Memory (Closed RP with Flurryqueen)
Jack couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Granted, no one would argue with him on that point if they knew about how he had woken up one night a few weeks ago with no recollection of anything that had happened before. Most people would argue that memory loss that severe was something wrong indeed, but something nagged at the bag of Jack's mind that he couldn't shake off. Was he more than just a simple cashier working a lame minimum wage job at Wal-Mart, or was he just being wishful?
He wouldn't have even known what to call himself if his employers hadn't contacted him right away and started calling him by his name: Jackson Overland. He'd apparently just gotten the job at Wal-Mart before whatever it was that had taken his memories had occurred. At least it meant he wouldn't have to relearn his job since he was technically still in the training stage, but it was kind of disturbing to not even remember interviewing for the position.
A girl came up to the register and plunked a handful of cosmetics on the belt. He picked the first item up and scanned it, catching his reflection in its little mirror just before he tossed it into the bag. That hair of his was so strange. He was either quite the punk for bleaching his hair that white or had a case of albinism. Part of him wanted to go to the doctor to check which it was, but a shiver ran up his spine at the thought of the doctor. There was something foreboding about meeting with a medical practitioner. Something that hinted at danger.
He shook his head to banish the irrational fear from his mind and looked up at the girl and smiled. "Is that all for you today?"
"Yep," she said, "Unless you can get me some of that awesome hair of yours."
Jack laughed and took the girl's money, then quickly made change and handed it back along with her receipt. "Thanks," he said, "Glad to know I'm awesome." The girl giggled and walked off with her purchase, and Jack breathed out a weary sigh and crumpled down onto the scanner, burying his face in his hands.
This facade was so hard to wear day after day, pretending nothing was wrong just so he could continue living his life. Was anybody else suffering like he was? Probably not. This was probably something he had to go through all alone.
The sound of some things plunking onto the belt made him jerk out of his pity party and paste his phony smile back on his face. None of the customers needed to see him like this. There was no sense in making any of them unhappy when they had nothing to do with his struggles.
He greeted the person as he scanned their first item. "Hi there. Find everything you need today?"
