May 28, 2010 19:28
Emily can be seen in a bit of a heap against a wall in a grease stained pair of overalls, a tool belt on her waist. She stirs slightly, looking around sleepily before putting a hand to head and rubbing slightly.
"Ugh... well... this is awfully different. Didn't exactly think being dead would be quite like this..."
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He tilted his head to one side, frowning slightly. Something about her stirred memories hidden deep in his circuitry. Even so . . .
He crouched down, offering Emily a hand.
" . . . You too?"
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"I guess so. I... I have no memory of coming here... or where 'here' even is."
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He looked up and down the hallway, suddenly wary.
"We should get out of here, miss. I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is - it can't be good."
A pause, then: " . . . Might I ask your name?"
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"W-Wily...? Brother..." She blinked a bit and shook her head slightly as she struggled to her feet.
"Emily. Emily Stanton..."
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