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"Ouch" Gilliam's voice echoed across the walls as his eyes opened. He seemed to be in a basement of sort. He forced himself to a seated position, letting his eyes get used to be used again. Looking around he noted that everything around him seemed to be crushed against the floor with a tremendous pressure.
His right palm found his forehead and placed itself supporting his head. ”What happened?” he muttered as he felt a thundering headache, as well as a lingering feeling of that there were something that he really wanted to do, and itch if you will. Though not able to remember it he realized something very different and even worse.
“Who am I?” The question echoed across the walls, as well as in his mind. The very weight of the question was heavy indeed, and the answer seemed to be nowhere to be found.
Forcing himself to his feet, taking in the room he was in again, now with a clearer vision. His initial vision were right, but somewhat lack of detail. Everything was crushed against the floor indeed, but how they were made no sense. It was as if one had crushed them with a tremendous weight, as everything was flat against it.
Only more questions filled his head as he walked towards the only door in this room, opening it with a loud creak.
What happened? Why did it happen? Who did it?
Where only a fraction of the questions that filled his mind, apparently it seems he knows how to operate doors, and basically how a layout of a building is, or he might have issues getting out of here, so it was only the memories of himself and such that were gone. He pondered on as he walked up some stairs, heading towards a door in the end.
The sad thing was that he did not have a choice; he simply had to accept this now and see if he could make his memory return, though there was this feeling that there is something that he had to do but he could not remember.
The door opened, letting the rays of the sun fill the room, and forcing his hand to lift to block the direct sun to his eyes. As he walked out onto the pavement, his eyes got used to the sun in a few seconds time.
“Umm….” He muttered as he looked to the sides. There was no one to be seen, only buildings as long as the eye could see. Some stationary cars here and there, though he still found it weird; he knew what a car was, he basically knew how it worked, yet he did not know anything about himself save the basics of his appearance.
His mind flashed, loosing vision of his surroundings he saw a different image, it was a vision from his eyes showing his hand stretched out as a car not too different from the one that he was standing next to, was utterly crushed.
As his vision came back to this world, he noted that he was sitting on the ground, his headache thundering even more. What was this, a vision of the past, a lost memory? If so, what powers did he control?
Forcing himself to his feet yet again, he drew his breath.
“HELLO!”
He shouted what his lungs and vocal cords could muster, his greeting echoed between the walls, carrying it far beyond its planned distance.
He supported himself to the car in front of himself, his headache only got worse. He had an idea of where to get some aspirin, though it baffled him that he knew this. It must have been something he had done several times in the past.
With that in mind, he headed to his left, hoping to either find someone else or to find a store of sorts to get some aspirin or the like for his headache.
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Read the rules, and setting, in the same post as linked to above.
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"Ouch" Gilliam's voice echoed across the walls as his eyes opened. He seemed to be in a basement of sort. He forced himself to a seated position, letting his eyes get used to be used again. Looking around he noted that everything around him seemed to be crushed against the floor with a tremendous pressure.
His right palm found his forehead and placed itself supporting his head. ”What happened?” he muttered as he felt a thundering headache, as well as a lingering feeling of that there were something that he really wanted to do, and itch if you will. Though not able to remember it he realized something very different and even worse.
“Who am I?” The question echoed across the walls, as well as in his mind. The very weight of the question was heavy indeed, and the answer seemed to be nowhere to be found.
Forcing himself to his feet, taking in the room he was in again, now with a clearer vision. His initial vision were right, but somewhat lack of detail. Everything was crushed against the floor indeed, but how they were made no sense. It was as if one had crushed them with a tremendous weight, as everything was flat against it.
Only more questions filled his head as he walked towards the only door in this room, opening it with a loud creak.
What happened? Why did it happen? Who did it?
Where only a fraction of the questions that filled his mind, apparently it seems he knows how to operate doors, and basically how a layout of a building is, or he might have issues getting out of here, so it was only the memories of himself and such that were gone. He pondered on as he walked up some stairs, heading towards a door in the end.
The sad thing was that he did not have a choice; he simply had to accept this now and see if he could make his memory return, though there was this feeling that there is something that he had to do but he could not remember.
The door opened, letting the rays of the sun fill the room, and forcing his hand to lift to block the direct sun to his eyes. As he walked out onto the pavement, his eyes got used to the sun in a few seconds time.
“Umm….” He muttered as he looked to the sides. There was no one to be seen, only buildings as long as the eye could see. Some stationary cars here and there, though he still found it weird; he knew what a car was, he basically knew how it worked, yet he did not know anything about himself save the basics of his appearance.
His mind flashed, loosing vision of his surroundings he saw a different image, it was a vision from his eyes showing his hand stretched out as a car not too different from the one that he was standing next to, was utterly crushed.
As his vision came back to this world, he noted that he was sitting on the ground, his headache thundering even more. What was this, a vision of the past, a lost memory? If so, what powers did he control?
Forcing himself to his feet yet again, he drew his breath.
“HELLO!”
He shouted what his lungs and vocal cords could muster, his greeting echoed between the walls, carrying it far beyond its planned distance.
He supported himself to the car in front of himself, his headache only got worse. He had an idea of where to get some aspirin, though it baffled him that he knew this. It must have been something he had done several times in the past.
With that in mind, he headed to his left, hoping to either find someone else or to find a store of sorts to get some aspirin or the like for his headache.
