crossing_lostrp | [Veronica] -Where the hell am I going?

Who: Veronica
Where: Stumbling upon the bunker
When: After the amnesia hits
Invited: Anyone!
Status: Complete

When Veronica left the beach to head to the bunker, she knew who she was. On her way there however, things got hazy, and then all of a sudden like magic she had no idea whatsoever who she was or what she was doing. She also didn’t know where she was going or where she came from. This was a terrible feeling for the teenager, who felt pretty helpless at this turn of events. She knew things, like she knew who the first president was, and how many things were in a Baker’s Dozen, but she didn’t know who she was, and that was terrifying.

When it hit her, she felt dizzy and weird. She had no clue what was going on. It was a horrible thing to not know who you were, and to just have everything in your mind be completely blank.

Who am I? Where did I come from? Am I dead? Maybe this is my coping mechanism… That might make sense, right?

It occurred to her, while she was walking, that it just might be a good idea to check her pockets, so she took a moment to sit down and breathe. She pulled out a wallet and inside were several pictures of people, and she was in some of them, but she didn’t know who the other people were. She also noticed that she had several IDs. Most of them bore the name Veronica Mars, one of them was for a 17 year old Veronica Mars, one for a 22 year old Veronica Mars, and one for a 24 year old Veronica Mars. There were a couple others with different names on them, which was greatly confusing to the already horribly confused girl.

What the hell kind of name is Veronica Mars? That must be fake.

For now she had to go by something, and judging by these IDs, Veronica seemed to be the best bet. But how old was she? She certainly didn’t think that she was 22 or 24, so that probably meant that she was 17. She looked at some of the pictures, flipping them over to see if names meant anything. Only one picture had writing on the back of it, and it was one of her and some other taller blonde girl. It said.

Lilly and Veronica, ages 16 and 15

Who was this Lilly? Was she Veronica’s sister? Veronica didn’t know why but looking at this picture of Lilly and herself made her very said.

Frustrated, she put everything back in her wallet, tucking it away, while playing with the star necklace around her neck. She didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed like it was important to her somehow. She continued walking until she was nearly exhausted and had reached some kind of…bunker.

“What the hell?”

Threaded | Flat

OOC: Since nobody is outside at the moment, I'm going to assume Veronica walked down the stairs to the door of the bunker.

Millie wasn't much of a cook--she didn't think. Certainly she had little idea how to help the redhead make breakfast. Since she'd made it clear that anyone who didn't help her didn't eat, Millie hovered a little, grabbed a couple of things from the refrigerator, searched for utensils and generally did as little as possible to earn a share of the meal.

She paid little attention to the arguments over what year it was or was not, what ancient British television shows people remembered, and whether there ever had been or could be a female Prime Minister. The Detective Inspector was a Grade-A Asshole (make that arsehole, Millie thought and laughed at her own joke). When he wasn't demanding that anyone in a skirt...well, anyone with tits cook for him, he was insulting the men. Millie wasn't entirely sure what a 'poof' was, but she was morally certain that it wasn't a compliment.

Millie kept an eye out for Claud too, but he didn't reappear. She wondered if he were wandering around outside. Tiring of the loud conversation--it wasn't quite a fight, yet--Millie decided to find out.

She walked over to the heavy metal door that opened onto the concrete stairwell she'd glimpsed earlier. Millie pulled it open. Then she gaped at the blonde girl standing in front of her.

"Uh...hi," Millie said.

"We don't know that she was wandering," Millie said.

The albino girl looked at her curiously. She wasn't the only one. Millie shrugged. "For all we know she--" she smiled apologetically at Veronica, "--uh, you walked outside just before we all lost our minds. You might have a room right here in River City and we just haven't figured it out yet."

I think this thread has had it's full run, can

richdudekrptnte change it to "Complete?"

Thanks!

[George/"Millie"]

[George/"Millie"]

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