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Post by ian on Mar 22, 2012 11:54:28 GMT -5
Ian couldn't stand sitting in his room anymore, or what Alex told him was his room, staring at boxes. A part of him wanted to see what was in them, then another part was fighting it. Was it fear? Why was he afraid to open some stupid boxes. Maybe it was because he wasn't sure what he would find in them? Was he married? Have a girlfriend? Kids? What friends did he have that knew him in this mansion that he couldn't remember besides Alex and Devi?
Alex said he was the fastest mutant on the planet, and the jogging track was his favorite place to go. So he put on the shoes he was found in, his other pair locked in the boxes. He then headed down to the track that and stood there looking around at the grounds for the first time. Everything around him looked familiar, made him feel comfortable and at home, but nothing seemes familiar or able to jog his memory.
He gave a small growl, getting aggrivated about this whole thing. As if of their own will he walked to the track and just kept walking. His walking soon turned to jogging, then to running, and before long he was going full speed around the track. Going as fast as he was felt good, like he was running away from his aggrivation. A smile grew on his face as a thought popped into his head.
Let's see how fast I can push this thing
He sped up and kept speeding up along the track. Dust and dirt began to pick up behind him, grass began to bend in the direction he was running. He didn't even notice it himself, but he was picking up a literal twister right in the middle of the jogging track, but he was so wrapped up in what thoughts he had, and the frustration of not remembering anything or anyone that he didn't seem to notice or possibly care.
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Post by Rose North on Mar 22, 2012 13:28:32 GMT -5
It’d been months since Rose went anywhere near the track. She hated the place, for one reason in particular. It had been Ian’s spot. He’d always been there, sometimes just for fun, sometimes to clear his head. Basically, if you ever went looking for him, that would be the first place to look. And, since he ‘died’, she’d hated going anywhere near it. For obvious reasons. Not to mention, it was a little difficult going anywhere that provoked a strong emotional response from her…
For some reason though, today she found herself heading for the bane of her existence. Maybe she was trying to prove to herself that she could handle going there. That it wouldn’t hurt to see the place again. So, she didn’t change course. Didn’t stop herself before it was too late.
She arrived just in time to see a twister starting to form in the middle of the track, a blur circling it the source. At first, she was absolutely convinced it was really Ian (which it was). That somehow he’d come back. Which, sadly, instantly provoked an emotional response. Not smart. Quickly, very quickly, she squashed it back into submission. It couldn’t be him. She was having another hallucination. And here she’d thought she was done with those…. So, taking a deep breath, she just stood there, watching the twister and her hallucination of Ian, waiting for them to pass.
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Post by ian on Mar 22, 2012 13:36:32 GMT -5
It was a strange feeling running around in a fast circle the way he was, but it cleared his mind, or what was much of it. He noticed to, that the faster he went the slower things on the outside got. So he decided that if there was anything he could do, he would try and make time just freeze. That was a great idea.
He smiled at that thought. Time freezing, no more worrying about what or who to remember, just running until everything froze in it's place. He didn't notice the fact that the twister he was building up was beginning to grow dark, or the fact that he was beginning to pull things into it until he noticed a basketball floating by his head. He then looked and noticed that he was pulling other things in as well. Random garbage, sports equipment, dirt and dust from the ground.
He slowed down, not wanting to get himself in trouble with anybody, when he caught a glimps of Rose. He didn't know it was her, but her image triggered something in his mind, and something huge. He could tell it was big because the migrane in his head hit so hard it caused him to cry out in pain, trip over his own feet and, at the speed he was going, become a human skipping stone which ended at the far wall of the mansion.
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Post by Rose North on Mar 22, 2012 14:11:23 GMT -5
Was this twister really a figment of her imagination? Rose wasn’t to sure now, if only because it was pulling anything not nailed to the ground in. She was even less sure when the source of the twister went skipping like a rag doll. Well… That’s got to hurt.
Sadly, the woman didn’t feel any sympathy. If only because that happened to be an emotion her little ‘friends’ didn’t like. And since she liked living… Couldn’t have unhappy little friends. But she was curious if whoever it was would be okay. Now she was convinced it wasn’t a hallucination. There was another runner at the school. For some reason this frustrated her. Sure, she knew super human speed was a pretty common power, it was inevitable that another would show up sooner or later… But it felt like the person was Ian’s replacement. The thought sent her spiraling from frustration to actual anger.
Was it childish to get angry at something like that? Without a doubt. But it was understandable. She’d always had anger issues, but after her…. Accident, everything made her angry. Well, poor whoever this runner is, they now had to deal with an angry Rose.
Without waiting even a second, she shrugged and crossed the distance between herself and where this person had landed. ”If you’re alive, you better say something, or I’m going to call the morgue.”
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Post by ian on Mar 22, 2012 14:24:38 GMT -5
"That...really...hurt."
Pain shot through him as he bounced across the yard and hit the wall at a speed he didn't even know possible. The good news is, he was alive, but the bad news was he felt like he'd just played chicken with the A-Train. He groaned as every muscle in his body ached, but he managed to stumble to his feet.
He leaned back against the wall, holding his head to make the throbbing stop. He shook his head as a voice entered into his ears, telling him to say something or the morgue was going to be called. Jeeze, this place had a morgue to? A memorial, a danger room and now a morgue? What in the world was this place? He opened his eyes as his vision slowly came into focus, and that girl was coming closer to him.
"I'm fine...really. Just going out for a little run...and trip...and crash."
Alex did say that Ian was one for making light of dark situations, and he guessed crashing full speed into a brick wall qualified. His whold body hurt, he was scrapped up and dirtied up, and a few cuts were bleeding slightly. None of that mattered once that girl came into his line of vision more clearly. Why did she look so familiar? Who was she?
"By the way, since when did the mansion have a morgue to? This place seems to have everything."
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Post by Rose North on Mar 22, 2012 15:20:56 GMT -5
Rose almost didn’t expect the guy to get up. She even brought her phone out to call an ambulance if need be. She didn’t dial yet, best give the kid a few seconds to regain his senses before jumping to conclusions. She knew from half experience that a fall like that could seriously disorient a person.
She didn’t have to wait long before the dust settled and her spoke…
It was like cold water had been dumped on her, her whole body going icy cold, her heartbeat pounding harder by the second. She knew that voice. All too well. And when she saw him, she knew that face.
It was Ian…
Her expression only gave away part of her surprise, shock, and slight horror. Was this… really just a hallucination? It had to be. Ian was dead. He was DEAD! DEAD! He’d been dead for months! The hallucinations had stopped forever ago! Why now? Was it because of this place?
She couldn’t stop the emotions. Regret at not being there when he died. Depression that he was dead. Anger that her subconscious would play this kind of trick on her. Pain that he had died in the first place. Basically, she was spiraling down a pit of despair at this cruel reminder. Sadly that wasn’t the biggest problem. A sharp pain started in her chest, quickly spreading through her whole body and making it hurt to even breath. Literally, it felt like she was being torn apart from the inside. Which she was. The nanomachines had never been removed from her body so many months before, and now they’d progressed to a point where it would be impossible to remove them without killing her. She’d learned way s to cope, like giving into her anger easier, stopping herself from feeling any other emotion strongly.
Basically? Seeing Ian, hearing his voice, was having a terrible affect on her. Even if she was convinced he was a hallucination. ”I’m…” She wasn’t sure what she was trying to say. If this was a hallucination, it was definitely the realest she’d ever experienced…
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Post by ian on Mar 22, 2012 15:27:24 GMT -5
He was a little more than disoriented, but something told him that he had been in worse. He stood there looking at the girl who had suddenly stopped in her tracks. She stood there like a statue, staring at him as if she'd just seen a ghost rise up infront of her. He gave her a curious look.
"Are you alright?"
Then it happened, he saw she was in pain and within seconds he was at her side. This to seemed all to familiar to him. All she could come out with was one word, and her voice struck deep into the back of his mind. Images of her flooded out to the point that he was almost dizzy, he did his best to shake them off, and it was hard for him to stay focused on what he was doing.
"Hey, are you ok? Do you need me to get you a doctor or something?"
Why was this woman so familiar to him, and why did her voice have so much affect on him? This place was really starting to get to him, both physically and mentally. But of all the things Alex showed him, why was it this one girl that was making his mind go haywire?
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