Bobby Drake (
mister10below) wrote2011-09-19 03:36 am
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[The video clicks on to a very confused looking Bobby.]
So, um. I'm still not entirely sure what's going on here. I'm starting to remember some things, but it's confusing.
My name might be Jinks? Or it might be Bobby. I'm not exactly sure.
[Thanks for confusing him more, Claudia.]
Does anyone else here know me? Apparently I've been here for a little while, but I can't remember it.
Can't remember why I can't remember, either.
[Except that he'd woken up in some kind of weird leather outfit with blood on it, which wasn't exactly comforting. His search with Claudia for what had caused this had been unsuccessful, so now he's widening it.]
So, um. I'm still not entirely sure what's going on here. I'm starting to remember some things, but it's confusing.
My name might be Jinks? Or it might be Bobby. I'm not exactly sure.
[Thanks for confusing him more, Claudia.]
Does anyone else here know me? Apparently I've been here for a little while, but I can't remember it.
Can't remember why I can't remember, either.
[Except that he'd woken up in some kind of weird leather outfit with blood on it, which wasn't exactly comforting. His search with Claudia for what had caused this had been unsuccessful, so now he's widening it.]
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It does! And sure! Where are you now? I can meet you there or we can find some place in the middle to meet at? I'm on the fourth floor right now.
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[Well, that's not far at all.]
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[He's going to head towards the stairs, then, so she doesn't have to wander around the hallways of the fourth floor.]
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He waves.]
Over here, Rapunzel!
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Bobby! Hi!
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Hi! Ready to go on our epic memory-sparking adventure?
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Yes! Definitely! Where do we start?!
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Wicked! We can go up one floor and then work our way down, maybe? I took a peek upstairs earlier, and there's a pretty cool room up there. It was all glass and mirrors and windows and light.
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Okay! That sounds great!
[Ooooh. Her eyes widen.]
Really?! That sounds amazing! Let's do that!
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Okay! You'll love it, it's so awesome.
[He makes a move to offer her his arm for their epic journey, then pauses.]
Uh. Do you need help carrying your hair?
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Oh! Um...sure! That'd be great!
[She looks down at it and hefts it in her arms, then just...starts heaping it into Bobby's. Here, hold this.]
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So I'd ask about it, but I'm guessing it's one of the things you don't remember?
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Nope, don't remember a thing about it! [She says this cheerfully as she finishes heaping the hair into his arms. With her own armload, she starts off in the direction he'd indicated, eager to get going.]
So...do you...happen to remember how to braid?
[That might come in handy, with all this hair.]
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Though as much.
[And he heads along cheerfully with her, carrying his armload of shiny blond hair.]
I do! I remember some stuff before I came here, and I used to live in a place with a bunch of kids.
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I remember...a tower. [She frowns.]
And...a woman. I think maybe my mother. I'm not sure...
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[He smiles at her as they head upstairs.]
That's good, right? It means your memories are definitely coming back.
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But kind of...lonely...Hm.]
I'm so glad...it's weird, not having them, don't you think?
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[He nods his agreement.]
Definitely. It's so weird to be some place that you've apparently been in for awhile and not knowing anything about it. I keep feeling like I'm just guessing at stuff.
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[Towers are obviously the BEST EVER.]
Oh my gosh, me too. People know me, but...[She has NO IDEA who they are.]
I wonder why I don't remember...
[NO ONE TOLD HER THE REASON.]
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[Because they're AWESOME.]
Yeah, exactly! And I kind of feel bad that I don't know them, you know? Because we're friends, and it'd suck if a friend didn't remember you and stuff.
[He hesitates over that last part, because, well, he knows. Or at least, he's pretty sure he knows why they don't remember. But it's not the kind of thing he wants to tell her.]
Oh. I, uh.
[Is he stalling? Yeah, he's stalling. Because they're at fifth floor now, and he's kind of hoping the mirrors and glass window will distract her.]
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I know, exactly! I feel really silly because I Don't remember them but they obviously know who I am...it's not fair. I hope they keep coming back. [Come on, memories. Get it together.]
Ooh, look!
[Yep, distracted by shinies.]
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Yeah, it really isn't fair. Or fun, not for anyone involved. I hope so, too. And that they hurry it up.
[Aaaaand, awesome. Operation distraction was a total success!]
Isn't it cool? I think it might be some kind of ballroom.
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[Yep, she's pretty easily distracted. She rushes in - though not so fast Bobby's left jerking on her hair - looking around with wide eyes.]
This is amazing!
[Commentlog]
I know! It's the coolest room I've found so far.
[He's tempted to spin around, but since he's still holding her hair, he figures that'd probably be a bad idea, so he manages to resist the urge.]
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