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| 17 Apr 2013 08:12 PM |
The musty scent of camphor overpowers your senses, waking you up with a start as you lay on a coarse bed. The designs of the blanket were exquisite, you had never viewed it before in the quilts that mothers used to weave.
The elegance of the blanket overwhelms you majorly; enough to override your field of view. You snap out of it after realization of your surroundings. A decrepit apartment house stands before you, the walls were cracked and teemed with creeping black termites.
You don't remember being here.
All you knew formerly was being in the vanguard of the Union soldiers.
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:16 PM |
| "Hello? Anyone? I would like to know what's goin' on here." I shout to the room. |
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:18 PM |
No replying voice comes back to greet you, though faint footsteps are heard, as if someone is nearing the room you are in.
You get tightly nervous; where are you?
Who are you?
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:23 PM |
| Name...name...must have had a bonk on my head. My name is Jack Harrison. |
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:25 PM |
Jack Harrison.
The memories flow back in to your vacant mind; about your mother, the Union soldiers, your loving wife..
The suspected man near the door knocks, the sound being sharp to your ears.
"Get out! Now!"
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:28 PM |
| I don't hesitate, I fly out of bed, barging through the door. "What!?" |
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:34 PM |
The man flinches repulsively, and then frowns. As to get back in to tune, he fumes and looks you down with an evil eye.
He has a blue cap on, with some marking of an oddly shaped star representing authority.
His suit stands out the most, with a slick black trim and a card sitting in his back pocket, his hands going for a pair of metal shackles in a pack.
"You're under arrest for three cases of vandalism and third-degree murder."
He wields the metallic shackles with a ferocious face. He was clearly one not to be messed with.
"Hands behind your back."
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:35 PM |
| "I don't recall...." I struggle to remember what happened as I slowly draw back into the room out of instinct. |
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| 17 Apr 2013 08:44 PM |
"Don't play innocent on me." the man replies with a snap.
He pulls you back and flips you over; taking his shackles and wrapping them around your hands when you hear a *CLICK*; the man pulling you away from the room while you struggle to remember.
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