Post by Deleted on May 21, 2013 15:23:52 GMT
"Hello there." She gave a curt dip of her head to somebody who she had recognized from the school as she passed them.
My my... She was assimilating very nicely.
Long limbs poked out of grey and tiny running shorts as Jane Doe carried on, jogging the normal route. Her running shoes were still spotless and white, matching the slim fitting top that hugged her kindly due to an impeccable posture. Even as she was panting and sweating, the doe jogged with such effortless grace that it would have anyone watching her believe that she adored running. Perhaps that is true. The whole gesture DOES seem somewhat familiar to the amnesiac.
Jane doe is perhaps one of the longest staying members at this community, however most of that time was spent in recovery due to her injuries. The remaining weeks were spent assimilating her to life as a human. Not that it was difficult to do on someone with such a blank state of mind, but now.. As time passes, she begins to recall more and more.. For example, if she was married to a prince before, wouldn't that make her a princess?
... She refused to believe that. "I'm too old."
The sun had set on this long and painfully uneventful day. But that pales in comparison for what was to come later tonight... Being left alone in bed with nothing but her own overwhelming thoughts, waiting for sleep to take her as it struggles to separate Jane from her worries. But not while she is running. There is a sort of liberating feeling she gets when she is running. Its uplifting in a meditative sort of way - but that can be dangerous too.
For instance, she just stepped off the curb without paying attention to the traffic. When the headlights of an on-coming car shine through the dim evening road, without realizing how, why, or even the DANGER it presented to her, Jane finds that she suddenly freezes up. Her legs don't move, and her eyes are wide open, staring directly at the blinding lights as time ... just ... stops.
And she wonders.
Should I say hello?
My my... She was assimilating very nicely.
Long limbs poked out of grey and tiny running shorts as Jane Doe carried on, jogging the normal route. Her running shoes were still spotless and white, matching the slim fitting top that hugged her kindly due to an impeccable posture. Even as she was panting and sweating, the doe jogged with such effortless grace that it would have anyone watching her believe that she adored running. Perhaps that is true. The whole gesture DOES seem somewhat familiar to the amnesiac.
Jane doe is perhaps one of the longest staying members at this community, however most of that time was spent in recovery due to her injuries. The remaining weeks were spent assimilating her to life as a human. Not that it was difficult to do on someone with such a blank state of mind, but now.. As time passes, she begins to recall more and more.. For example, if she was married to a prince before, wouldn't that make her a princess?
... She refused to believe that. "I'm too old."
The sun had set on this long and painfully uneventful day. But that pales in comparison for what was to come later tonight... Being left alone in bed with nothing but her own overwhelming thoughts, waiting for sleep to take her as it struggles to separate Jane from her worries. But not while she is running. There is a sort of liberating feeling she gets when she is running. Its uplifting in a meditative sort of way - but that can be dangerous too.
For instance, she just stepped off the curb without paying attention to the traffic. When the headlights of an on-coming car shine through the dim evening road, without realizing how, why, or even the DANGER it presented to her, Jane finds that she suddenly freezes up. Her legs don't move, and her eyes are wide open, staring directly at the blinding lights as time ... just ... stops.
And she wonders.
Should I say hello?