens are, I have never met them before, and I resent the implication that I brought them into your life simply to cause you further grief!” the Doctor had finished, either not hearing or not taking any weight into Kenzi's offer to ignore them, she'd been lying when she had offered it so if he knew that before she had even realized it...then he was good!
Silence filled the small room they were being held in as Kenzi thought about what to say, had The Doctor caused this, did he just not remember....then again it could just as well have been her fault.
The silence lifted as Susan spoke once more still not directing the conversation toward the other female in the room.
“I blame you for this.”
“Now, if the two of you don’t mind, can we focus on trying to escape?” The Doctor had asked or stated, Kenzi didn't know which. A laugh escaped Kenzi's lips as the blood rushed to her head. If enough blood built up would she like, bleed from her ears or something?
"Dude, little late on the escape plan makin' I've been doing that the whole time you guys were having your little...family....thing." Kenzi explained before stopping, she couldn't think of words anymore...too much blood in her brain.
Her vision blurred as she hung there and began to fade into and back out of darkness. She wouldn't pass out, she couldn't, not till someone else did that was the rule. Stay up longer then everyone else so you weren't double crossed. That was rule 23 on the street. Turning to Susan as she'd asked the question of were they going to be diplomatic or not, Kenzi smiled a little "I like that idea...'s cool, you do good cop, I'll do bad....not cop." she said, voice losing its strength, she had to sit up or something.
Moving herself, using all her muscles Kenzi pulled herself up a little so her head wasn't facing the ground anymore and she feel the blood stop pooling in her head, for now...it wouldn't work for long though as she slumped back down. "I have an idea!" she finally proclaimed, all blood from previously rushing back to her head. "We....call the FEDS!" she explained simply. "I'm pretty sure the space cops don't want...." she stopped herself, realizing what she had been about to divulge and shut her mouth.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 6, 2011 4:05:25 GMT -5
Sol-3
36 hours earlier...The Doctor closed the doors behind Ace, somewhat regretfully. That trip had been an enormous amount of fun, something he felt like he was missing in his life these days, and he liked her. He liked all of them, really. That was why he never really came back. It was too painful, watching them age and die. The alley was largely empty now, except for Ace and the younger TARDIS. Flynn and his TARDIS were gone. The other Time Lord - "Alec", wasn't it? - was gone. And Susan? Little (well, not so little) Arkityor? She was gone as well. That was the problem with looping back on your own timeline, he mused. He remembered this clearly, and he remembere?d that things hadn't gone very well. He hadn't completely screwed it up, but it also hadn't been the joyous, emotional, tear-filled reunion he had hoped for. Well, all right. There had been tears. And emotions. But not quite what he'd been hoping for. He checked the console, and grinned. The spy ray was still locked on. Whistling a little tune, he set the coordinates. "Well, Sexy?" he asked the TARDIS, "Ready to watch me have another go?" He threw the lever, and the time rotor roared to life. "Hopefully, I don't get shot this time." (OOC: Pick where you're at, and let grandpa show up to ruin your day.  )
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 8, 2011 10:11:06 GMT -5
Susan believed that she was doing pretty well. Sure, she’d rebelled as much as a Time Lady could against time. She’d given up her vortex manipulator to a stranger, smashed all the clocks in her small apartment, and glowered at everyone who wore watches. It wasn’t as though she needed them to tell the time – which made her efforts futile – but she still felt a tiny bit accomplished. At least she had disrespected it. Anyway, for all intents and purposes, Susan Foreman had been recovering from the mental wounds exceedingly well. For the most part. There were always days when she hid under her bed, hands pressed against her ears as she thought she heard the sound of a thousand million TARDIS machines.
And then there were the days when she accidentally stumbled on other Time Lords – or, rather, they stumbled upon her. Alec Harrison and that Flynn guy, for example. She had been rather determined to be a gracious host by making food. Where had that gotten her? Blood was spilled in her living room, both Time Lords – Flynn and Alec - regenerating in an alarmingly close amount of time, becoming an accused ‘Dalek spy’, and having an insane murderer write on her walls with chalk whilst teaching Shakespeare.
Those were the days Susan wondered if she’d just be better off becoming a hermit in northern Russia.
It was one of her better days when she’d heard the TARDIS. She’d been busy scrubbing Flynn’s blood out of the carpet before inspection day – a relatively odd chore for a mundane event – when it had happened.
Hear that? her mind whispered. It’s back. He’s back.
Realizing that she had tensed her body and squeezed her eyes shut, Susan looked up tentatively, opening up one eye to look in front of her. The TARDIS – the police box, and not Flynn’s mockery of a remake – had materialized in the middle of her living room.
She lifted herself off the floor, torn between flinging everything she could pick up at the TARDIS or hiding under her bed like she usually did. Her hands were stained red from washing the carpet furiously, not quite having enough homely skills to realize the battle with her carpet was futile.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 8, 2011 21:11:39 GMT -5
Once upon a time, long ago and far away, he would have gone through an entire litany of safety checks before leaving the TARDIS. Atmospheric temperature and pressure and composition, background radiation levels and types, local gravity, and on and on. He'd been so careful, so cautious, when he was young.
Nowadays, he rarely even bothered with a quick visual inspection through the main monitor.
Maybe it was because he had come to trust the TARDIS, knowing that she would always deliver him somewhere interesting even if it wasn't where he had intended to go. Maybe it was because he had faced danger and death so many times that he simply didn't concern himself with something as mundane as high radiation levels or heavy gravity. Or maybe, he had just gotten to a point where he didn't really care if he lived or died.
He grimaced at that last thought, as he opened the doors. He didn't like it at all.
He stood up straight, adjusted the lapels of his leather jacket, and stepped out into...
An apartment. A smallish apartment, decorated in early Ikea and Goodwill, with a side of broken clocks. And there, scrubbing at a stain on the carpet, was Susan.
Arkityor.
His granddaughter.
“What do you want?” she demanded. He voice was a mixture of fatigue, resignation, and anger.
The Doctor paused for a second - the man who could put armies to flight, who could depose tyrants and change civilizations with his words, couldn't find two words to say. Couldn't find two words that wouldn't sound hollow, or manipulative. So he did what he always did, when he was uncomfortable. When he felt unsure.
He bluffed. Hard.
"Ah, well," he said with a toothy grin, "You, well, you seem to have forgotten your key." He lifted his right hand, reaching for his granddaughter, his darling Arkityor, and he allowed the key to dangle from the chain he held loosely. "In the alley," he added. "So, I thought I'd drop by and make sure you got it."
This incarnation looked maybe forty. But just now, he looked and sounded far, far older.
(OOC: It's fine. We just need to work out how Kenzi in now. So we can do a little more soap opera, and then be kidnapped as a family.)
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 8, 2011 23:11:37 GMT -5
She stood there, on the corner of a street in the busy section of town, wind blowing her dark hair around and around as she waited. Sky blue eyes fixed onto the red light as it turned green before she sprinted across the street.
High heels clicked as they hit the pavement as she moved. She'd pissed off the police again...almost gotten caught pick pocketing a cop, an undercover cop at least. Wind rushing through her hair, moving her clothes back and forth.
Turning corner after corner she continued on till she found an apartment building. Shoving the door open she headed toward the elevator and clicked the first button she found, the floor Susan's apartment was on. The door slid shut as a single other occupant stood beside her. Glancing over anxiously she watched him through the corner of her eye till the door slid open and the raven haired women stepped out and began stalking the hallway, waiting for something to happen...for the police to pass the building. Eyes fixated on the outside windows toward the street where the cops moved down, farther and farther away from her location.
A sigh escaped her lips as she slumped down to the floor in the corner and closed her eyes, head down as fatigue began to overtake her. Running was hard, specially when you ran from as many people and ran as much as Kenzi did.
(We should get her a Time Lord name too.)
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 10, 2011 15:11:02 GMT -5
Susan stared blankly at him, unnerved by the initial silence. She backed away from him, fingers itching to claw at anything. He’s going to kill you, her mind hissed. But this wasn’t the incarnation that had held a gun to her head. He didn’t bring along the girl that had shot at her. It was the one that had tried to soothe her, placate her anger, to explain himself. To explain why she’d been so terribly alone. She wrung her hands together, glaring at him, terrified anger in her eyes.
Get yourself together, Ark. You look like a cornered dog.
“Ah, well,” he began finally, grinning at her, “you, well, you seem to have forgotten your key. In the alley. So, I thought I’d drop by and make sure you got it.”
She pressed even harder against the wall as he reached for her. He didn’t step towards her, but that motion was still enough to make her wish that he’d get the hell away from her. She’d been getting better, she had stopped feeling like a defective Time Lady, and then he had decided to saunter his way back into her life.
“I didn’t forget it. I left it. I left it because I didn’t want to ever see you again. Or the TARDIS,” she said coldly, eying the dangling key.
Chances were that he was lying. He hadn’t merely come to return the key and get out of her apartment. No, there was always some sort of ulterior motive. Arkytior eyed him suspiciously, taking a tentative step towards him. “I don’t understand why you’re here. You know that I hate you. I’m sure there are a few hundred girls willing to play the part of the Doctor’s loving granddaughter. That Ace girl. You seemed fond of her.”
Another few steps closer to him, and she was still too nervous to grab the key.
And then the elevator pinged. High heels walked quickly down the wooden floors of the hallway. Susan tilted her head, listening intently to the noise. The only other woman that lived on this hall was Mrs. Motriski – a widow who most definitely did not wear high heels. Susan sighed and focused her attention back on the key, frustrated.
He wasn’t going to leave if she didn’t take the key.
You’re assuming he’ll leave if you take the key.
Shut up.
“Go away,” she said grumpily, retreating from him once more. She opened her door, glaring sourily at the woman who was curled up beside her door.
This woman looked startlingly like her. Susan glanced back at her grandfather, and then at the woman curled on the floor. She was either there for the Doctor, or she was hiding from someone. Her apartment building was in a little obscure part of town; a bit run-down and peeling. Definitely not the type of place well-to-do young women came to look for apartments. It was, instead, a place for terrified Time Ladies to attempt to hide from everything.
“Come on,” Susan said, grabbing Kenzi’s arm and tugging her inside the apartment.
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 10, 2011 15:36:14 GMT -5
Eyes fixated on the walls and windows in front of her. There was talking in the room she was sitting in front of, someone sounded kind of angry toward the other person..the female in the room was mad at the male. What'd he do to get mad? was it something serious or one of those kinds of angry's where you break a lamp and someone flips out.
The door opened and Kenzi jumped in place but didn't look up. Before any sort of logical response could creep its way into her mind, a voice spoke and a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the apartment. Why? Why would she enter a strangers apartment? Then again why did she do half of the things she did.
Slumping back to the floor she sat there and waited for something to happen, arms wrapped around her kness and knees pulled into her body. The only times people grabbed her and took her somewhere she hadn't started was when they wanted something from her or were cops...were these people cops?
Icy eyes paced the room, or the part she could see without moving her head. There, was the man, and the women was beside her or something and a....fifties police call box? What?!? How'd that even get into the house? Her face twisted in confusion as she stared at it. She could use it, if it called more then the very people she'd run from.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 10, 2011 21:34:11 GMT -5
“I didn’t forget it. I left it. I left it because I didn’t want to ever see you again. Or the TARDIS,” she said coldly, eying the dangling key.
He took a step back, hand shaking just a bit. He could see the anger and distrust on her face, as plainly as he could see her eyes. "I deserve that," he began.
Arkytior eyed him suspiciously, taking a tentative step towards him. “I don’t understand why you’re here. You know that I hate you."
"Yes," he said, "I know that."
"I’m sure there are a few hundred girls willing to play the part of the Doctor’s loving granddaughter. That Ace girl. You seemed fond of her.”
"That's not..." he tried to protest, feeling the words seize up in his throat. He took a deep breath, tried to force the words out. "I wanted better for you than..."
“Go away,” she said grumpily, retreating from him once more.
He watched, feeling helpless, as she stalked towards the door and jerked it open. She seemed to stare for a moment, then pulled a young woman inside.
A ghost. He had to be looking at a ghost.
"Susan?" he asked, shaken to the core. "Who.. who is she?"
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 10, 2011 22:18:59 GMT -5
The girl came into the apartment was startling ease. Susan looked down, slightly surprised that a total stranger would allow themselves to be ‘kidnapped’ so easily. The Time Lady knelt down, staring at Kenzi suspiciously. The girl’s eyes weren’t dilated too far out of the norm and her breathing was normal. The majority of signs pointed to this girl being completely lucid – if a bit… zoned out. She snapped her fingers irritably, trying to get the girl’s attention. Susan didn’t like the way the girl’s eyes settled on her grandfather’s TARDIS. It was as though she could see some sort of a plan spark into those blue eyes.
And Susan really did not like plans. Especially when they concerned her grandfather and his TARDIS.
“Susan?” the Doctor asked. Susan looked up at him, confused by the expression on his face. He looked… frightened? Startled? Well, he didn’t look comfortable, that much was for sure. “Who… who is she?”
Susan sighed and looked back at the girl. Well, she almost definitely wasn’t here for the Doctor. Susan had seen the initial expression of utter confusion pass over the girl’s face when she first laid eyes on the TARDIS. If Kenzi had been looking for him, she would have known what made that blue beauty such a wonder. But she couldn’t ignore the look that had passed over her grandfather when he saw the girl. It couldn’t have been a mere coincidence that this girl decided to saunter her way outside of Susan’s apartment at the exact time that her grandfather had popped in for a jolly ole visit.
She turned her eyes back to her grandfather, offering a brief shrug. “Hell if I know. I thought she was one of yours,” she said. “By the way, might want to keep that key of yours tucked away. My klepto senses are tingling. I don’t want you to get stranded here with me.”
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 11, 2011 0:27:24 GMT -5
She stared at them, at the man, the women and the strange police box deep in thought. Susan had knelt down to look at her which went mostly unnoticed by the dark haired women till a snapping noise caught her attention. Eyes quickly snapped toward Susan as she blinked in confusion...."I...hello there." she greeted quickly.
She stood then and looked at them both, wheels spinning in her head like sowing machines, spinning fabric made of lies and falsehood. Clearing her throat once as she came up with something to say."I'm...a uh traveling coupon saleswomen." she lied quickly removing a strangely large amount of coupons from her pocket and holding them out. They ranged from carpet cleaners to furniture sales to almost everything. She wasn't completely lying, she'd had a temp job as a cover before and hadn't gotten rid of the coupons from that job as she had been forced to leave before she could give them back.
Inside, she mentally kicked herself several times for the lame cover up. I must be really out of practice. Thats the best I got goin' for me?
"I...kinda zoned out, you know lots of traveling and....coupon selling." she continued. It waasn't like she was that bad at lying, she was a pro actually but it might be noticed if someone were as well adept at that kind of thing.
Oh Great...just great! the women had a klepto radar. It wasn't the intention to take anything right now but you never know what can change. Her eyes locked onto the man as she thought...why was he staring at her like that? "Dude...you ok?" she asked, a little concern in her voice. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 11, 2011 10:29:15 GMT -5
She turned her eyes back to her grandfather, offering a brief shrug. “Hell if I know. I thought she was one of yours,” she said.
The Doctor gave the newcomer a peculiar, speculative look. "I've never met her before..." he said. He glanced at Susan, then back at the newcomer, then back at Susan. "Are you certain you don't know her?"
“By the way, might want to keep that key of yours tucked away. My klepto senses are tingling. I don’t want you to get stranded here with me."
"It's not my key," he answered, reasonably. "By all rights, you should be the one taking care of it."
"I...hello there." the newcomer said quickly, rising to her feet. "I'm...a uh traveling coupon saleswomen." A vast array of coupons were produced from a jacket pocket, seemingly to provide proof of her claim. "I...kinda zoned out, you know lots of traveling and....coupon selling."
She paused, and looked at the Doctor. "Dude...you ok?" she asked, a little concern in her voice. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"First of all, young lady," he said, reaching into his inside jacket pocket, "that is possibly the worst attempt at a con I've heard in years. You were far too obviously nervous about the whole thing." He produced a silver rod, about the thickness of his index finger and the length of a pencil, capped with a blue crystal. Whatever it was, it looked high-tech.
"I'll give you credit for the coupons, though. They lend a touch of verisimilitude that would have suited you well. With a little more confidence."
He pointed his sonic screwdriver at her, and pushed a button. The crystal glowed, and it hummed for a minute. He checked a readout on the side, looked at it, and looked again. One eyebrow lifted. Then he repeated the same process with himself, and with Susan. This time, both eyebrows lifted.
"Susan," he said, sounding shocked. He gestured for her to come closer, "Look at this. She's only half human - and trust me, I know what that biodata signature would look like. But the other half..?" He held the screwdriver out to his granddaughter. "Well, look for yourself."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 11, 2011 20:50:02 GMT -5
“I’ve never met her before,” the Doctor claimed. Susan stared at him, far too frustrated with him to even think of a snarky response. If he had never met this girl before, then why in the name of Rassilon was he looking between them as though the new-comer had announced that she herself were the reincarnation of the Buddha? Something is wrong here, Ark, her mind urged, sounding less antagonistic and more… worried. “Are you certain you don’t know her?” her grandfather returned.
Susan frowned and looked back at Kenzi. They did look eerily alike; the black hair, pale skin, thin frame, and frosty blue eyes. But that wasn’t anything for her grandfather to get so hung up about; a lot of humans looked like that. You’re missing something, Ark. You always miss something. That thought in mind, Susan looked closer, glaring studiously at Kenzi. Something about the way she held herself reminded Susan of David, and she felt a pang of pain hit her.
She shook her head, looking now at her grandfather. A memory was threatening to resurface – something that she had long tucked away from her mind. She knew it had something to do with Alex being born – something had gone terribly wrong. It had been around the time that she began to recognize her resentment for her grandfather, around the time she began to stop loving David.
And then it clicked. This girl didn’t simply resemble her. This girl looked like whom Susan had based her own looks from.
Alex Campbell.
Susan blanched and stood up, trying not to appear shaken. When she zoned back into the conversation, her grandfather was insisting that the girl’s con had been the worst one he’d ever heard. She looked up and almost smiled, knowing that they had heard far worst, and that she herself had come up with some pretty outlandish ones herself when she was a child.
Don’t smile at him, she chided herself, you’ll only encourage him.
She leaned against the wall, looking between the Doctor and the girl on her floor. “Kid,” she said, hiding her uneasiness with a grumpy tone, “what’s your name? And don’t lie to me. I’ll know.”
Hearing a buzz, she looked sharply over at her grandfather. She could understand why he was scanning the new-comer’s data, but not why he was scanning them. “Susan,” he said, sounding as shaky as she felt. “Look at this,” he said, gesturing for her to come closer. Susan hurried over, taking her key from him and looking at his screwdriver. “She’s only half human – and trust me, I know what that biodata signature would look like. But the other half…? Well, look for yourself.”
She took the screwdriver from him impatiently, stomach in her throat. Her hands shook as she looked screwdriver. This girl was a Time Lady. And not just any average, run-of-the-mill little lost Time Lady. This girl – this ‘travelling saleswoman’ with expired coupons – was her daughter. And the sonic was too advanced to make such simple errors.
Susan shoved it back to him, the beginnings of a panic attack rising to the surface. “That’s not possible. I-I’d remember. I would remember that,” she said, voice cracking. She covered her mouth, feeling silly for letting herself be rattled. “It’s wrong,” she snapped, wiping her eyes against the back of her hand irritably.
It’s right. Remember? Come on, Susan, think back.
She sat down, back against the wall. She rested her forehead against her knees. The memories were far too murky for her to make any sense of them. Everything had changed since… she couldn’t pinpoint when she had lost her memories, but…
“Why can’t I remember?”
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 12, 2011 0:39:53 GMT -5
She stared at the two as the man explained that her con had failed miserably. Well that was pleasant, she really was out of practice. "Oh well, first coupon related con in a long time, forgot how to work that particular angle." She grinned in amusement as she watched the women.
She was mad, the other women with the icy eyes and dark hair...why did that seem so familiar? Not in a huge OMFG I know who you are kind of way, but very very vague. As if from the very beginning, the parts of her life she knew existed but didn't remember having ever happened.
“Kid, what’s your name? And don’t lie to me. I’ll know.” the women stated rather firmly. Kenzi swallowed hard, she hated these parts, the ones where she was caught and once she told them who she was, the cops would come, they always did after all its how it went. She'd never get caught of course, never had but she'd have to start running again and taht meant leaving behind something seh liked, it always meant that.
Nerves over took her and she began to fiddle with the coupons and eyed them as she did so. Frowning, Kenzi saw the dates on the coupons and mentally slapped herself for not looking before, they were out of date and that was no good. Looking around quickly she found the garbage bin and tossed them into it very quickly before looking back at the two. They were doing something involving some...metal thing that made a strange noise.
The dark haired women began to have some kind of panic attack, going down to the floor as she spoke, voice seeming shaky.“That’s not possible. I-I’d remember. I would remember that,” she said, voice cracking. “It’s wrong,” she'd said. “Why can’t I remember?”
Kenzi blinked in confusion as she stared at the women. "Isn't that just a laser pointer? what could it possibly be wrong about?" Kenzi inquired as she stared at them. "Did it just say the worlds ganna end or something? Cause thats been going around for like...ever." she continued. Then it hit her, she hadn't answered the question from before, there was no choice now... apparently the women was a living polygraph. A sigh escaped her lips as she relented and moved to the farthest side of the room. In a rather quiet voice she answered;
"My name is Kenzi."
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