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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 26, 2010 19:55:47 GMT -5
What did this guy mean he didn’t know his name, Stella didn’t want to play dumb little guessing games right now with guys as fun as they where. She was not in the mood for them, she was ready to punch him in the face and storm out of there and start making small parts in the building implode and see how long it took for the hole thing to go down with this guy in it.
When the new guy said his name was Damien and thanked the guy who “didn’t know her” she calmed down a little still griping on the flashlight with he arms floded across her chest, she couldn’t lose control with someone else there, it was one thing to hurt someone with her powers when one person was there but Damien now became a witness to what ever Stella might do.
“who the hell are the Nightmares”
was all she said there was still anger in her voice when he asked for there names she didn’t give it to him she wasn’t going to give out her name to either the guy who was injured or the guy that suposly forgot everything not until the guy who forgot everything caved said it was an act and gave her a name even a fake name would of been o.k. if she felt it was fake she’d give one out too just a name was all she asked for.
Stella really had no idea who the Nightmares where most likely some human gang or something nothing really important probably week people who just shot other gangs and still money nothing real fancy nothing importing for some normal guy to get away form alive then that ment to her they where nothing, nothing to fear and nothing to go looking for.
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Post by ian on Dec 27, 2010 19:28:33 GMT -5
He gave Stella an odd look as she continued to give him the disbelieving look of hers. Did she not believe that he didn't know his own name? Come to think of it he didn't really find it that easy to believe either, that and how he ended up...where ever he was now. When Damien introduced himself, he couldn't help but smile.
"Hey Damien, my name is...um..." he thought for a moment, then finally sighed, defeated, "I'd introduce myself, if I knew who I was that is."
He felt pretty foolish for telling two people that he didn't know who he was. Two people in the same vicinity as him and neither one knew who he was? They couldn't tell him? He looked around and walked towards the window, finally curious as to where they were. He looked around, but couldn't really see where they were.
"Does anybody know where we are?"
He wasn't really sure, were they in the US? China? Italy? They couldn't be in Russia, even with amnesia Ian knew that that city was constantly hit by snow storms during the winter weather every year. So where was he?
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 30, 2010 0:14:57 GMT -5
Steela was having it with this guy he was a scam artist way was he lieing about not knowing who he was and not knowing where they where, and acting like he didn’t see her before know Stella had scammed people before for there money it wasn’t had and most the time you didn’t have to be a good actor, see seen hundreds of scams before but this one had to be one of the best actors and lame scams she had seen this was all a joke to him she was sure he wanted something.
“You’re an idiot if you don’t even know where you are we’ll you quit acting no ones going to by into this cheep act when you seen enough scrams form people you don’t fall for something lame like this bud where in Italy for crying out load ever herd of Rome, Milan, Naples most people hear speak Italian theres the Sistine Chapel many museums in Vatican the Trevi Fountain how can you not know where you are you idiot Italy one of the most romantic places on the god dam plant and you ask where you are your in some dam abandon building in the middle of this country”
Stella stood up fuming mad she needed to blow something up and at this point it was going to be Ians head and she couldn’t let that happen, she stormed out of the room and started down the stairs as so as she was out side the door a small pop sound could of been herd from the flashlight bursting form her power.
Stella shock her hand cussing loudly a few times the flashlights components had slightly burned her hands just small ones but at this point she really didn’t care
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Post by ian on Dec 30, 2010 0:26:18 GMT -5
"You know, you're really rude. I don't remember ever meeting you and I don't remember ever coming to this...did you say Italy?" he was a little stunned, "How did I end up in Italy."
He couldn't believe she was blowing up at him and calling him a scam artist. He didn't even know what a scam was let alone how to pull one. He glared angrily at her, for some reason being called a liar didn't sit well with him. He already didn't like Italy and wanted to get out, so he turned and gathered up his belongings, at least he thought they were his. He had woken up in the sleeping bag and with them around him.
"If this is how people are in Italy, then I don't want to be here." he gathered up his things and stood up, heading to Damien, "I hope your cut gets better."
He walked down the stairs, continuing through the main area and walking past Stella. He saw her flashlight exploded, and though his curiosity wanted him to ask what happened, the last thing he need was her yelling at him again. So he just continued out of the place and stepped onto the streets of Italy, which was a lot bigger then he had seen from the window.
"I just remembered, I don't even know where I'm suppose to be going." he said to himself, groaning a bit then looking down the street, "Guess I'll start in that direction."
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 30, 2010 0:57:40 GMT -5
Steela stormed down stairs completely ignoring the Damien guy laid onto of her bag using it as a pillow covered her head then cogitated for a minute until every glass object in the hole building was shattered into millions of peaces Stella screamed why the glasses shattered the glass muffing most of her scream it was load and distive witch just reminded Stella about her parents and what she had done to them, killing them just because she was mad because the said she couldn’t go play at a friends house witch at the time seemed really important but know looking around the abandon building it seemed like it was for nothing.
Steela dug her head into the bag like it really was a pillow and started crying slightly Ian’s words had gotten to her, he called her rude and she shock when she said she was in Italy was more then convincing maybe she’d been thinking about it to long and she was just tired all she wanted was an answer on why he was scared of her and she just proved the point everyone should be she was just damage waiting to happen even if he didn’t know, he would of herd the glass from where ever he was now and he had seen her handy work with the flashlight if he put two and two together he’d know it was her
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Post by ian on Dec 30, 2010 9:52:05 GMT -5
He continued walking down the street when he heard a loud crash that made him turn around. For a moment he felt as if this has happened before, a loud noise causing him to turn, but what was it? Against his better judgment he walked over and looked into the broken window, which was easy since they all were broken. His curiosity getting the better of him he walked back inside and looked around.
"Wow...how did this happen?"
He looked around for a moment, but made sure to stand in the doorway as he looked to her and asked the question. He knew coming back was a stupid idea and he didn't know why he was doing it. He decided to blame it on his curiosity, knowing that he would've just been ok if he kept walking and not worrying about it. When he looked her over, he noticed that she was really angry and he didn't want to get her exploding on him again.
"On second thought, nevermind I asked."
He turned and began walking outside, hoping to get away before she blew up on him. He didn't know about her powers or the fact she really could blow up on him, or blow him up.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 30, 2010 12:13:15 GMT -5
Stella herd his voice as he spoke, why did he come back, most people would run if they herd that but he came back.
Stella shot back up her eye make up running down her face making her look like a mess, did he really just ask how this happened was he that stupid not to put angry girl that blew up in his face now broken windows together Stella bit her tough as she watched him leave and just as he satred walking away she yelled it wasn’t mad just so he could hear.
“Why did you come back….Please, I don’t understand you I won’t yell at you or hurt you, Size your in Italy in the middle of winter its most likely going to rain where are you going to stay some fancy hotel that cost you a butt load.”
Stella couldn’t believe it but she was starting to think that maybe this guy didn’t really remember everything she wanted to ask him more about it see if she could find some a inacater that it was real. Maybe is she calm down then she could find the signs if it was real or not, if it was fake then she’d get mad again but if he had hit his head or something when he ran upstairs to go to bed maybe then that could explain, she wanted to figure him out her own curiosity getting the better of her
“Please don’t leave”
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Post by ian on Dec 30, 2010 13:50:27 GMT -5
"Just leave me alone ok?"
He started walking out, even when she told the truth. He was in the middle of Italy, even if he didn't know where that was, and by the looks of the place it was indeed going to start raining. Freezing rain never did do him any good, and hearing her ask him not to leave just made him stop. He sighed and looked up, wondering if going back in was a good idea. He began to feel small raindrops on his face and decided inside would be better.
He walked in and stood against the wall as the rain started to pour down. Some came in through broken windows, getting edges of the floor wet. He sighed and walked near the middle and set his bag and sleeping bag down. He then unrolled the bag, just in case the rain decided to last the day. Afterward he would head out in a certain direction and see where it will lead him.
He looked out the window as the rain feel, something inside telling him he needed to be somewhere. He d not remembering anything and d the fact that the didn't believe him. How did she know if he was lieing or not, it's like like she could read minds.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 30, 2010 18:17:02 GMT -5
When he said for her to leave her alone, Stella heart ached, he hated her for what she said, he probably really didn’t want to be hear and the rain was just making him stay inside. For her it didn’t matter if she didn’t like someone it hurt when they hated her back.
Stella sat up and rested her head on her knees and watched him for a bit as he unrolled his sleeping bag, the cold wind blew threw the room causing chills up her back, maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to destroy all the windows in the building she knew that it might rain that’s why she wanted to sleep with a roof over her head tonight instead of out in a field or something.
“I’m sorry” she whispered looking at him, not glaring if he would of looked he would of known she was sorry her mascara running down her face.
She was sorry that she broke the windows that she couldn’t control her temper long enough to have a some what normal conversation with someone, she was sorry for getting him mad she was sorry that he had to stay the night when he hated her and she wasn’t really on the best of terms with him.
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Post by ian on Dec 30, 2010 18:48:25 GMT -5
He began to shiver as the cold wind blew through, pulling the sleeping bag up around him. He decided that the second floor could hopefully still have windows, unless she blew those out to. He glared at her when she said she was sorry, but when he saw her shivering, his heart pretty much broke. He took off his coat and walked over, placing it around her shoulders. He then headed back, rolled up his sleeping bag, picked up his items and walked over to her.
"Come on, I think the second floor should still have it's windows intact."
He held a hand out to her, wondering if she'd take it or swat his hand away and tell him to get lost. He then decided it would probably be the first half since she was almost crying. He didn't understand how she could be ful one and then tearing up inside the next. All he really knew was that they both had to get somewhere warm, and his conscience would kill him if he went upstairs and left her alone here. He looked around while he waited, wondering if this place had anything they could use for firewood or at least a source of heat.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 30, 2010 20:08:03 GMT -5
When he glared at her Stella hid her head in to her knees wanting to cry again. Why did he hate her so much just because she told him what she was thinking that he was trying to still her money if he was a girl in her situation he’d think the same thing that he was trying to get something form her.
She felt the coat over her shoulder she was surprised why had he done that she knew it was cold and she already had the coat one that was to big for her on he didn’t have to do that, he’d just be cold now she looked up at him and watched as he rolled up his sleeping bag picked up his stuff she wondered what he was doing by when he held out his hand for she stared at it for a second not sure if she could trust him
She finally garbed it and stood up standing next to Ian.
“I don’t think all the windows are broken but we can still check” she had wanted to break everything glass so most likely everything glass would be broken so they’d be lucky to find a window that had survived but they still needed to find a warmer place maybe if they looked around there would be an old cushion or something.
“…..um I know you won’t give me your name but can you at lest tell me why you came back”
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Post by ian on Dec 30, 2010 23:46:19 GMT -5
"Well even so, it's said that heat rises so there's a chance it'll be warmer higher up anyway."
When she stood up, he walked over to the stairs to investigate the area then came back. He rolled his eyes when she said that he wouldn't give her his name. How many times did he have to tell this that he didn't know his name.
"Look, for the last time I can't tell you my name because I don't know it." he sighed, but had to really think when she asked why he came back, "Because I don't know where I am or where to go, and besides it's raining."
He left out the part that her being upset was making him feel like a jerk and hearing her ask him to stay didn't help matters either. He still made it a mental point to leave the building as soon as the rain let up and find his way to...where ever he was going. He began walking up the stairs, checking each area to see if any glass was left unbroken. He made sure to keep pace so she would be able to stay with him.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 31, 2010 0:30:03 GMT -5
Stella stayed next to Ian as he walk to room to room trying to find a warmer place to sleep
She sighed when he said he couldn’t tell her his name she was starting to think this wasn’t a joke anymore it was a crazy idea but why would someone lie about something like that when he hadn’t try to get anything form her “Look I’m sorry for calling you a liar if you really don’t remember anything its just hard to belive form my point you got to understand, You where hear before I was I don’t know how long, you where up stair and had herd me and then you asked me who I was but you where hiding you where so scared of me that you wouldn’t even show your face and I hadn’t even given you anything to be scared of, when I pulled out my flash light to go looking for you, you said you didn’t want to talk and you ran away, I went up stairs to find out why you where scared of me and then you wake up not remembering anything now you tell me is that believable”
She didn’t know if telling him this would make him mad or not she hoped not she really didn’t like it when people where mad at her.
You know I did’t mean why did you stay I mean after you left you came back right after all the glass broke most people would run away form that why did you come back and that was before the rain started”
She kept up with him as he walked to room to room trying to find to warmest room in the place to sleep for the night.
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Post by ian on Dec 31, 2010 0:41:41 GMT -5
He stopped when she began speaking about what had happened the night before. He turned and looked to her, listening to every word she said. After she finished, he could very well see how she could think that he remembered her or his own name. He tried to think of that night, the look in his eyes showed he was thinking hard, but after a while he sighed and shook his head, looking back at her.
"I'm sorry, I can't remember anything that happened yesterday. The only thing I remember is waking up to you standing over me and yelling at me."
He almost brought up the fact she accused him of lieing again, but decided she was already beating herself up for it. After a few more looks through the building, he found a window was broken, but a sheet that looked big enough to cover it was blown against the far wall. Thinking it was better then nothing, he went to work putting the sheet over the window, blocking out most of the wind.
"That should hold it for a while." he said, looking back to her, "I don't know why I came back. I heard glass breaking and I guess I...wanted to come see if you were alright."
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 31, 2010 1:06:22 GMT -5
“im sorry you must hate me I know I wouldn’t be to happy if some random person started yelling at me in fact I think I’d be madder then I was before so your telling me you don’t know where your form, who your parents are your name, birthday how old you are what school you go to how you got dirt all over your you but have nice clean stuff on top….do you know basic knowledge like 2+2 and stuff like that”
O the damage she cause if that happened to her she’d kill who ever woke her up right then and there with out even thinking about it, she never really thought about it but if she lost her memories she be so scared she probably think her hair was what ever color it was for the week maybe she’d try to find her dead parents she’d probably be really goibule to what ever people told her like if they said that she was a spy for the FBI or something and if she forgot that she had powers so many people would get hurt before she found out.
She watched as he putt the sheet up set her bag down on to the ground and sat on the floor
“How do you think it happed every glass object in the hole place in broken into little peaces just as you where out of reach of the building and I had coved my self completely with my coat”
She wanted to see if he had placed the two together yet he hadn’t given any signs of knowing, he wasn’t running away for one or telling her that mutants where scum did he even know what a mutant was
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