Something about tea leaves and happiness...

A twenty something... I think. And My name is - what was it? - Robert! That's it. I'm Robert and I'm twenty - something - years old. Rather confused. D'you know me? M!A: None, accepting. {OC. This is a sideblog, so I will be following back from another blog, but it will be here the RPing goes on. Might be NSFW or triggering. Read the About and stuff. No images belongs to me unless stated. Will play with anyone and any fandom.}

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So two of my faceclaims are currently hanging out.

Sun and Robert..

There are bloody pics of them together agsbhs

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Triggering Memories // Open RP

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Chey sat back then, breathing out quietly. Well this was certainly a situation and, although she was intent on helping him, where was she going to start? “Listen, I better get going… I think the nurses are making the rounds… will you be okay?”

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"Yeah," Robert breathed without looking at her. He kept his gaze at that crack in the ceiling, focusing on his breathing. He didn't have much more to say. He could feel the headache in the back of his head again. 

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Even if William was scared for his life, he would never show it. He was in a strange town, in a strange flat he'd never seen before, and the last thing he remembered was being chased. By them. Had they gotten him? William didn't know, and no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't remember. He assumed they had, since he was here now, since he couldn't remember anything more of it. 

William was walking down the street of the town he was located in. He didn't recognize anything of it, he'd never been here before. He read the signs, at least they seemed to talk his language here. And as he walked the street down, he wondered what date it was, and just how long he had been gone. There was a faint headache growing at the back of his head. 

Did he know anyone here? It didn't seem like it, and anyway, how could he? He couldn't have been here that long, right? He couldn't have been passed out for more than a couple of days. A week at most. 

William wanted to call his father, make sure everything was alright. But after their last fight, after he'd found out  what his son had been up to... he wasn't sure he was ever allowed back home, his father probably never wanted to see him again. William sat down on a bench that stood against a house wall, watching the people walking by. They all seemed so careless, and William wondered where the feeling of it all being too late came from... 

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Triggering Memories // Open RP

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She wasn’t really sure where to start with finding this guy, but was set on helping him. Perhaps she could ask for help from Harry… yeah, that would be helpful. “Well then we’ll find that out… we’ll get this sorted, okay?”

Robert nodded. He wanted to bawl his eyes out, he felt sick and tired and confused. He felt like a child that had lost his mother. Well, he was. And right in that moment, he wondered more than ever who his mother was, and if she if anyone missed him. 

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{So I fixed Sun's blog. Now I only have to fix Bobbie's. 

We'll do that tomorrow.}

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When you RP with people and their posts are like fucking Shakespeare and yours are basically I CAN COUNT TO POTATO

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Triggering Memories // Open RP

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"Well, that’s a blackout — you passed out, woke up in a different place with no recollection of how you got there or way… it’s horrible." At least she understood that at least, though refrained from mentioning it. "…Would you like me to help you find this guy?"

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Robert wondered what would happen if they did find William. Perhaps he could tell Robert something about himself, family, pass friends and why no-one was looking for him. At least someone must have missed a lost young man... right? Robert sighed. "What if he's me?"

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Triggering Memories // Open RP

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Cheyanne wasn’t stupid, that much she knew… she could keep up with people but now, sitting listening to him and trying to piece everything together that which he was saying… well, it just wasn’t working. She sat with a blank expression, eyes following him constantly. “D’you mean like a … like a blackout, or something?”

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"Blackout...?" Robert was silent for a few moments more as he collected himself enough to speak again, and this time he spoke slowly and really concentrated on speaking as clearly as he possibly could. "I had... my headache - the one I took.... meds for. It g-got bad an' I... fainted. Now 'm 'ere, an' I woke up... with a name just... spinnin' around in my... head. I... Whatcha mean, blackout?"

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Triggering Memories // Open RP

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Her face had fallen quite straight now, definitely confused by the whole situation and what she had just seen. The problem for her now lay at that she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to aggravate the situation, God no, but she wanted to help him too. What an unfortunate tossup.

"Are you in any pain?" she asked gingerly, breathing in slowly. 

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Robert shook his head softly without taking his gaze of the crack in the ceiling. He opened his mouth to speak, but drew a short breath before doing so. "Don' ya think t's weird? Tha' I wake up 'n me flat wi' a note from unknown wi' ma' name an' stuff on i'? An' I don' remember anythin? Bu' 've 'ad regular doctor's appointments an' all... An' now 'm ju'... I 'ave a name all o' a sudden. An' no-one knows me 'rom before. Wha' if me name isn' Robert a' all?" Roberts voice was weak and shaky, he pressed his lips into a thin line.

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Triggering Memories // Open RP

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As he exclaimed she sat up more, glancing around to make sure no nurses were coming. “No, shh, Robert calm down, calm down, it’s alright.” Though, how true was that statement? It was obvious by how he was reacting it had effected him somehow… God if only she could help him.

"Chased? Chased by who?"

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Robert had to think about that question for quite some time, but how he tried he couldn't remember a thing more than being chased, and then black. He shook his head too hard, feeling slightly dizzy afterwards. He looked up to the white ceiling again. There was a crack there he hadn't seemed to notice until now. 

"I don't know..."

Perhaps it was just a dream. 

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{ x } Dwight had figured it out by the time the man had finished speaking; He must have thought that he was William and he was an entirely new person; Robert. The medic could only smile a little, nodding in agreement. “Tha’s pretty normal after a car accident Robert, But ah’ promise ya’.. Ya’ ain’t dead. An’ ya’ ain’t ‘sleepin’ neither.” He answered softly; Growing angrier that the doctors hadn’t answered his countless questions. “Ya’ own town mate. Ya’ not far from ‘ome.” He smiled. “Ah got flown over just’ta talk to ya.” 

The smile Dwight wore grew a little brighter as Robert mentioned feeling good, despite his confusion he seemed responsive, perhaps it was the fact they looked alike that confused him. Dwight couldn’t blame him for that, it was rather surreal. “Tha’s good Robert, Ah’m glad ya’ feelin’ alrigh’. Do ya’ wanna walk around a bit? Maybe a bit’a air would make ya’ feel a bit more awake?” He offered; Pausing when the man asked when he would be leaving. “Ya’ can leave when tha’ doctors feel tha’cha’ would be safe on ya’ own.” He informed, allowing the name for the time being. “We don’t want’cha gettin’ ‘urt again now do we?” He smiled, placing the documents onto the bedside table and putting his bag down on the floor; rummaging inside it for goods, should the man not feel like a little walk outside. Dwight expected him to be tired, weak at least.

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Oh, so he was in the regular small town he usually walked around. And as Dwight mentioned that, Robert's head seemed to clear a little and he lied quiet for a few moments, trying to collect what he remembered. "'Ve been livin' 'ere for most o' the year, an' no-one seems t' kno' me..." he said, speaking slower now, more thoughtfully than he had before. "I don' think 'm from 'ere..." Since the town wasn't big at all, and no-one even looked the slightest like Robert. This wasn't where he came from. 

Dwight had mentioned a car accident though, and now Robert had questions. Was this accident before or after his memory loss? Perhaps the many months of living in this town had just been some distant dream of his. Right, his name was Dwight, Robert reminded himself. But he couldn't let William Haze go. 

"'d like t' try an' walk a' least," he said and pushed himself up on his elbows. "M' legs hurt when m' head does. Feel kinda sore t' move a' all... Yeah, y' look a lot like William..." He still couldn't let that go. Robert tried to imagine himself for a moment, but couldn't. "Dwight..."

"An' I'd like t' ask ye some things and talk a bit and... yeah. Stuff." Robert sounded almost like a child as he spoke, he felt like one too, small and treated as if he couldn't handle anything himself. 

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{ x } The slight grunt of pain from the man wasn’t the expected reply; but Dwight reached up to shut the main light off regardless, leaving only the lamp beside his bed. The moment Robert looked at him, Dwight paused, his brow furrowing lightly as he seemed to recognize him— Perhaps incorrectly, but it was a start for an amnesia patient. “Ah’ ‘ate ta’ tell ya’ this but ah’m not William. My name’s Dwight.” He informed, slight worry knitting his brows together.

"Ya’ remember someone?” He asked softly, flicking through the files once again to check that it was indeed Robert. Or William, whichever the man chose to be today at least; Either way Dwight would accept it, It was his name after all. “‘Ow are ya’ feelin’ today?” Dwight chirped gently, taking out his pen to scribble some things down on the paper provided.

Dwight was one of those doctors that seemed to get through to people; Weather they be mad, sick or dying; He would manage to ease their minds. Perhaps it wasn’t smart of the doctors to leave the man alone so often, so much so that the light had hurt his eyes. Dwight wrote a short note to the good doctor himself, making sure the horrid man would stay away from Robert for the remainder of his stay.

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"Ye kno'..." Robert started as Dwight turned to turn the light off. "This 'ospital is dead. I' feels dead. 'S like 's full o' wandering... y'know... people. Sleepwalkin'. I'm sleepwalkin'." Then the light got much duller, and Robert relaxed his eyes. He drew a shaky breath. This room smelled bad, it smelled like medication and cleaning chemicals. Robert hated it, he hated the bitter scent of it. It reminded him of someone trying to cover up the scent of a dead one. 

"Y'kno'," he then said again, looking to the man standing by his bedside, as if he wasn't hearing is question. "'ve been 'ere for 'bout a week now, an' I still don' kno' where I am. Y' said 'ospital? Bu' where?" Robert had been told several times where, he just didn't remember it long enough. 

"An' y'know somethin' more? I feel good, tho' I don' think I can move. An' 've got all tha'" he gestured towards the IV stand next to him, "t' keep the headaches 'way." Wow, Robert, you seem to be in the mood for talking today. Perhaps it was the new face that lit his mood up, perhaps it was the fact that it was William that he was talking to, and even though he'd told him he wan't who Robert was asking about, it was what Robert had now told himself. "'Ey William, when am I gettin' out o' 'ere?"

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She sat forward at that, concern riddling her whole expression. She didn’t want to show it too much though, being that she was there to comfort him. Softly she lifted her hand to stroke back his hair, lowering her voice.

"Shh, it’s okay, it was just a dream."

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"No!" Robert exclaimed and shook his head, tears were burning behind his eyes, and he was fighting to keep them away for at least a little while longer. "No, no, no, no, no!" He lifted his head from the pillow. 

"'s happened," he said. "I know i' 'as, I remember bein' chased b'fore..." he let his head drop back against the pillow. He reached up a hand to the back of his head, feeling the scar beneath his hair.

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Cheyanne didn’t dream anything, just a blank nothingness whilst she rested her eyes for the hour. At first, she didn’t hear him, staying in her sleepy state, though on his second call to her, she started to stir. Mumbling a little something under her breath, she cracked her eyes open and blinked at him.

"Hm?… Oh, hiya. How are you feeling?"

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Robert didn't reply at first, he just looked numbly at her for a few silent moments before he slowly opened his mouth to speak. Another tear fell from his eye. "I was chased," he said softly, though his voice was shaking. 

"I'm scared. I was chased and I was scared," he whispered. "But I remember."

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For a while she sat just watching him as he drifted off, hand still holding his as he lulled himself off into a sleep. At least now he looked peaceful, hopefully letting his mind rest. Though from her own experience, she knew that that probably wasn’t the case.

After a little time, Cheyanne too had begun to feel sleepy and ultimately ended up snoozing in the chair, curling around in it as much as she could. 

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Robert woke up an hour or so later with a yank, though not sitting up. He opened his eyes wide and stared up to the ceiling. He remembered being chased. He remembered it. A lonely tear rolled down his cheek as he thought of the happening. He remembered being scared, and he felt scared thinking about it. 

He tilted his head to the side as he drew a shaky breath. "Chey-chey," he mumbled as he spotted her sleeping on the chair next to him. "Chey-chey?"

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{ x } Dwight had been informed about the man with amnesia in room 2B; Robert was the name he had told the doctors, but that wasn’t his real name. It was unusual for the medic to be called to such affairs, but the doctors insisted that he must try and talk to the man, at least.

Taking hesitant steps behind the good doctor— Dwight clutched the paperwork to his chest as he looked around; they had basically flung the file at him upon his arrival. Telling him to follow the doctor before they even knew his name.

The doctor carelessly blurted out a question at the seemingly sleeping patient, making Dwight’s brow furrow slightly; It wasn’t proper practice to wake sleeping patience like that. Nor was it proper practice to walk around like he did not want to be there; but Dwight ignored it, ushering the good doctor out of the room with a smile.

Letting out a gentle sigh as the door clicked shut, the medic took a seat and began flicking through the paperwork they had given him. Without a glance upward, he smiled lightly. “This ‘ospitals a bit shit ain’t it?” He asked softly, he knew the man wasn’t asleep; he couldn’t possibly have been after the noise the doctor made, but he wanted the man to feel at ease.. at least. It must have been terrible to lose one’s memory.

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Robert didn't flinch when the doctor spat the question at him, nor did it register in his head. But it seemed he knew Robert wasn't asleep at all, and had decided to ignore all pleasantness he had to show his patient. In fact, it seemed that the staff in this hospital had given up on Robert just the second day.  

Robert listened to the door close, he listened to patients turning and he listened to the new one's voice. Was he some kind of specialist? Probably. Robert opened his eyes to the bright light of the room, and squinted, it almost felt like the light was cutting through his eyes, and he let out a soft grunt. 

"Could ye turn the lights off?" he asked before turning his head to the new doctor. Nothing about him registered in his mind, it was as if he forgot everything he'd seen as soon as it had crossed his eyes, and he watched him through half closed eyelids. 

"'R ye William Haze?" he then asked again, after having had a few moments of thought... He looked like William Haze. Robert felt his heart skip a beat, was this the William whose name had been spinning in his mind. "Y' look 's I remember 'im. Yer William."