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| 25 Oct 2012 04:04 PM |
You are Johnny Rodriguez, and you are damn sure you're dead. Yet you feel alive, at the same time. Maybe figuratively, not literally. But if literally, then that would be amazing.
Now to focus at the task at hand. Your fashion! Man, you can remember a lot of memories about you trying to deal with your fashion, and man your suit is just very fancy right now. A leather jacket, your hair slicked back (if slick is a word, is it?), and you just look like you're about to go off and have some fun night with a couple dudes.
By now, you can see people entering the smoke. But behind you, another explosion happens. This time, greyer. More diseased looking. Just as it happens, screams come out. Soon, the screams fade out, and the same smoke is left.
There are two smoke puffs now.
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| 25 Oct 2012 04:08 PM |
LOLno.
~“A friend is someone who will bail you out of jail. A best friend is the one sitting next to you saying ‘boy was that fun.’” - The Maugles |
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| 25 Oct 2012 04:09 PM |
I popped the collar of my jacket, for an odd reason, I felt like it must be done. Personally, I never really paid attention in school, but screams were bad. Pondering in thought I wondered, did I scream when I died? I died from a gang didn't I? Or maybe I fell out of a building.. onto a spiked fence, OH, or maybe I crashed into a tree and the car exploded.
My thoughts trailing away at the task at hand, before coming to the final conclusion, how did I die? I checked myself for blood, or something, as I floated along towards where I was destined to go. |
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| 25 Oct 2012 04:17 PM |
You try to remember how you died.
All you remember is a stab. Nothing much other than that. Weird. But maybe it'll come later, when you gain more memories.
However, you've been thinking too much that you somehow didn't see a lady, and bumped into her.
"Sorry, sorry." She replies hastily, looking at you, with an eyebrow raised. She doesn't make you remember anything, so maybe she wasn't really part of your life? You'll never know.
Also, you're coming closer to the new puff of smoke. |
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| 25 Oct 2012 04:30 PM |
I nodded to her, Stabs aren't good, but that could mean anything, I could have stabbed someone before being killed, or who knows what,
I tried to move faster, reaching in my pockets to see if I had anything on me, like my knife, or comb.
Maybe I draw a memory to my mind. |
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| 25 Oct 2012 04:36 PM |
You put a hand in your pocket, somehow a memory flashes to you. You remember something- like, when you were preparing for this occasion, and you did the exact same thing...
There we go. A coin? Why would you have a coin? Out of all things- a coin?
But hey, this sparks some kind of memory. Something involving a confrontation. A friend. A decision. That's all you remember.
You fear maybe if you keep on remembering things, maybe that during your lifetime you carried an elephant, and suddenly you remember that, and then an elephant comes onto your head, and then you'll be carrying an elephant for eternity.
Well, that doesn't sound right.
But somehow, just thinking that the coin is gone makes the coin disappear, as if it was vapor. But thinking it's there makes it come back. Good, you suppose. You don't want to carry elephants. No, seriously, stop with the elephants. |
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| 25 Oct 2012 04:47 PM |
I grabbed the coin, rolling it in my hand feeling it, before examining it closely. I stuck on hand in my pocket as I looked at the coin in my pocket, I was in pure awe.
Pure.
Awe.
I rolled it in my hand till it ended up on my thumb, for a reason I could not think of, I wanted to flick the coin. I shot my thumb upwards, watching in amazement as the coin flew upwards before gravity had it's way and it went back down slapping into my open palm.
I continued on. I doubted there was gravity here, but it felt like the right thing to, uhm, think.
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| 25 Oct 2012 11:22 PM |
You have finally reached your destination- the smoke. This one, it seemed like more are still observing it than actually going in it.
"Alright everybody, we don't know what just happened, but all we know is that it happened again." A voice came from the crowd, as he ascended for everyone to see. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 06:50 AM |
| I simply watched, flipping my coin in my hand every so often, before just holding it. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 11:45 AM |
"The thing is, when this came here, has anyone heard the screams? They weren't of excitement. They were of pain. Sorrow. What do you guys think?"
A horrified murmur came from the ghost crowd.
"Maybe they died again?" A voice suggested. Another one remarked, "What if they are involved in the making of the fog? Like, ghosts make smoke, or somethin'?" |
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| 26 Oct 2012 11:53 AM |
"What if this 'ere void got too filled and they want to off us?" I remarked, in my Brooklyn accent, flipping my coin into the air and catching it once more.
"Either way, I'm gonna keep moving, if the bad stuff is going on back there, going forward is the best option." I stated and went forward. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 11:57 AM |
"Maybe. But what'd happen to those that are hit by this light?" A question rose.
You, however, float towards the large smoke, its appearance tempting you to enter it. A few look at you, and another few glide behind your back warily. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:06 PM |
| I shoved my hand into my pockets, anxiety rising. I desperately wanted to hold my comb or knife, I knew they were important to me in my real life, so having them in the after life, would be kind of nice. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:10 PM |
| "So what's your move, hotshot?" A voice comes from behind. Really familiar. Like, very very familiar. Friend-familiar. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:11 PM |
| Still attempting to clutch something of my past, my head shot behind me. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:16 PM |
A teenager, almost wearing the same attire as you, looks at you with a smug face. "Hm?"
Almost immediately, you feel like this man had given you a gift before. A gift...
A comb! Aaron!
From his pocket, he pulls out a fancy-looking comb, and, of course, combs his hair. Your comb. Before of course, he gave it to you. So it makes sense- he gets the comb because he was the first to remember it.
As for his name, you can only remember his first name. What was his last name again? |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:19 PM |
I ran the comb through my hair a couple times, before sliding it into my back pocket. I tugged on the bottom of my jacket for a minute before asking "What move?"
I racked my brain for a last name for this Aaron kid. I tried to piece together the words Aaron, Friend, Comb, Gift. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:21 PM |
| "Hah, well I thought you was gonna go and enter the fog." He smirks. "You seem like a familiar one, although I can't point out who your really are. Jo...sie?" |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:34 PM |
| "Johnny." I said, before than saying "You're Aaron." |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:40 PM |
"I'm Aaron." He nods. "Anyway, so we must've been friends, huh? No wonder I vaguely remember you. Maybe we really know each other a lot."
He looks at the fog. "Know what this does? Heard it allows you to head to a random memory of yours. Revisit it, or somethin' like that. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:42 PM |
| "Might as well try it out. At the very least it'll be something to do." I said, and headed towards it. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:45 PM |
He follows you as you head towards the fog.
At first, the place seemed foggy and made it hard for you to see. However, followed by your accomplice, the scene suddenly changes- changing to a scene which both of you 'somehow' remember...
A walk in the forest?
You feel something materializing in your hand. A knife? How lovely. In his hand, a crowbar materializes.
"Woah." He remarks. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:48 PM |
| "What the hell were we doing when we were living?" I remarked looking at the weapons in our hands. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:50 PM |
| "I don't know. Let's play with it, though. Maybe this'll spark some memories." He replies, taking the lead, and began to venture deeper into the forest, following nothing but his instincts. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:50 PM |
| I followed, flicking my knife opened and closed. |
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