[Veronica] -Where the hell am I going?
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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?”
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?”
[Isabel/'Vikki']
Date: 2007-03-01 03:29 pm (UTC)"Chickens aren't all that hard to keep for eggs," she said. "There could be a chicken farm just outside, but since we've not looked, we don't know about it yet. What about the other stuff though? I mean, from what I've seen of the kitchen this stuff's properly packaged, it's not the result of some cottage freehold. I think you're right, there's contact with the outside world somehow."
[Dean/"Ricardo"]
Date: 2007-03-01 10:09 pm (UTC)Ricardo slammed his fork down. "A *thousand* miles off course!? When I found out which one of us is the pilot, I'm gonna kick his ass!"
Francis laid one hand on his shoulder. "Hey, chill. We don't even know if the pilot's here, let alone survived. 'Sides, the pilot could be a woman."
Ricardo frowned. He wouldn't kick a chick's ass. Not unless she threw the first punch, anyway.
Hunt's coarse laugh cut through Ricardo's thoughts. "A bird pilot? I don't care how many bloody years in the future it is. No one in their right mind would board an aeroplane piloted by a woman. They can't even drive!"
Several chairs scraped against the lineoleum as Ricardo, Francis, and a few other stood. Ricardo jabbed at finger at the jerk. "*You* are going to learn to keep ass-backwards opinions to yourself."
Francis looked from Ricardo to Hunt and back. "What my... uh, friend is trying to say is that if you expect anyone to help you in any way, shape, or form, you'd better lay off the insults."
OOC
Date: 2007-03-01 10:15 pm (UTC)[Molly] Getting her Irish up
Date: 2007-03-01 11:15 pm (UTC)She just couldn't remember doing it. And it was more than frustrating, she was near to tears with it. But she wasn't going to break. No, she let her anger take the frustration.
"Keep it up asshole and I will personally take you apart. I don't give a flying fuck if you're a cop. I'll show you what this bird can do, and when you regain consciousness you can spend the time your bones are healing rethinking your rude, belligerent, outdated, outmoded and frankly moronic attitude." She half advanced on him, her pupils narrowing in her anger, giving them a distinctly oval appearance.
"I can't remember my own name, my own mother, who I am or what I've done with my life. I'm stuck in some crazy Twilight Zone episode with a bunch of stranger, who could be my best friends or greatest enemies for all I know. But I'll damn well treat them with respect and decency, because they're in the same fuckin' boat as I am and just as confused. I will not tolerate any more of your shit. You want to sling it, go to the goddamn bathroom and while your in their stick your head in and flush a few times."
Her face was flushed with her anger, and she felt her nails bite into her palms. "Do I make myself clear?" She had moved in close enough to poke him in the chest.
Oddly enough, he didn't seem to be looking her in the face, but seemed horribly enthralled by her... what.. her hair?