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Post by ian on Dec 31, 2010 11:01:32 GMT -5
"Well yeah I know all the basic stuff but no...I don't remember anything else, especially why I'm covered in dirt."
He looked at his arms, brushing off the dirt on them. He noticed that the dirt on his arms and face wasn't the same as the dust on the floor. Maybe he came from a jungle of some kind, but where would there be a jungle near italy? After he put the sheet on the window, he walked over and unrolled his sleeping bag again, setting his other bag down and sitting on the sleeping bag looking at her.
"To be honest, I don't even know if this stuff is mine. I just woke up with it so I figured it was." he looked around at the windows when she asked how it happened, "I don't know really. Maybe a mutant did it, but I don't know how a mutant can break every window in the building."
When he spoke about mutants it wasn't in a tone of disgust. He spoke in curiosity, like he'd seen mutants all his life so he had no problem commenting about them or bringing up the topic itself.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 31, 2010 13:15:28 GMT -5
Steela rested her head between her legs, she couldn’t believe she was believing this guy but no one lies about something for this long once they are called a liar and people get mad at them if he was lieing he could of just left gone and wouldn’t have to stay her hear..
“That really suck not remembering anything,”
“You may not know the answer but how can you be so calm about mutants most people are scared of them treat them like the pelage, don’t want them in there lifes at all but you said that like it was fact you didn’t have disgust in your voice or hatred almost like you don’t mind mutants at all haven’t you herd of that one mutant who’s been killing human in large cities just for the heck of it He is powerful and they say no one can stop him”
Even if he didn’t hear about it this guy on the news that had attacked New York, Paris and other citys it was probably wise to let him know about the crazy mutant man on the news, even if he was giving mutants in gental a bad name.
Stella Looked at his bag he didn’t even know if that was his bag, or not. She looked up at him then grabbed the bag.
“well why don’t we find out your old enogh you should have an ID in hear some where”
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Post by ian on Dec 31, 2010 13:50:27 GMT -5
"I...I don't know. Maybe I could be a mutant to."
He never really thought about it until she brought it up. Was he a mutant? Is that why he didn't seem disgusted about the topic? When she brought up the hatred between mutants and humans, he couldn't help but frown, but what got him was her talking about a powerful mutant. A mutant so powerful he could destroy cities.
"Destroy cities? That's terrible? Has anybody tried to stop him?"
He shivered at the thought of meeting a man like that. He didn't know what he would do. When she grabbed his bag he almost objected until she mentioned that he could have some sort of ID. He moved closer to her as she emptied out the bag, but the only thing that came out was clothes, food and dental products.
"Wait a minute, if I had an ID, wouldn't I have a wallet?"
He immediately stood up, anxious to see if he had a wallet. He checked his pockets and sure enough pulled out a small wallet from his right pocket. Why didn't he notice it before? He sat back down and opened it, looking through it until he found what he was looking for.
"Look! The ID has a picture of me, and there's a bank card to. The name reads...Ian...Ssssnyder? Ian Snyder, that's an odd name."
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 31, 2010 16:34:45 GMT -5
She sifted thew his things not careing as she picked up each arical of clothing trying to find if anything else was hidden a little disappointed that she wasn't finding an ID or anything useful to helping him know who he was.
"I really don't know that much about him just the fact that people say he is powerful and he's destroyed cities and people are really scared of him I don't no if anyone has even servied why trying to stop him I'm sure people have tried"
When Ian stood up and tried to find his wallet she smiled and jumped up and peeked over his shoulder to read what the ID said almost resting her head on his shoulder.
"Ian...Snyder" Stella thought for a moment trying to think if she'd ever hurd that name before or if she knew any Snyders but nothing came up "well you better like it cause it looks like its your name, how old does you ID say you are or where you live" Stella was kinda getting exsided about this trying to put together Ians life was alot more fun then sitting around doing nothing.
She flashed him a smile remebering that she had said that shed give her name once he gave his name to her
"O by the way my name is Stella Booth, I know my name is odd but i think it matches my personality"
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Post by ian on Dec 31, 2010 23:58:40 GMT -5
"He sounds really evil. I sure wouldn't want to meet him."
He sat there looking through his wallet at the different items. He found a library card, a bank card and a few other items. When she talked about his name, he just shrugged. It was a name after all, but now that he knew it, his curiosity spread to other questions. Where did he live? Did he have a family? Were they looking for him?
"Well, it says I'm eighteen and I live in westchester, New York." he looked at her curiously, "Where's Westchester?"
He gave her an odd look when she smiled at him and introduced herself. He didn't know why she was smiling until he remembered that she said she wouldn't introduce herself until he did. Well technically he didn't, but he would count reading off his ID as introducing himself.
"Stella Booth." the thought for a minute then smiled at her, "That's a...real nice name. Stella Booth. Well hi, Stella, I'm Ian."
He smiled and held out his hand to her. To him reading off of his card was one thing, but it felt more complete to introduce himself without reading.
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 1, 2011 5:01:55 GMT -5
Stella shurged when he said that he sounded like a bad guy.
“I don’t know anyone whos crazy enogh to want to met someone like that”
It was a bit of a small lie on her part she did think who ever this was a powerful mutant and if the time came that she had to choose to fight with him she’d take it just so she’d surive but if he attacked her then she’d try to kill him thinking she could take him being her normal cocky self. But she didn’t think anything like that would ever happen she never ran in to mutants except for the few her and there.
She gave him a questionable look when he introduced him self to her, she didn’t see the point but she played along and shock his hand for him just to be nice and so she didn’t seem like a snoot.
“Glad to finally be acquainted with you Ian” Stella was giggling a bit it was kind of odd shaking hands with him and him giving him his name, not because it was anything he could help but to think he just found out his name and he just thought it was an odd name and now he was introducing him self like it was an everyday thing
He was from New York she figured he was from the states he didn’t speak Italian or at lest he hadn’t spoken it to her yet and he didn’t have an Italian accent. But what had brought him to the middle of Italy, was his family on a trip or something
“New York, how the hell did you get hear o never mind I asked” she thought for a moment trying to remember if she’d seen it on any maps or anything. “Westchester I don’t know sounds like some small town that nobody really cares about….but I’m sure its really nice”
Stella looked at him up and down she still wondered about the gunk on his body, and why he was in Italy
“Ian when the rain lets up you want to look at a phone book and see if there are any Snyders in the area, that or unless you have a ticket to get you back to New York then we need to get you too your plane”
She didn’t think he’d have a ticket to back home he did look like he was on the run or something maby he was one of those European backpackers that traveled across Europe shes herd of hundreds of American kids who did it just for fun.
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Post by ian on Jan 1, 2011 9:58:44 GMT -5
"Well if I ever met him, I'd put up a fight."
He smiled when she giggled, finding her laughter a little on the cute side. As a matter of fact, now that she wasn't angry with him, he found her cute all together. When she asked how he got from New York to Italy, he shrugged even though she tossed the question aside. He thought about where the place would be and nodded when she commented on Westchester.
"I dunno, it could be a nice town, but since I'm here I must not have liked it. Maybe I ran away and got lost somewhere."
He thought about the plane ticket and took his bag, shuffling through the pockets and other areas that could hold something. In the end he came up empty, even as he checked the rest of his pants pockets. He gave her an odd look when she suggested he look in the phone book for last names
"It wouldn't make sense to find out here if I'm from America. Besides, I can't read Italian...at least...I don't think I can."
He thought for a moment on the possibilities of being able to read, write and even speak different languages. Maybe he was fluent in more then just English, maybe he could even do sign language.
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 1, 2011 14:35:58 GMT -5
“how are you sure you can’t read Italian” Stella knelt down and dug threw her bag pulling out a bag of chocolate she had bought earlier that day then tossed it towards him not really looking where she was throwing.
“read that bag if you can I can’t it just looked good”
She then turned back towards him and looked up at him, it wasn’t tell them that she relixed he still had his jacket over her shoulders. She looked at his toned body she wondered for a quick moment what he’d look like in a tight shirt but then realized she was smiling and figured that might be a little odd for him so she went back to what they where talking about.
“I don’t think you would be lost, you have you pack set up for living on your own people who end up lost normally aren’t ready when they get lost”
She cocked one leg up and wrapped her arm around it looking at him.
“Ian are you going to go back to New York to try to find out more about you”
She didn’t really want him to go, but that was just her she was sure she liked the company of the opisite sex probully more that was helfly for her she was starting to worry about her looks and want to change into something far cuter. And old T with an over sized coat on top wasn’t cutting it at the moment for her.
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Post by ian on Jan 1, 2011 17:47:40 GMT -5
He took the bag from her when she offered it to him, looking over the words as he did. The more he tried to figure it out, the more he couldn't make a word of it. After a moment of trying to figure it out, he shook his head and handed it back to her.
"Nope, can't read Italian."
He looked over at the bag, deciding she was right. Whatever he was packed up for, he packed good. Good enough to be on his own for at least a few days if not months. When she asked him if he was going to go back to New York, he did think about it for a moment. Another look at his bag, however, and he shook his head.
"I don't think I want to really. Whatever I'm packed for it must've had something to do with me not being there. I might have just ran away from people that were looking for me or even hunting me I think."
If he was a mutant, chances are that he was indeed running away from being hunted. But then again he could just be running away because he didn't feel like he belonged at where ever he left. He looked at Stella, catching her smile and smiling back.
"What's the smile for?"
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 1, 2011 18:29:46 GMT -5
She shrugged when he said he couldn’t read Italian it was worth a shot and it couldn’t hurt to check if he could it would of been helpful, she took the bag form him when he handed it back and put it in her bag.
Stella moved over to his bag snace she had been so helpful on taking everything out she might as well put it back now that they found what they where looking for already so there was no need into keeping all the stuff laying around the floor.
He was packed really well but it wasn’t a backpacking pack and he was missing things a backpacker would take with him so he was mostlikey right that he had ran way, witch made her like him a bit more people who run away form home have a story worth telling he may not know his story but this was only the beginning now on the streets you run into all sorts of bums and idiots, you see things that you didn’t know happened anyone and you found your true self, a part of you that lives to survives.
When he said that someone might be hunting him she stoped for a second. Someone trying to hunt someone down that was just curl a fight was one thing but chasing them down like they where some pray, She remembered how scared he sounded when he asked her who she was and he got even more panicky when she pulled out the flashlight and was going to look for him so maybe he wasn’t scared of her but who ever was after him, or someone form his past.
“hunting you, why would you think anyone is hunting you….it would explain why you where scared before but still people don’t just hunt other people down for fun”
She blushed a little when he asked why she was smiling she knew why she was smiling and even if Steela wanted to say right then and there why she was smiling it probably think she was a slut for saying so.
“O it’s nothing just funer to talk to you then it is to yell”
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Post by ian on Jan 1, 2011 22:58:53 GMT -5
"Thanks."
He smiled at her when she moved over next to him, but he was a bit nervous being close to her, why he didn't know. He was thankful that she was helping him put his things back into his bag and every once in a while their hands would graze each other. He had to admit she had very soft skin. When she talked about before, he gave her a curious look.
"That's the third or fourth time you've mentioned us meeting before this. What happened?"
When she started blushing, he couldn't help but smile again. He knew she was hiding something, and even when she told him that she liked talking to him better, he couldn't help but wonder what the full story was. He just shrugged it off and smiled back at her, giving a small laugh.
"Yeah, it is more fun talking then it is yelling. You're less scary that way."
He smiled at her as he zipped his bag up, leaving out some items for food. He decided that he was going to share with her, since he didn't know if she had some food for herself, and he was starting to like her more and more.
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 2, 2011 3:26:08 GMT -5
“no problem it’s the lest I can do after I made the mess”
She blushed a bit when there hands brushed against each other thought there was grim on them she didn’t care she wanted them to bump in to each other more Stella started reaching for item that where on the other side of him making sure there hands would bump into each other more, but she wasn’t making it obvious for him if she was Ian would know. When the bag was all packed expect a few items that he keep out Stella pulled her legs into her chest and smiled back at him he’s smile was stunning in the low light of the room almost like it brited up to room its self on its own.
“me scary you haven’t seen me scary yet” she laughed she was light hearted about it but he hadn’t seen her blow something up and cause a fire or blow someone ones head off or just have there heart implode making it look like they had a hart attack no he hadn’t seen scary form her yet just her mad she hadn’t tried to hurt him yet.
She didn’t mean to keep bringing up last night it was just the only thing she chould think of to help at all if he bothered him she’d stop in a heart beat
“Its like a tould you before you just where scared it not like that much happened you didn’t even let me see you because you where to scared I guess I keep talking about it because that’s the only moment I was involed in your past and I want you to remember it even if you were scared of me and didn’t want to see me I want to help you find out who you where or are”
It wasn’t that she wanted him to remember being scared of her but, she still wanted to know why he was so scared when she hadn’t done anything just showed up
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Post by ian on Jan 2, 2011 23:29:20 GMT -5
"Thanks, I appreciate the thought."
He smiled at her as she helped him pack up is things, not minding the fact that their skin constantly touched each time they reached for things that were next to the other. He looked to her and gave a small inward laugh, smiling as she spoke of him not seeing scary yet. His smile faded to curiosity when she talked about last night.
"I'm sorry, I just don't remember anything up until this morning. It's like my entire life before that is just gone. But if it looked like I was afraid to talk to anybody or be seen by anybody, chances are I was running away from something or someone."
What was he running away from then? He wished he knew, as well as wishing he knew where Westchester was and how he got from the United States all the way across Italy with no pass and no ticket. He looked from the bag after closing it up to Stella.
"You think I'm a mutant? I mean, can mutants have amnesia and not remember that they're mutants?"
He wasn't sure why he was asking, but he could imagine it had something to do with the fact that he wasn't disgusted or upset at the thought of mutants. Maybe he has friends that were, or maybe he was one himself.
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 3, 2011 0:25:13 GMT -5
She lessoned to him as he spoke about not remembering anything and just nodded it was a scary thought to think he was running away form something he was so scared of.
“I hope what ever it is doesn’t come find you”
She gave him an odd look when he asked if he tough he could be a mutant, she could of only dreamed of liking a guy who was a mutant. She tried to hide the smile of the hole idea of running in to another muntant she didn’t run into many a few hear and there she hurd rumor of a school for mutants but never looked more into it figured that many mutants under one roof would make her the same as everyone she preferred being different as lonely as it was sometimes.
“you know that a really odd question to ask, Well most mutants there power activates when something happens they see someone get hurt, or they get mad, a car crash….at lest that’s what I’ve been told so if you where to forget the events that tigured your power you could forget having a power I guess….why do you think you’re a mutant, I don’t have a problem if you are or aren’t one of the few people who doesn’t care”
Stella could feel her emotions trying to mess with her power again not this time with anger but with antiness and excitement if he was a mutant then what was his power was it something like an element, or something to protect him self, maybe he could make him self invisible maybe that’s why she couldn’t see him.
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Post by ian on Jan 3, 2011 0:41:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, me neither. It must've been pretty bad, but maybe it's nothing. Maybe I'm just running away because I didn't want to be...where ever I was before this anymore."
He d the fact that he couldn't remember anything and didn't even know if he was in danger and that scared him the most. He saw the look in her eyes when he mentioned the fact that he might be a mutant. Something about her reaction got him thinking that she would've liked it.
"I'm not sure. The thought of mutants or talking about them doesn't make me them or not want to be around them. I almost feel...comfortable."
He looked to her as he spoke, hoping he wasn't making her confused with his constant rambling. What if he was a mutant? What would be his powers? What had caused them to activate? It was then he thought of something he hadn't before. The windows were in perfect shape, so was her flashlight, yet suddenly she's angry and they're all but completely blown out of the wall. He looked at her curiously.
"Stella...are you a mutant?"
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