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Reincarnation Jones · 08-16-2010, 04:27 PM

Always accepting new arrivals. Please PM me if you want to play.
(The way I'm running this game makes it easy for people to join in the middle of plot.)

You open your eyes slowly, your vision blurry and head pulse pounding painfully in your temples. Your mouth tastes like cotton dipped in cough syrup and your tongue seems to have swollen to fill your entire mouth. Your arms feel heavy and you’re almost unable to move them, but with some concentration, you eventually lift your hand to your face. The light overhead is almost unbearable and you use her hand to shield your eyes from it, groaning heavily as your roll slowly to one side. With a monumental effort, you manage to get yourself onto all fours, and then push yourself back into a sitting position. You try opening your eyes again and the light blares at you, but isn’t as unbearable as before. You attempt to regulate your breathing as your eyes adjust to the light in the room around you.

After some painful blinking, the ringing in your ears begins to subside and, while it feels like you have had anything to drink in weeks, you manage to unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth which makes breathing much easier. The room, you see, is very basic—there isn’t any furniture or windows and the wallpaper is peeling a little, revealing plaster and drywall behind it. On one wall, you see a door which is closed and a small hallway off to one side appears to lead to a bathroom.

In all, it just seems like a very bare, empty apartment. There’s even a small kitchenette and a little hallway. But… where are you? Actually, that’s really even less important than… who are you? And… who are these other people who are lying on the floor, blinking blearily around. What’s going on here?

So, here’s the deal. I’m still experimenting with new ways of RPing that will prevent RPs from dying out before they’re finished. This is how this is going to work. I will NOT be playing any character. I will be playing the plot. You should all interact with each other and I, as the plot, will tell you what happens as a consequence of your actions (if any).

I’m also adding a new element to this RP: You don’t build your own character sheets. Because you don’t know who you are. Get it? I will, of course, take suggestions about what type of character you would like to play, but in general, you have no idea who you’re playing. How will this work, you ask? Well, allow me to tell you.

I have a few thumbnails of faces below. You will choose what your character looks like. And, over the course of the game, I will give little bits of your memory back. Quite possibly including your name. And you get to try to piece together what has happened to you and decide what to do about it.

My rules are super easy but very important

1. Have fun. That’s always number one.
2. There is NO minimum amount line for your posts. Sometimes, you can’t do more than one sentence.
3. When you DO post, however, please check your spelling and grammar.
4. Be kind to your fine posting friends.

Pretty sure that’s it… but I reserve the right to add more.

So, here are the available characters (with their ages, because that’s kind of more obvious). If they get filled up, I can add more.

Please ask for the number next to the photo mini.

1. ~~17 years old~~ phoenix_tears

2. ~~16 years old~~ silver.bullet

3. ~~15 years old~~ Gryffindoll

4. ~~15 years old~~ samthehpfreak

5. ~~17 years old~~ Gryffindorgurl

6. ~~16 years old~~ J-E-L-L-O

7. ~~17 years old~~ Emms

8. ~~15 years old~~ Dee-Dee

9. ~~16 years old~~ xiiWishiWasYours

10. ~~17 years old~~ city_girl_95

11. ~~15 years old~~ Snape'sGirlThru&Thru

12. ~~15 years old~~ Lindzers

13. ~~16 years old~~ EmilyMalfoy

14. ~~17 years old~~ Team ronmione

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city_girl_95 · 08-18-2010, 11:16 PM

She grinned at the new kid, probably, but don't worry she said, helping the girl up we're all in the same boat, she took another segment of orange, so no one knows where we are? She asked the room rather than one person, better to find out any information now

samthehpfreak · 08-18-2010, 11:18 PM

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Originally Posted by Team ronmione

"Umm hello. Does anyone know anything?I feel like this is some experiment on us or something?"He told one of the other people. He had a bewildered look on his face. He kept turning on spot like a dog chasing his tail, he watched his surroundings . "What's going on with this day? What is this? National Don't Remember Who You Are Day?"

"well none of us have any idea whats going on" he started to explain "some of us know our names, but most of us don't" he continued "I think we've all been brainwashed" starting to run out of breath "and I'm Iggy cause I don't know my actual name" he finished

Watson · 08-18-2010, 11:20 PM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

He was just trying to find his voice again, to figure out what words to use with this girl when, suddenly, she asked if she could see the picture. His brown eyes widened slightly at this - had she seen herself in it? He was sort of holding it against his side so it wouldn't really show the contents just yet, but it seemed it had caught her interest already.

He opened his mouth, he was just about to reply, when the most blinding of lights and loudest of sounds suddenly covered the whole room, leaving him completely blind and deaf for a long moment, an annoying ringing left in his ears. "Agh..." He squinted as he opened his eyes again, only to find two new people had just arrived - a boy and a girl.

What?! What kind of sick cruel joke was this?! Were people just going to keep popping out of nowhere?! He had a bad feeling these newcomers would probably be just as lost as the rest of the group was, and his suspicions were confirmed as the boy got up and began to ask around how they'd all gotten to this strange place.

He said nothing, though, his mind not really on these newcomers. Instead, he glanced down at the picture he was holding once again, finding his hand shaking just very slightly. Why was he feeling so... reluctant? This was a picture of this girl, yet he felt... he didn't want to give it to her. He wanted to keep it. But, as he read over the words on the back once more, he realized... he can't be that greedy. This had a name, and it had her face... put one and the other together, and chances are that name on the back of the photograph is her name. He couldn't be cruel enough not to tell her her name. But he really didn't want to give up this photograph.

After a few long moments of indecision, he turned his brown eyes back to the blonde girl. "There... there's, um, something... I..." he trailed off. How was he going to explain this? 'Here, look at this picture of you I found. Now, can I have it back?' No, that wouldn't make sense. "Actually, never mind," he decided after another moment of indecision, giving the girl his best attempt at a small, polite smile before moving away, a short distance away from the group, over to the very entrance of the hallway. He glanced down at the picture again, then at the back - T.D.C.? What could that mean? And why on earth was he so reluctant to give that girl her picture? What was wrong with him?! The least he could've done was tell her her name! But... he didn't have any guarantee she'd believe him.

Argh... decisions, decisions.

She looked at him, she really wanted to see it. She twirled a piece of her blonde hair and waited for him to start talking again.. but he stopped. Huh? Why wouldn't the guy let her see the picture?she thought. Ohh.. maybe its something private. She looked at the guy and walked over to him. "Sorry for that. I guess that must be really private." she said, looking down, and apologizing. "Is that picture of someone special to you?" she asked, taking a seat next to him. She put her arms around her knees. Maybe she was being to rude.

Gryffindoll · 08-18-2010, 11:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Emms

She looked at him, she really wanted to see it. She twirled a piece of her blonde hair and waited for him to start talking again.. but he stopped. Huh? Why wouldn't the guy let her see the picture?she thought. Ohh.. maybe its something private. She looked at the guy and walked over to him. "Sorry for that. I guess that must be really private." she said, looking down, and apologizing. "Is that picture of someone special to you?" she asked, taking a seat next to him. She put her arms around her knees. Maybe she was being to rude.

He seemed a little surprised as the girl approached him, apologizing and assuming that the picture must've been of something personal to him. He gave her a small, weak smile, unable to help feeling like a total jerk at the moment. Here he was, holding this picture of her, with her likely-to-be name, and he refused to hand it over. Her voice was almost as sweet as the expressions she flashed him in the photograph, and he couldn't help but find something in it… a sort of comfort, a homey kind of feeling, like he was so much closer to home and familiarity just by listening to her voice.

Now he felt like a weirdo. Why was he feeling… comfort and all these other stupid fuzzy feelings?! Merlin, he must've been a pansy or something in his past life. "It's alright," he muttered as she apologized, then shrugging his shoulders as she asked if the person in the photograph was someone special to him. He gave a brief humorless chuckle. "I'd be able to tell you if I could remember how I even know this person," he said, fidgeting with the picture in his hand, keeping the back of it facing them so she wouldn't see the girl on the other side yet.

He seemed uneasy, like he was in the middle of an internal debate, and after a few long moments of this, he sighed in defeat. "Here," he said, handing her the picture with clear reluctance, avoiding her gaze as he did so. "It's… you. It was in my pocket," he explained a little hesitantly, his gaze falling to his photo-free hands for a moment before looking at her again as she examined the photograph. "Does the name on the back ring any bells?" he asked.

Watson · 08-18-2010, 11:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

He seemed a little surprised as the girl approached him, apologizing and assuming that the picture must've been of something personal to him. He gave her a small, weak smile, unable to help feeling like a total jerk at the moment. Here he was, holding this picture of her, with her likely-to-be name, and he refused to hand it over. Her voice was almost as sweet as the expressions she flashed him in the photograph, and he couldn't help but find something in it… a sort of comfort, a homey kind of feeling, like he was so much closer to home and familiarity just by listening to her voice.

Now he felt like a weirdo. Why was he feeling… comfort and all these other stupid fuzzy feelings?! Merlin, he must've been a pansy or something in his past life. "It's alright," he muttered as she apologized, then shrugging his shoulders as she asked if the person in the photograph was someone special to him. He gave a brief humorless chuckle. "I'd be able to tell you if I could remember how I even know this person," he said, fidgeting with the picture in his hand, keeping the back of it facing them so she wouldn't see the girl on the other side yet.

He seemed uneasy, like he was in the middle of an internal debate, and after a few long moments of this, he sighed in defeat. "Here," he said, handing her the picture with clear reluctance, avoiding her gaze as he did so. "It's… you. It was in my pocket," he explained a little hesitantly, his gaze falling to his photo-free hands for a moment before looking at her again as she examined the photograph. "Does the name on the back ring any bells?" he asked.

She smiled at him as he started to talk. "Oh." she simply said, it must be very private. She then heard him sigh, and he handed the picture to her. She nearly dropped it. Wait.. isn't that someone I know?? she thought. She nodded and checked her blonde hair. Yep, same colour. She then looked at the picture again. That's me, she said.

When he told her, he had found it in his pocket. She doubted that he was a creep. She smiled a sweet smile at him. "Then we must have been very good friends." she said softly, her voice like velvet. She turned the photograph over.. the name Lisette was written on it. My name? she thought. "Lisette." she said. She nodded. "Yes that's my name." she said, almost half unsure. No, it had to be her. Lisette smiled at him. "Thanks for showing it to me. But do you know what the initials there are?" she cried as she pointed to the T.D.C. "Could it be yours?" she asked.

Gryffindoll · 08-19-2010, 12:07 AM

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Originally Posted by Emms

She smiled at him as he started to talk. "Oh." she simply said, it must be very private. She then heard him sigh, and he handed the picture to her. She nearly dropped it. Wait.. isn't that someone I know?? she thought. She nodded and checked her blonde hair. Yep, same colour. She then looked at the picture again. That's me, she said.

When he told her, he had found it in his pocket. She doubted that he was a creep. She smiled a sweet smile at him. "Then we must have been very good friends." she said softly, her voice like velvet. She turned the photograph over.. the name Lisette was written on it. My name? she thought. "Lisette." she said. She nodded. "Yes that's my name." she said, almost half unsure. No, it had to be her. Lisette smiled at him. "Thanks for showing it to me. But do you know what the initials there are?" she cried as she pointed to the T.D.C. "Could it be yours?" she asked.

He watched as she took the picture into her slender hands and examined it. There was anxiousness in his eyes as he watched her, waiting for a reaction, hoping dearly she wouldn't slap him in the face and walk off.
But nothing like that happened. Not at all. She was incredibly... sweet about it, flashing the boy a smile that he couldn't help but return, finding her own smiles to be a little contagious to him, and he listened as she assumed that they must've been good friends. "We must've..." he agreed softly, finding himself a little distracted at the moment, just watching her.

But he soon snapped out of it as she came to the conclusion that the name on the back, Lisette, must've been her name. He nodded slightly at this, having come to the same conclusion she did when he'd first seen the photograph. But his mind was still on what might have been happening in the past, before their memories were erased, what kind of friendship he might have had with this girl. It must've been a good one if just the sound of her voice could make him feel so at ease and comfortable, even when he didn't even remember ever meeting her.

His gaze fell back to the photograph as she pointed out the initials 'T.D.C.' "It might be," he guessed as she asked if it could be his initials. "I'm not sure why I'd sign a photograph of you, though," he added with slightly furrowed brows. "Unless... I don't know, I took the picture or something," he guessed with a shrug.

He allowed a silence to fall between them then, finding difficulty in tearing his brown eyes away from the girl smiling sweetly and twirling around in the photograph. There was such... a glow to her, something he couldn't quite explain. After a few long moments, the boy spoke again, "Would you mind if I... kept it?" he asked a little hesitantly, his gaze returning to the girl beside him. "I understand if it's weird, I just..." he simply trailed off then, not really sure how to justify this. He just wanted this picture; he wanted to be able to see her face smiling so brightly at him whenever he wanted. And it was strange since he didn't really know the girl anymore, but... that was just the way he felt. He needed to keep her around.

Watson · 08-19-2010, 12:16 AM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

He watched as she took the picture into her slender hands and examined it. There was anxiousness in his eyes as he watched her, waiting for a reaction, hoping dearly she wouldn't slap him in the face and walk off.
But nothing like that happened. Not at all. She was incredibly... sweet about it, flashing the boy a smile that he couldn't help but return, finding her own smiles to be a little contagious to him, and he listened as she assumed that they must've been good friends. "We must've..." he agreed softly, finding himself a little distracted at the moment, just watching her.

But he soon snapped out of it as she came to the conclusion that the name on the back, Lisette, must've been her name. He nodded slightly at this, having come to the same conclusion she did when he'd first seen the photograph. But his mind was still on what might have been happening in the past, before their memories were erased, what kind of friendship he might have had with this girl. It must've been a good one if just the sound of her voice could make him feel so at ease and comfortable, even when he didn't even remember ever meeting her.

His gaze fell back to the photograph as she pointed out the initials 'T.D.C.' "It might be," he guessed as she asked if it could be his initials. "I'm not sure why I'd sign a photograph of you, though," he added with slightly furrowed brows. "Unless... I don't know, I took the picture or something," he guessed with a shrug.

He allowed a silence to fall between them then, finding difficulty in tearing his brown eyes away from the girl smiling sweetly and twirling around in the photograph. There was such... a glow to her, something he couldn't quite explain. After a few long moments, the boy spoke again, "Would you mind if I... kept it?" he asked a little hesitantly, his gaze returning to the girl beside him. "I understand if it's weird, I just..." he simply trailed off then, not really sure how to justify this. He just wanted this picture; he wanted to be able to see her face smiling so brightly at him whenever he wanted. And it was strange since he didn't really know the girl anymore, but... that was just the way he felt. He needed to keep her around.

Lisette smiled at him, his brown eyes were so sweet. She liked it when he smiled. His smile was warm. She nodded. "Huh. Well I doubt that you would take a picture like that." she said warmly. "I don't think you would steal that. And we'll have to find out what 'T.D.C' is or who." She decided that, it would be a good plan. She was curious about the whole 'T.D.C' thing and this guy that she must have known, but she felt as if she hadn't met him. It was a weird feeling ..

Then the silence came. Then he asked her if he could keep it. She smiled at him. "Sure! Well of course, it was in your pocket. So it must be yours!" she exclaimed. She gave him a smile, maybe they could resume they're friendship? She felt like she could trust him. "So I wonder if we all were friends.." she said to him, pointing to the other people there.

Reincarnation Jones · 08-19-2010, 12:31 AM

T.D.C. and Lisette:

Lisette, as you hand over the picture of yourself, the girl in the photograph looks at the two of you excitedly. She gets very close to the edge of the picture and makes a kissy face, then points at TC (which is what I'm calling you now). She grins, claps her hands together and does it again, this time more insistent.

Gryffindoll · 08-19-2010, 12:32 AM

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Originally Posted by Emms

Lisette smiled at him, his brown eyes were so sweet. She liked it when he smiled. His smile was warm. She nodded. "Huh. Well I doubt that you would take a picture like that." she said warmly. "I don't think you would steal that. And we'll have to find out what 'T.D.C' is or who." She decided that, it would be a good plan. She was curious about the whole 'T.D.C' thing and this guy that she must have known, but she felt as if she hadn't met him. It was a weird feeling ..

Then the silence came. Then he asked her if he could keep it. She smiled at him. "Sure! Well of course, it was in your pocket. So it must be yours!" she exclaimed. She gave him a smile, maybe they could resume they're friendship? She felt like she could trust him. "So I wonder if we all were friends.." she said to him, pointing to the other people there.

The boy nodded his head in agreement as Lisette suggested the idea that they set themselves off to a mission, a mission to figure out who or what T.D.C. was. He couldn't help but feel a little curious as well; what if T.D.C. were his initials? He would be so close to finally learning his own name, and Merlin knew that was something the boy would greatly appreciate to learn. He felt completely powerless not knowing a thing about himself, not even his own name.

He couldn't help but grin as Lisette cheerfully told him he could keep the photograph, something that sent a sort of relief to wash over him. But this was exactly what he'd been wanting - to keep this photograph, this only memory he had of his life before this strange incident. "Thank you," he said, taking the photograph into his hand and merely admiring the sight of it for a moment before turning it over and reading the back again.

But then Lisette mentioned an interesting possibility - that perhaps they were all friends.
This got him to blink, his gaze now roaming over the other unfamiliar faces. "I'm not sure…" he muttered, honestly completely clueless as to whether he might have any other form of relationship with someone else in this room. For all he knew, these people could be just strangers, or classmates of his, or old friends, or even family members! "Have you checked your pockets yet?" he asked Lisette, turning his brown eyes back to her. "Perhaps you've got something, another clue?" he suggested.

Gryffindorgurl · 08-19-2010, 01:07 AM

When Jeffery had decided that the boy was fine, he walked back over to his spot. But... where was his pocket knife? He searched the floor with his eyes, but he didn't see it anywhere! And worst of all, the blade had been out when he'd left it. "Hey, has anyone seen my pocket knife?" He asked, now standing up and looking around. That thing was so cool, it had so many things attached to it, he didn't want to lose it now. What Jeffery didn't notice was there had been a slip of paper in the place of his knife. Maybe it was the one that he'd taken out of his pocket earlier. He started towards it. Maybe it said where his knife was?

Reincarnation Jones · 08-19-2010, 01:20 AM

OOC: I love you. Throwing stuff at me like that so I have more to work with. It's perfect.

The slip of paper is actually a list. At the top of the list, it says, "Things I Remember."

First kiss: Janelle Blackburn
School: Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor
Wand: unicorn tail hair
Dumbledore (remember it's a name. But who?)

J-E-L-L-O · 08-19-2010, 01:36 AM

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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee

She was spared looking at her ring for a moment as a loud song threatened to puncture her eardrums. Covering her ears, she tried to look around but the next moment a bright light had appeared and she was forced to squint her eyes shut as well. When both had finally vacated the room, she stood up from her stooped position and looked down to find.... another girl, lying face down. And beside her was also another boy she didn't recognize. She groaned and went over to the boy, who was still unattended to. She gently tried to prod him awake.

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Originally Posted by EmilyMalfoy

Darkness. Darkness was the first hing she could remember. All of her other memoried were gone. Who she was, who her family was and...who these other people were. She tried to sit up and see the people around her, but none of her limbs wouild nove. Not one inch. She also noiced that there was an acrid taste in her mouth. It tasted like...cotton candy and...syrup. Her first instinct was to spit it out, but nothing was in there. As her senses came back to her she noticed that there was a intense punding headache right behind her left eye. She tried to move her hand up to i to sheild it; not that it would work, but her hand barely moved. And it hurt when it did. She set it back on the hard, cold floor and tried to relx and make the pain go away. She was lucky to be conscious at all, but it was hard to look at the positive when your whole body hurt. She heard a voice abpve her and she opened her eyes again. The voice was very loud, and it did not help her headache at all.

He jumped as a loud sound came, he looked around and saw a boy and a girl lying on the floor, he sighed and looked around everyone else was focused on the new additions, he frowned as the slowly awoke, he watched as Logic walked over to the boy, he looked at the girl who was slightly awake. He walked over to her and knelt by her, "Good morning sleepy head," he said as he looked at her, "You okay?" He watched her, why new people?

Gryffindorgurl · 08-19-2010, 01:37 AM

Jeffery picked up the piece of paper, reading it. It was a list of... What he Remembered? His first kiss was Janelle Blackburn... if only he could remember who that was? Wait a minute... Hogwarts? "Hey Frenchie, what school does it say you go to in that letter you found? I think I went to the same one." He walked over to him, showing him the list. And what was a house? Was it something he'd lived in at this Hogwarts? And what the heck was a wand? And who the bloody hell was Dumbledore? He remembered it was someone's name... who whose name was it?

Reincarnation Jones · 08-19-2010, 01:41 AM

(Sorry. You can't write down things you remembered, because you don't remember them. You found a list someone else wrote.)

J-E-L-L-O · 08-19-2010, 01:42 AM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindorgurl

Jeffery picked up the piece of paper, reading it. It was a list of... What he Remembered? His first kiss was Janelle Blackburn... if only he could remember who that was? Wait a minute... Hogwarts? "Hey Frenchie, what school does it say you go to in that letter you found? I think I went to the same one." He walked over to him, showing him the list. And what was a house? Was it something he'd lived in at this Hogwarts? And what the heck was a wand? And who the bloody hell was Dumbledore? He remembered it was someone's name... who whose name was it?

He looked over as Jeffery called him, "The letter says that I go to a school called Hogwarts," he said as he looked down at the list that Jeffery had, he nodded, "Yeah we do go to the same school, do you think we knew each other....wand? The letter I had said I took some Wizardry Test," he said as something occurred to him, "Jeffery I think we are Wizards."

Watson · 08-19-2010, 01:59 AM

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Originally Posted by Reincarnation Jones

T.D.C. and Lisette:

Lisette, as you hand over the picture of yourself, the girl in the photograph looks at the two of you excitedly. She gets very close to the edge of the picture and makes a kissy face, then points at TC (which is what I'm calling you now). She grins, claps her hands together and does it again, this time more insistent.

Lisette looks at the girl, well herself in the picture. She looks at the boy and then back at herself. What? she thought.

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

The boy nodded his head in agreement as Lisette suggested the idea that they set themselves off to a mission, a mission to figure out who or what T.D.C. was. He couldn't help but feel a little curious as well; what if T.D.C. were his initials? He would be so close to finally learning his own name, and Merlin knew that was something the boy would greatly appreciate to learn. He felt completely powerless not knowing a thing about himself, not even his own name.

He couldn't help but grin as Lisette cheerfully told him he could keep the photograph, something that sent a sort of relief to wash over him. But this was exactly what he'd been wanting - to keep this photograph, this only memory he had of his life before this strange incident. "Thank you," he said, taking the photograph into his hand and merely admiring the sight of it for a moment before turning it over and reading the back again.

But then Lisette mentioned an interesting possibility - that perhaps they were all friends.
This got him to blink, his gaze now roaming over the other unfamiliar faces. "I'm not sure…" he muttered, honestly completely clueless as to whether he might have any other form of relationship with someone else in this room. For all he knew, these people could be just strangers, or classmates of his, or old friends, or even family members! "Have you checked your pockets yet?" he asked Lisette, turning his brown eyes back to her. "Perhaps you've got something, another clue?" he suggested.

Lisette smiled at him and looked into his brown eyes. "Your welcome! Well actually I should be the one thanking you. You had the picture of me." she said, grinning.

She watched as his eyes followed all the people. She wondered what he was thinking. "Oh. No I haven't. But its a good idea to check." She reached into her pockets and felt something. What could it be? she thought.

Gryffindorgurl · 08-19-2010, 02:01 AM

OOC: Whoops, sorry!

Forget that first post plz

Andrew picked up the list. What was this? This obviously wasn't his since he couldn't remember anything. First kiss? School? House?

o_O

Wand? And what the bloody hell was a Dumbledore? "Hey, did anyone drop this?" He asked, putting the list up in the air where everyone could see it. First kiss: Janelle Blackburn. He smiled. Someone got lucky, didn't they? Remembering their first kiss? Lucky fellow.

iBeJenn · 08-19-2010, 02:03 AM

Charlotte watched as people smiled and laughed. Had she always been an outsider, even before everything? Her hand wrapped around the block of wood tightly. Had she been? And... was she always so quiet? She walked around the room quietly, hoping to find something else that would trigger her memory, help her get out of here... had she ever been here before? She didn't think so...

Reincarnation Jones · 08-19-2010, 02:17 AM

Lisette: When you put your hands in your pockets, you find an envelope folded in half. It doesn't look like there's any paper in it, though. But there is something bulky in it that's making the paper all wrinkly where it's bulging and has been rubbing against the inside of your jeans.

Gryffindoll · 08-19-2010, 02:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Emms

Lisette looks at the girl, well herself in the picture. She looks at the boy and then back at herself. What? she thought.

Lisette smiled at him and looked into his brown eyes. "Your welcome! Well actually I should be the one thanking you. You had the picture of me." she said, grinning.

She watched as his eyes followed all the people. She wondered what he was thinking. "Oh. No I haven't. But its a good idea to check." She reached into her pockets and felt something. What could it be? she thought.

He was completely confused. What was Lisette doing? The Lisette in the photograph, anyway. She seemed to keep blowing kisses at him and pointing in his direction; he couldn't help but wonder if he had been the one to take the photograph, if those kisses and smiles and overall sweetness was directed at him. It was so strange to see the girl like this in the picture, then see her so different in person. There was still a sweetness about her in person, though, but... it wasn't the same. The girl in the picture knew who she was, knew who she was blowing her kisses to and who she was smiling so brightly to. But them? They didn't even know their full names.

"You were a very lively and friendly thing, weren't you?" he commented to the girl at his side with a soft, brief chuckle, rather amused by her behaviour in the photograph, which differed so greatly from what he saw in person.

He smiled as she thanked him for carrying her photograph, something he couldn't help but find amusingly silly, as it wasn't like he had really done anything worth thanking him for. He'd just searched his pockets and found her picture, was all. "Found something?" he asked curiously as her eyes seemed to turn a little more alert when she searched her pockets.

Watson · 08-19-2010, 02:53 AM

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Originally Posted by Reincarnation Jones

Lisette: When you put your hands in your pockets, you find an envelope folded in half. It doesn't look like there's any paper in it, though. But there is something bulky in it that's making the paper all wrinkly where it's bulging and has been rubbing against the inside of your jeans.

Lisette reached into her pocket, determined to get whatever was in there out. She could hear paper crinkling. A few seconds later, pulled out a folded envelope that was wrinkled. By the looks of the envelope there was something in there. She started to open it. She wondered what could be in it.

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

He was completely confused. What was Lisette doing? The Lisette in the photograph, anyway. She seemed to keep blowing kisses at him and pointing in his direction; he couldn't help but wonder if he had been the one to take the photograph, if those kisses and smiles and overall sweetness was directed at him. It was so strange to see the girl like this in the picture, then see her so different in person. There was still a sweetness about her in person, though, but... it wasn't the same. The girl in the picture knew who she was, knew who she was blowing her kisses to and who she was smiling so brightly to. But them?
They didn't even know their full names.

"You were a very lively and friendly thing, weren't you?" he commented to the girl at his side with a soft, brief chuckle, rather amused by her behaviour in the photograph, which differed so greatly from what he saw in person.

He smiled as she thanked him for carrying her photograph, something he couldn't help but find amusingly silly, as it wasn't like he had really done anything worth thanking him for. He'd just searched his pockets and found her picture, was all. "Found something?" he asked curiously as her eyes seemed to turn a little more alert when she searched her pockets.

Lisette looked over to him, with the envelope in her hands. She smiled. "I guess I was. I wish I could remember that." she said sadly. She smiled at him, the way he watched the photo of her. He seemed to cherish it.

Snapping out of that, she nodded at what he said. "Yes I did. I found this envelope. I think something is in it." she said. She lifter up the lip.

Gryffindorgurl · 08-19-2010, 02:59 AM

Jeffery sighed as no one said anything to him, so he turned around and went back to his spot on the floor. Before he could sit, he heard a small crunch as he stepped on something. What the? Why do all these things keep appearing on the floor? And why does he keep having to find them? He lifted his shoe to find...

OOC: Your welcome in advance

Reincarnation Jones · 08-19-2010, 03:13 AM

OOC: I'm at home and don't have access to stable interwebs or Photoshop, so I don't have a picture. I apologize in advance.

Lisette: As you open the envelope, you notice that "I'm sorry, Tristan" is written on the back of it. When you open it, you find, tucked in a corner, a simple but elegant diamond set in a platinum ring.

Jeffrey: You find two pieces of wood that looks like they used to be attached. A red something-or-other is still hanging between them and one end looks like it has a handle.

*squee*

Gryffindorgurl · 08-19-2010, 03:18 AM

ANOTHER piece of wood? Why was there so much wood in here? He carefully picked up the two broken halves of the stick. They were held together by... a feather of some kind. He could tell because of the shape and texture of it.

WTF?! o_O

How the heck did he know that? Wow... that was weird. He inspected the stick more closely. There seemed to be a handle at one end, where someone would hold it probably. But what was this used for? He looked all around for his pocket knife, but to no avail. Maybe that piece of wood could fix this piece of wood!

LaFresita · 08-19-2010, 03:19 AM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindorgurl

Andrew picked up the list. What was this? This obviously wasn't his since he couldn't remember anything. First kiss? School? House?

o_O

Wand? And what the bloody hell was a Dumbledore? "Hey, did anyone drop this?" He asked, putting the list up in the air where everyone could see it. First kiss: Janelle Blackburn. He smiled. Someone got lucky, didn't they? Remembering their first kiss? Lucky fellow.

Jeffery sighed as no one said anything to him, so he turned around and went back to his spot on the floor. Before he could sit, he heard a small crunch as he stepped on something. What the? Why do all these things keep appearing on the floor? And why does he keep having to find them? He lifted his shoe to find...

She glanced over at the list, but the first line alone told her it wasn't hers. As she turned back around, though, she heard a crunch from where Jeffrey was standing and looked over to find a piece of wood broken in two but kept together with a strand of.... something. "That isn't anybody's, is it?" she asked as he picked it up from the ground. "May I see it?"

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