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American Dirt: Reload

Mar 13, 2009 21:09

It all began as a soft light, then an aching head, followed by a slow realization that there was a familiar bed underneath them. The window near their bed was open and a gentle breeze kept the curtains wafting. Their belongings were organized neatly and all in their places - exactly as they last remembered them ( Read more... )

emily, tito, morgan, maddie, the city, ava, open thread

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bitethenbark March 14 2009, 04:10:18 UTC

Ava was uncomfortable on the bed - she never slept on it. And to be laid out on her back in a very human manner was...enough to make her raise her hackles. She was snarling and soon enough growled when she registered the temperature of the wind. The scents that lingered in the air were not what she last remembered. There was too much pollen, too many signs of life renewed.

Examining the apartment left her with no clue of who had done this and it only served to rankle her ire more. The lack of scents only made her more edgy.

Hadn't she been about to go down to the meeting and tell all the Ashwood Height residents who'd listen about the nasties? ...she had been so certain that the task was done and yet she couldn't remember anything about it. She had been preparing to go down and then nothing.

Ava snarled and even let out a rumbling growl, giving the apartment one more cursory examination before going outside and questioning the first local she saw. Their answers were less than satisfactory. Just gone on? Ava had snarled back, ( ... )

tito_rodriguez March 14 2009, 18:19:21 UTC

Tito awoke, shoulders and back so stiff that he briefly wondered if he'd be able to move at all. If he could move, it was sure to be painful as anything. This felt like the worst hangover ever, and it probably was, seeing as he couldn't even remember going drinking. (He didn't even like drinking.) He cracked one eye open hesitantly, almost fearing what he would find himself waking up in.

But it was just his room, the window open to a pleasant breeze. Everything was just as he expected it to be. Even the Gundam model on his shelf was still posed the right way. Maybe this wasn't a hangover... or maybe it was, and somebody had graciously helped him find his way home and into bed in one piece.

Summoning up all the willpower he had, Tito rolled off his bed and onto the floor in an attempt to get moving. It hurt, but it was enough of a jolt into reality to get his mind working.

....Wasn't it really cold the last he'd checked? What was with the spring-like weather?

dirty_drude March 20 2009, 05:16:52 UTC

The woman was screaming in her head. Maddie had tried her best to ignore it, then tried to decipher the maniac, then given up and taken an aspirin. By the time the pill was starting to take effect - sadly, the screaming was still continuing - she noticed that she wasn't freezing in just a tank top and shorts. Yes, she wore tank tops all year round, but the shorts...

Maddie ran to the first window and then gawked at the budding tree. When had that happened? It just...wasn't right. The woman was screaming still, but now it almost made sense.

....tinkering and tampering...can't stand their dirty fingers on me!Had they...had someone...done this? Giving up on finishing the glass of water, Maddie pulled on some flip flops and then headed outside, sure to grab a silver fork and her keys, of course. She could take a few goosebumps on her legs, but there was no way she was going to be completely unarmed ( ... )

tito_rodriguez March 20 2009, 15:12:50 UTC

While the werewolf was certainly very confused by the spring-like weather, he was feeling far too groggy to really think of anything beyond "huh, global warming." Weirder things had happened than an early bloom, right? He could think about it more clearly once he was a little more awake.

Tito had just finished brewing up some coffee to try and clear the thick fog from his brain when the knock on the door came. He paused only to drain the rest of the cup he'd been drinking before trotting over to answer it.

Fear is contagious, especially when you can smell it wafting off somebody standing in your doorway, looking like she's about to break into a cold sweat. Unease started to stir in Tito like a gale.

"Uh..." he started intelligently. Now there's a great greeting, Tito. Try again. "...W-what's going on? What's wrong?"

dirty_drude March 21 2009, 03:53:21 UTC

"The time! The weather! It's...it's..." Maddie trailed off and then realized she sounded a lot like the mad woman in her head. Probably looked a bit like one, too. Not really a good way to meet someone, all things considered.

She ruffled her still-not-brushed hair and looked down at her feet. "Or rather, I just woke up and it seems like I've lost months of time. Is...is that something you've noticed, too?"

Maddie lifted her gaze and made herself smile. It wasn't comfortable and she was still more than a little edgy, but she owed the confused man at least that. "I'm Maddie, by the way. Apartment 5A."

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bookofsilence March 15 2009, 23:57:17 UTC

It took Morgan almost two hours before she even realized anything was wrong ( ... )

bitethenbark March 16 2009, 03:15:43 UTC

Even hours after waking up, Ava was still fuming. She'd stopped making noise, but that was only because it got her glares and some strange glances from people on the street. Besides, it did little to abate her agitation.

When Morgan, the mute girl, finally came outside, Ava watched her with her periphery vision and then perked up as she came closer.

"Do you have a gap in your memory, too?"

Ava stayed on the railing and held Morgan's gaze, well aware that she would have to ask questions that could be answered with a nod or shake of the head.

bookofsilence March 19 2009, 11:05:36 UTC

The question was startling, even in the face of the startling skip in time Morgan was trying to convince herself hadn't happened. She couldn't have possibly missed all that time. Surely she was just... sleepwalking, or something. Gotten confused. It could happen, right?

But this girl was asking the very thing Morgan was asking herself - was there a gap in her memory? The girl asked it as if she, too, had a similar gap; a wave of frustration rolled over her as she realized she couldn't ask any questions in return. Couldn't ask if her last memory was of September, if she didn't remember winter either. Morgan hadn't thought to bring her little scratchpad down with her, and so down here she had no voice to ask questions with.

Ultimately, though, she gave a slow nod of her head, frustration and confusion mingled equally in her expression. Wordlessly, she offered the sticky note she'd found on the community announcement board.

bitethenbark March 20 2009, 05:11:07 UTC

Good. Ava almost exhaled in relief when Morgan nodded. The confusing scents rolling off of the woman had made the hell hound edgy, but apparently she sorted our her emotions after all. Good.

Taking the note, Ava frowned. "If I didn't know better, I'd bite them the next time I got the chance." Sighing, she returned her gaze to Morgan. "Ava, if you didn't know," she nodded in an attempt to gesture at herself. "Can't say I know your name, but I also can't expect you to say it either."

Apparently she was more agitated than she thought. She never rambled like this. "Should we go get your notepad so you can join the conversation?"

At least her rambling could be cut off and directed then. She hated rambling.

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