#forgottenstart

[dovesansa-blog]

“do you even know how to work this?”

[marchpatrickjames-blog]

James could not remember the last time he walked outside, it was probably long ago, years, more than 80. It was before his death, before everything started to crumble around him and that was the reason why he was not worried about being in the city when he got there, in fact he would try to take advantage of the fact that he could feel the cold air against his skin, he could see the night for the first time in decades, and it made him stop in the middle of the street and look up, fixing his white shirt when he heard footsteps close to him and he turned to look. “Who are you?”

[d4rlenealderson-blog]

When Darlene noticed the familiar buildings around her, she couldn’t believe it. That wasn’t Antta, nor was it some shitty town. It was New fucking York. She had no idea how she got back in the Big Apple or when, but she was so extremely glad she was in NYC. She had stuff to finish but first, she needed to find a phone – hers seemed to be gone ( but this was no news, she hadn’t seen her smartphone since her arrive in Antta ) , and she needed one to contact Mobley or Trenton ( or shit, even Cisco ) and to pay for a taxi. When she noticed a car pulling over, she rolled her eyes. It was a middle aged man. “ If you want hookers, you might wanna try a couple of blocks away. There’s nothing here for you. ” She said and the man drove away. Shaking her head, Darlene walked away, hoping no one else would bother her. She had no time for shit. Little did she know, she wouldn't be able to do anything she had in mind. The city had something else planned for her.

[angelicxnovak-blog]

“excuse me,” claire does her best to put on a friendly smile(though she’s certain she doesn’t quite succeed-she was just tortured after all) as she taps the stranger’s shoulder. “have you seen anyone around here named jody? maybe even an older guy named dean and his really tall brother named sam? i’d even settle for castiel-he’d most likely be wearing a trench coat.”

[rosequartzx-blog]

Her weary hands dragged down across her face as she let them drop to the side of her body, she finally opened her eyes; her left hand was the first thing to move. It rose in front of her so that her gaze could cast upon it her fist clenched as Rose Quartz looked around her new surroundings, it was impossible for her to exist with Steven around, so that raised so many questions in her mind, and even better yet; where even was she? Of course, the place she found herself in wasn’t exactly in the best state, it reminded her of one of the Kindergartens. Her body shuddered at the thought. However, her main worry was still Steven.

Upon seeing a shadow in the distance, Rose Quartz approached them cautiously. “Excuse me?” Rose called out. “I was wondering if you could tell me where I am? Admittedly, I’m a little lost...”

[poisonnisley-blog]

she may have forgotten nearly everything, but she knew how to read maps. the sheet had just been lying there, and a quick glance at the lines and markings knew that it was important. and anything important was going to be hers. 

leaning against a tree trunk, at the edge of town and close to the lake, pamela opened up the map, murmuring to herself. “ ...c u r e, ” she read out. “ memory...unbelievable... ”

[ycgapants-blog]

━━━━ she remembers dozing off, her lids taking s e c o n d s to moisten the film that covered her eyes. what she doesn’t remember is falling asleep. somewhere ( on the internet ) she’d read there was a GRACE period, about seven minutes where you fall asleep     yet don’t remember it. and BETH was way past that threshold, she was already dreaming, scenes playing out in her head. TERRIBLE scenes... but scenes all the same. her older brother’s green eyes, wide and nearly transparent. her sister’s brown eyes, c o n s t a n t l y frantic and alert. she felt herself writhing softly in the chair she had fell asleep in. her palms sweating and sticking to the table, picking them up to curl them into FISTS. her brows furrowing, but still asleep. her heart rate speeding up, but still asleep. her breathing became labored and heavy, but still asleep. still ALIVE. “hannah !!” she stage whispered as she lifted her head from the table. looking around she found herself in a public place, her dream ( or nightmare ) had made her f o r g e t how she’d even got there. she dropped her face in her hands, her palms being a vessel for T E A R S that she didn’t know were shed. “god damn it.     so-sorry.” beth apologized the few that heard her call for her sister. ‘home, home. i want to go home.’

[hrhaurora-blog]

aurora lifted the shirt up to see it better, the large, long skirt of her old dress waving in the wind. she wore her cloak over her shoulders, though the hood was down. “...shall i take just one? i’ll take just ONE,” she said to herself with a nod. “one of everything...others need this more than i do, i’m sure...”