Oscar

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victorthevillain:

With an apparent lack of interest glazing his aging features, Victor surveyed the stranger as he had done, to his surroundings, moments prior. He consumed the silence - allowing the words to fall from the other’s lips before opting to direct his own curiosity elsewhere. “You’re an inquisitive one, aren’t you?” Their proximity narrowed barely an inch or so, but Victor seemingly found the other amusing. “All I wanted was a beer, not to begin an investigation. Although, if you’re really that curious to discover why this ghost town still has a full stock of supplies, then be my guest. We ain’t starving for a while, which I’m pretty damn glad about, but I ain’t that interested to know the purpose right now.” Disinterest veiled him and doused the very words he expelled - despite the distaste he awaited. “It takes a hell of a long time to build a house, let alone a whole town for us, Princess.”

“ Yeah, I have yet to decide if that’s a fault or a positive trait. ” She shrugged and dug through her plastic bag of goodies. “ I don’t have beer- but I have some coca-cola? ” She pulled out the glass bottle (coke in a glass was best, everyone knew that, even those who didn’t know their real names) and held it out to him. “ Well then how do you explain this? Nothing looks as though it’s been touched. If you have answers, I want to hear them. I don’t think I’ll be able to relax until I know why we’re here. “

[papcrandpcn-blog]

“ Here’s a notebook and a pen. ” Oscar adjusted the glasses she’d found while exploring. They didn’t truly have a purpose, but she found them very pleasing for her aesthetics. “ Write down everything you can remember about yourself from before. Things like your favorite singer, favorite food, what languages you remember... ” She trailed off trying to think of what else she could personally remember.

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the-convict-mike:

The girl was talking a million miles a minute and Mike just kept the frown on his brow, severely lacking a poker face. It was hard to get a word in edge wise and he almost cut her off, but then she was offering him a candy bar and he paused for a moment. Tough guy attitude momentarily put on hold, glancing between her face the the sweet she held out for him. He took it gruffly, unwrapping the candy and tearing off a piece to pop in his mouth. He tried to follow along with everything she was throwing at him. Conspiracies and questions that maybe had gone through his own mind at one point or another. He’d been able to find beer when he’d first woken up to help lessen those thoughts. She’d found sugar…not a great combination, he guessed. The mention of prison, however, had him bristling. The tattoos were enough for him to know he was probably familiar with a place like that, though he had no memory of it. 

“Lady,” he snapped, holding a hand up to get her to stop the onslaught of questions and thoughts for a minute. “Pump the breaks a minute. I don’t got any more answers than you do, sweetheart.” 

Her jaws shut with an audible click and she blushed heavily. “ Sorry, guess I got a lot to say? ” She shouldered her bag and squared her shoulders. “ So where did you wake up, and have you met anyone else? ” Oscar- god that name didn’t sound quite right to her, but she was sure she’d grow into it. “ Cool tattoos though. ” She offered the statement quietly, a sort of olive branch to make up for her rough onslaught of questions. “ Want some chips? The convenience store is just like, a block or two away... ”

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victorthevillain:

He crushes a beer can within his large and scarred palm - a hiss releasing itself from the small indentation - and tosses it aside among aging floorboards. They’re mottled with dust, a clear indication as to how long time had stood still; withering away like the world beyond a glass pane window. Although he had surveyed the ghost town, squinted his dark eyes and clawed at every possible clue, Victor was as unknown as the world he had been born into.

Eventually, despite his lack of interest, a figure arises within his peripheral vision. The shade of grey is familiar, clad in a jumpsuit just as he, and his lips part to reveal a silver tongue and mannerisms doused in arrogance.

“Y’know, I’m all for the element of surprise, but forgetting my own damn name ain’t what I had in mind.” There’s a tilt to his jaw as the echo of strained vocal chords ricochet from wall to wall. “Funny thing is,” he gestures, pointed fingertip, at the large letters across his chest with little acknowledgement for what was embroidered across the other. 

Phonetic, he assumed.

“There’s some poor bastard out there branded Hotel.”

Oscar was almost angry that someone had figured out the pattern in names before she had. She would have said something, but the look on ‘Victor’s’ face made her think twice.

“ It’s not as bad as Papa. Can you imagine being like... my age, and someone’s calling you Papa? What if they’re a female, would we call them Mama? At least we- ” She gestured to both herself and him. “ got relatively normal names, I mean, I’m being called Oscar, which is kinda cool. ” She shrugged, kicking dust with her feet as she looked around the room. “ These are very even layers of dust. This place has been undisturbed long enough for dust to settle on everything- yet the food I found hasn’t gone wrong... I wonder how long it’s been since anyone other than us has been in here...” She dug through her bag and grabbed a bag of skittles. “ Want some? ” She didn’t wait for him to respond before continuing. “ Has this town been built specifically for us? Nothing has been moved, the dust hasn’t been moved, the convenience store wasn’t touched, there are no broken windows... Have you found anything? A note? Instructions? ”

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the-convict-mike:

A gun. That’s what Mike was looking for an so far he was out of luck. There were other weapons, a pocket knife, a golf club, and his own fists – but a gun, and a loaded on, was something he hadn’t come across yet. He thought maybe the convenience stores might have one, but either someone else had come along to take it or no one in this bumfuck city thought they’d need to protect themselves with deadly force. 

The sounds of footsteps had him turning his head to look at the approaching figure. He’d thought he’d come across everyone else, but one more showing up? He wondered how many of them there were. Same gray jumpsuit, same odd name stitched into the breast, same desperate, lost look on her face. Oscar according to her jumpsuit and he snorted at the reaction. At least she didn’t come in swinging, like he’d done to a few. 

“Let me guess,” he said, smart ass as always. “Woke up in the middle of nowhere, no memories, can’t remember your name and have to go by the lousy word on your shirt, am I right?” 

She blinked and grinned, just glad to find someone else.

“ Yes, yes, and-- ” She glanced down at her jumpsuit, only then noticing the stitched name in the gray fabric. “ Oh- hey! ” Oscar. How ironic. “ Well you’re the first person, so I guess Oscar is my name? ” She shrugged. “ Who’re you? You’re wearing the same sort of jumpsuit as me- so you probably also woke up with no idea who you are. But your jumpsuit says Mike, so that’s what you’re going by, right? ” She took a deep breath and dug into her bag. “ Want a snickers? ” She held out the wrapped candy and grinned. “ I woke up, funnily enough, by the convenience store on Oscar Drive. I wonder if whoever put us here meant to do that, y’know, put us by places that share the same name as the one on the jumpsuits. Do you know who put us here? No, probably not, you said you didn’t remember anything, but our clothes bring up the image of prison- but aren’t those supposed to be orange? Maybe we were in an insane asylum? Is there an insane asylum here? What city is this? “

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kiersey clemons

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The silence was only enjoyable for about thirty seconds before she began to want to fill the silence with something. Even screaming sounded appealing. But no one screamed, and no one spoke, and only her own footsteps echoed down the street. It was frustrating, and she hastily grabbed a snickers bar from the plastic bag she’d taken from the convenience store on Oscar Drive. The crunch of the wrapper filled some of the silence, and the candy helped fill her empty stomach.

She was in the middle of opening a bag of chips when she caught sight of a figure dressed in gray at the end of the street. Perking up, she shoved the chips back into the plastic bag, all the while vowing to find a clothing store and get a backpack, and ran up the street. It only took a moment to catch up but she struggled to catch her breath as she greeted this wonderful other person.

“ Hey. ”

[papcrandpcn-blog]

The asphalt was warm against her back, and she would have been content to just keep sleeping in the warm sunlight had the sun not been shining directly on her eyes.

A loud groan was her only protest as she flung her arm over her eyes. Scratchy material made her scrunch up her nose as she fully gave in to consciousness. Opening her eyes, the grey material of her clothing was the first thing she noticed. The second thing she noticed was the silence. Slowly lowering her arm, she pushed herself into a seated position and observed her surroundings with wide eyes and parted lips. For all she could see, down alleys, streets, and inside buildings, there was absolutely no one.

“ Hello! ” Her voice sounded scratchy and she was overcome with intense thirst as her body began to remind her that she hadn’t ate or drank in-

The silence became the least of her worries as she suddenly realized she had absolutely no idea about who she was, what she had been doing, and where she was at that very moment. Suddenly the fact that she was completely alone, on what she knew should be a busy street, was absolutely terrifying. A loud growling from her stomach startled her, and she glared down her gray covered torso.

“ Well fuck. ” She pushed herself onto her knees and then her feet and then wobbled as she tried to stay standing. The issue of No People would have to wait, she would have to focus on herself first. She always did work better on a full stomach, though she was unable to remember how she knew that. A couple wobbly steps got her a few feet further and she squinted up at the street sign, hoping it would give her an idea of where she was.

“ Oscar Drive. ” She trailed off, cocking her head to the side. “ Huh. ”

A glance to her left revealed a convenience store and she grinned. Bingo.

Everything else could wait until she had something to eat and drink.

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