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//ooc: checking in with recent followers. I see you however, I won’t be active until first week of June. Sorry guys…
 

The minutes proceeded to tick into hours…days….months….years?

Several years, in fact. Time can water down and soften the mistakes of yesterday.
The clarity of memory…images un-sharpened…..but if reminded, the obscure and fatal taste of yesterday overwhelms my senses.
Like…the dark timbre in your voice unheard until a moment of synchronicity allows my ears to believe that you are right there in front of me.
I can’t reach out…you’re not there. I broke that trust and your being disintegrated through my fingers.

I played that part too well. I convinced myself that I was actually that brunette woman draped in teal.

what…was…I….thinking…? 
Hair shortened to cut away the mistakes of the past.
A change in costume to fit in an obtuse persona…her part well expired….years ago.

Let’s try again, be the woman you were initially trained to be…
After all, love is for children. You are loveless.
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//ooc//: An internal conflict in attempt to resolve. Chelsea, initially a spy, continues to fight her emotions. After all, she can’t harness a trait that is considerably “human” since it interferes with her objectives. She screwed up once. She does not want to do so again. In other words, this is a dabble to keep this blog somewhat alive.

o b j e c t i v e s :

” Interesting…”
 
 

Teal not real. Eff yew auto correct.

namin-e:

ex-avalanche-spy:

namin-e:

ex-avalanche-spy:

” Well then, explains my strange lack of recollection….”

She attempted to add a small laugh of relief to soothe her anxiety. Unfortunately, it was simply ineffective. Internally, she was incredibly concerned for not having the ability to remember what happened in the past two hours. Before, it was so easy to just admit to having breakfast…but her memory was blank….obscure. As if she did not harness any sort of m e m o r i e s.

” I did not run into any sort of authority on my way up here. The entire Castle seemed empty….is that usually irregular?” 

“Yes..it is actually.” Namine put her finger to her lip and had a look of bewilderment on her face, She was confused, usually the Organization would keep out any intruders that come into the Castle.

“You must be here for a reason then, for you to walk freely through these floors.” Namine nodded towards her. “I should greet myself first, My Name is Namine. What is yours? If you do remember it.” For what greater purpose this woman was here for, Namine did not know. Maybe she would find out along the way.

” Yes, its a pleasure, Namine.” She genuinely answered with a smile. The woman placed her hand above her chest to initiate the polite gesture to introduce herself…
” My name is….” Her eyebrows narrowed from frustration. Her hazel irises shifted to the side…in disbelief.
“….name…..I’m….” 
The anxiety levels risen within her. My name….I have a name.

“This…is embarrassing. I have a name….I just…can’t say it.”

The stage of amnesia exposure. she felt incompetent when before she felt that she was able to do anything.

” What…should I do?”
 

Namine could see the fustration in her face. However this memory loss wasn’t her doing for once, normally the memory manipulation was her doing but Namine did believe that the Castle itself could sunder unknown people into “Oblivion”.

Namine walked up to the woman. “Its okay.” She tried to reassure her. “When you remember it, you can tell me.” Namine put a finger to her lip, deep in thought.

“Is there anything you do remember? For example; Friends? Family? A certain important place? a special moment?” In the past she had witnessed somebody breaking free of the spell by remembering something important or….special.

“hmmm…”

The woman briefly pondered. Was there anything she could remember?
Her eyebrows narrowed upon reflecting back on her past. The white resonance of the Castle mainly engulfed clear images that were considered her memories.

….holiday lights?…..
……………………………..sewers….

” Holiday trees and underground sewers…”

She murmured. Just simple settings that she could remember. The names or individuals involved remained obscure. 

“…Thats all I can recall for now.”

She smiled nervously feeling embarrassed for her flawed descriptions. She glanced at the petite blond who carelessly approached her.