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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 16, 2016 19:45:41 GMT -5
A tall man, almost abnormally tall, in fact, walked quickly down the city sidewalk. He glanced up at the darkening sky as night began to fall, then down at his rip-off Rolex watch. It was almost time. The man quickened his pace, black and white sneakers thumping quietly with each step. The city was still. As he arrived at his destination, he paused, peeking around the corner. There, he waited and watched his target's still body. It was only a matter of time before they woke up and his work truly began. Whenever you're ready, Night )
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 17, 2016 23:57:57 GMT -5
It's fine! Take your time
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 19, 2016 15:00:33 GMT -5
That works perfectly XD)
The man watched as his target regained consciousness, still staring from around the corner. As she tried to sit up, he rushed over but not in a panic, in a way that showed concern for another human being. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked as he approached, stopping before her. His figure was shadowed for the most part, however, some street lights from outside the small alleyway they resided in lit him up from behind. Even in the dusk, it was easy to tell just how tall and thin this man was and what he wore, easily seven feet in height and wearing a long trench coat.
He offered the woman his hand to help her stand, knowing this would be the beginning of his newest assignment, and the beginning of her new life. "You can stand, right?" He knew very well that she could. Besides being a tad dizzy for a few minutes and losing literally all her memories, she was unharmed. All subjects were, but he had to play his part as the innocent man who wants to help.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 19, 2016 17:44:20 GMT -5
At the sound of the sudden voice, Phallon started and turned her head in the direction of the speaker. In the fading light, it was hard to make out any details of his face as he hurried over to her, but it was hard to disguise the man's height and build. Tall and thin; not too intimidating of a figure despite wearing an odd trench coat. Yet the young woman braced herself to make a get away at any wrong word.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine... I think," she muttered, tilting her head back in order to look at the man's face. She shifted a bit on the ground, trying to find any source of pain from the small movement. When none came, she relaxed a bit. At least nothing was broken or even bruised. That was good. Only once she was certain that everything was working fine did she reach out to take the hand offered to her.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 19, 2016 18:37:25 GMT -5
Shane pulled her up easily to her feet, with her help, of course. He let go of her hand once she was standing on her own. good, she didn't seem to be too dizzy from the whole ordeal. "What were you doing lying on the ground like that? I just looked down here and there you were. Thought you were dead at first." His tone was actually rather lighthearted, but still trickled with convincing concern. "Did ya get attacked or something?"
One could say that. After all, the Organization, even Shane himself, had had to break into her apartment when they were in Colorado to capture her in her sleep. Boy, she put up a good fight, too; he still had a decent sized bruise on his side as a result of her kicking him. But, seeing as how they couldn't really injure their subjects, tranquilizer in the back of the neck did the job nicely. It was such a great spot. No one ever really looked at the back of their neck in mirrors.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 19, 2016 19:12:29 GMT -5
"I... I'm not really sure," Phallon replied once she was standing on her feet. She cast a glance down at herself. As far as she could tell, there was no signs of blood anywhere. "Nothing hurts, and I'm not bleeding. Other than a crick in my neck, I think I'm okay."
Her brows furrowed a bit as she scrambled to figure out what had happen. Surely she would have remember entering the alley way. After all, that wasn't something a normal person would do. Was it? Maybe she had to travel down this alley to get home. Then again, she didn't remember living anywhere near here. The more she tried to think, the more confused and worried she became. Her attention landed on the stranger. For a brief moment, she wandered if she should tell him of her memory problems. Then again, he didn't know her, not that she knew of at least, so how would he would be able to help her?
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 19, 2016 19:23:50 GMT -5
"Well, that's good," Shane said with a small nod. He glanced around then. "You should probably head home now. The city can get pretty dangerous at night. A lot of weirdos come out and all that. You don't live too far from here, right? If you do, I'll gladly walk you back home." He made it to seem like her going home on her own was a bad idea, and it really was. He'd follow her form the shadows if necessary, but his prime objective called for him to stay close to her so as to keep her safe and get on track to a better life. He'd have to do his best convincing her to let him help her. Following behind was only a last ditch resort.
He wasn't too fond of walking the streets alone himself, let alone this girl. She would be a prime target for all kinds of crazy people in the darkness. Why the Organization had to pick this city for her rehabilitation was beyond him. He understood why it was in New York, the new location having to be a different state than the one the subject was captured in, but why this city? Even NYC would have better... Sometimes, he really didn't understand the people he worked for.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 19, 2016 20:36:10 GMT -5
"Um, well..." Phallon started, trying to think of the best option. Sure, he was all concerned and gentlemanly now, but what if he turned out to a one of the creeps he mention? Who knows what he would do if he knew about her lack of memories. Then again, if she turned him away, who knows how long she would be out here, wandering around the city in search for a place to stay for the night. "The thing is, I'm not sure where my house is," the woman finally said. "I have no idea where I am, or what happened. All I know is, I woke up in this alley and you're talking to me."
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 19, 2016 22:02:41 GMT -5
Shane's eyebrow raised inquisitively. "Oh. Well, you surely can't stay out here the whole night, and we can't go where I'm staying... Check your pockets. Maybe there's something in them that'll have a clue or even an address?" he suggested, shoving his hand in his own pockets casually.
The only things she'd find would be what the Organization left her: a pocket knife for self-defense, money for food and living for a little while, and a piece of paper with the address for the motel room the Organization set up for her. It wouldn't be too far from their current location either. Walking distance.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 20, 2016 1:23:18 GMT -5
Shane took it and read it. He already knew where they were heading, but he always had to play his part as a helpful stranger. "Yeah, actually. It's a motel not too far from here, maybe half a mile," he told her then noticed there was also a room number. Huh, that was new. They never really put the room number on the paper, too. He handed it back to her then started walking out of the alleyway. "Come on, I'll walk you there. Name's Shane, by the way." He could easily introduce himself, but she'd have no idea who she was. one of the perks of erasing memories with the Organization. However, he knew they'd also leave a new driver's license in the motel room with her real first name and fake last name, along with some more generic clothes, food they knew she liked, and doufflebag like she traveled there herself. It was all part of the experience.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 20, 2016 11:42:00 GMT -5
Phallon took the paper back, studying it a moment more. It seemed to be a reminder in case she forgot. She had no idea if she had wrote the note herself, though. Shaking her head slightly, she returned the note and money to her pockets before hurrying to catch up with the man. There was no reason not to follow him. Sure, she was still a little wary of him, but what other options did she have? Here was a guy willing to escort her to her motel room. If he tried anything else, she had a knife she could use to fend him off. Possibly. "Nice to meet you," the woman muttered, not coming forth with her own name. She had a vague impression of what her name was, but she didn't want to say it in case she was wrong. Surely there would be some kind of ID back at room she apparently was staying at. At least, that's what she was hoping for.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 20, 2016 13:05:07 GMT -5
Shane looked down at her on occasion with friendly, blue eyes, making small talk as they went along. Generally, he was trying to be polite, but also gain her trust more as he would have to stick with her for a while. As they walked and passed under street lights, his appearance was much more noticeable. He wore a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, but though he was thin, muscles clearly showed with the shirt. His face was slightly unshaven, like thicker stubble that had been left to grow for a few days on a more square jaw, lips curled in a smile. he could have possibly been from German decent, by the looks of his face. Some may have even called him handsome, but others average. Basically, he wasn't a stunning guy but by no means ugly either.
After walking about four blocks, the buildings thinned and a motel sat in the distance, a single light by the street flicking on and off rapidly. Smaller lights right above the room doors and the broken sign indicating the motel's name were the only other sources of dim light. The building itself wasn't in bad shape, but it didn't look very friendly or inviting either, especially not in the semi-darkness. "The paper said you were in room four," Shane recalled then walked over to the respective door, motioning with his hand for her to follow. "Got the key?" he inquired once standing by the entrance.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 20, 2016 16:08:15 GMT -5
As they walked, Phallon stole a few glances at her companion. Although, she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Her head barely came level to his shoulder. It was easier to see his face now once they were under the street lights. Nothing about him stood out. At least there was nothing that sent any alarm bells in her mind. If she had been looking for him in a crowd, she doubted she would be able to pick him out from the people around him. It was hard to tell, but she figured he was his around her age or even a year or two older.
She herself, though she didn't know it, was a pretty recognizable person. Her hair was a flaming red and filled with natural curls that reached pasted her shoulders. When she spent the time to fix it, she could make it look great in any hair style. Yet at the moment, it was more or less just a frizzy mess. Her eyes were a bright emerald green and rested above freckled covered cheeks. In fact, there was probably more freckles than ivory toned skin around the middle of her face. Those freckles make another appearance on her shoulders and upper back, but hardly anyone ever saw them. As for her build, she wasn't thin but by no means was she heavy set either. Maybe a tad bit big boned, but she had always tried to keep herself in shape. Of course, none of this she remembered.
"If I had the key on me, I would have found it the first time I checked my pockets," Phallon replied, trying not to sound too snappish at the man. "Shouldn't the front desk have a spare? Maybe we should go ask if we can get it. Either that or try to pick the lock one."
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 20, 2016 16:27:08 GMT -5
"Well, I'm guessing that you don't remember your name, do you? I mean, with everything else you seem to have forgotten, including where you were staying at, it makes sense. It's like you have amnesia, almost," Shane said, sounding quite thoughtful about it. "I don't think the front desk is gonna be of any help to us." He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled out a paperclip and bobby pin. Before, she had been able to pick locks easily with only these two simple items. This was more or less her first test to see if she remembered subconsciously her second nature past. "Think you can do it?"
Under the glow of the door light's glow, it was now more clear of his appearance. More details were starting to present themselves in the direct illumination. His hair was as black as the night around them, short but still a few inches long, enough to give him bangs which stayed just out of his eyes. And his wrist, just hidden under the tan sleeve of the trench coat peeked out a scar. Long and clean, it seemed to run right over his veins and tendons while he held a thief's master tools in his hand for her to take. There was also a small scar of similar shape along the bridge of his nose.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 20, 2016 17:09:40 GMT -5
"No, but I keep stuff around in case I lock myself out of my apartment again," Shane said to her with a friendly, slight embarrassed smile. "If you'd rather me pick the lock, then fine. I'll do it." The man shrugged and got down on one knee to be more level with the lock. Sticking the tools in the door's cheap lock, he started fiddling around with them until there was an audible 'click.' "Bingo." Secretly, he was disappointed to have messed that test up, but there would still be others. Outside, he was happy and stood, opening the door and gesturing for her to go inside the black void of the room first if she so chose.
Inside, he was relatively sure what they'd find. It would be like all the other cases he's worked. There would be some music and foods lying around she was known to enjoy; that way suspicion was kept to a minimum so she wouldn't question why she had CDs or food she hated. there were also bound to be clothes inside a doufflebag. Her new, fake driver's license would also be there, sitting on the counter, by the door as soon as they walked in with the key to the room beside them. It was all staged to look like she'd forgotten them when going out, or something of that manner. He just hoped the organization hadn't given her some kind of dumb last name this time like Williker. Who's last name was Williker? deep down, he still felt bad for his last subject for that new name.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 20, 2016 18:07:48 GMT -5
Shane followed her inside, shutting the door easily behind him so as not to make too much noise and wake up any neighboring tenants. Peering over her shoulder, and her whole body, he read the name. Good, it wasn't a horrible name this time, he thought then glanced around. Yep, it all seemed as it had in previous cases. The bag of clothes and other 'personal' items was by the bed like usual, neatly placed and zipped closed. The room itself was also tidy and clean for the most part, but had a few dishes int he sink to make it seem as if she'd been there for at least a night. All was going pretty well, so far.
"Phallon Foster, huh?" he said then, looking back to her and the little card she held. "It's a pleasure, Miss Foster." As he said this, he put on a fake British accent, simply for comedic effect. There was nothing wrong with being a little silly now and again, even if he was working a serious job. This girls life literally rested in his hands.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 20, 2016 18:43:53 GMT -5
"Owe me one? Nah, you don't owe me a thing." Shane shook his head as he spoke. He wasn't allowed to accept gifts from the subjects anyway, not even favors. It was all policy. Besides, the work was only just beginning. "I don't think I should leave yet anyway. I mean, you still have amnesia, right? And you were in a dark alley all by yourself, on the ground. What if someone was trying to hurt you or something?" the tall man suggested, moving to lean on the wall with his hands in the trench coat pockets. A frown came on his face then. "I don't think you should be all alone right now. I know I'm still just a stranger to you, but I can't stand the thought of an innocent girl getting hurt or robbed or whatever." No matter what, he had to stay with her, or, at the very least, stay in regular contact. "I'd give you my number so you can call if there would happen to be a problem, but I don't think you have a phone, do you?" Sadly, a phone was not provided. The Organization would have to fix that, he thought.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 20, 2016 19:32:01 GMT -5
At her threat in the end, he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "Hurt me? Don't worry. I don't have those kinds of intentions." He found it rather cute that she'd threaten him like that, though. Most people didn't tend to threaten him for a multitude of reasons, one of them being how insanely tall he was. It was intimidating.
"I'll take the couch, thank you. And if you don't want to cook, that's fine. I can make you something right now if ya want. I'm a pretty awesome cook if I do say so myself." He said it all with that friendly smile returning and gesturing with his hands still stuck in his coat pockets. "But I doubt you want food right now, considering it is 1:00 in the morning." He finally produced his right hand and pointed to the simple white clock which hung on the wall. However, he wasn't sure if she'd be hungry or not. Who knows when the last time she ate was, because it sure wasn't at Organization headquarters. They never fed subjects, because they were never there very long.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 21, 2016 10:52:13 GMT -5
Shane raised a brow at her optimism but said nothing about it. Instead, the man took off his long coat and hung it up on the wooden coat rack which stood by the door. When he then stretched his arms, the shirt thinned out to show just how muscular Shane was. It appeared as if he specifically trained to develop the tissue for strength, much like a bodybuilder but now quite to that level. It was another thing required by the Organization. One had to use brute force and strength in this job more than others would think.
"Guess I'll call it a night, too," he sighed, letting his arms fall back to his sides and swing slightly while he walked. Making his way to the couch, he gave her that same little smile, trying to ensure that he would do nothing wrong with her. "Any extra blankets in the bedroom?" While inquiring, he laid his long body on the couch, the bottom half of his legs sticking out and hanging almost completely off the sofa. But, he didn't seem to mind much, putting his hands behind his head and still giving her that reassuring, friendly smile.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 21, 2016 13:42:44 GMT -5
Phallon watched him as he took off his coat, still just to make sure he wasn't going to try anything funny. After everything that has happened in the last hour, she just wanted to make sure she could go to sleep without any worries. Although he didn't seem to have any weapons on his person, it was clear that she would be out of luck defending herself if he did decide to do anything. His trench coat and shirt had hid most of the man's muscles that she caught a brief sight of while he stretched. She would definitely sleep with her knife by the bed just in case.
At his request for spare blankets, Phallon snapped out of her thoughts. "I don't know, let me look," she said, heading off into the bed room. She checked the closet first, and when she didn't find anything there, she looked into the dresser on the far wall. Hidden away in the bottom drawer, there were several blankets tucked away. She grabbed two of them and brought them back to Shane. "It looks like the couch is a bit small for you," she commented as she handed the blankets to him. It was hard to mess how his legs dangled off the edge. "Are you sure you'll be comfortable there?"
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Dec 21, 2016 15:58:40 GMT -5
Shane gratefully took the blankets and sat up slightly to situate them over his body, fumbling a bit to get the blankets unfolded. He merely glanced up at her while he worked, smile there still. "It's sweet of you to be concerned, but I'll be alright. Trust me, I've slept in way worse conditions." The word 'way' was quite exaggerated in his statement. There had been times in his life when he'd literally slept on the streets, in abandoned buildings, and once in a tiny shipping crate. This couch was nothing.
When he finally got the blanket situation under control, he laid with his head propped up on the opposite armrest of his legs. His hands were together, placed neatly on top of the blankets. "So, before we do turn in for the night, got any plans for tomorrow? Er, technically this morning?" It was past midnight, after all. "I'm thinking we go around town and see if anybody knows you, or has any clue as to what's going on," he suggested. Of course, no one should really know her at all considering the Organization was usually quite careful of that sort of thing, and they were states away from where she'd been first captured. In fact, inwardly, the guardian was quite excited for the next day, going out on the town and exploring more of it than what he was required to learn for the assignment.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 21, 2016 16:35:35 GMT -5
Phallon watched as Shane situated himself. Despite his assurance, he still didn't look too comfortable. However, she didn't argue. It was too late in the night, or early in the morning, to worry about. "We?" she asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. Or that was what she tried to do. Sadly, her facial muscles weren't skilled enough to move each individual eyebrow, so her look took on a more surprised appearance. "I would have figured you would go your own way once you made sure I wasn't in any more danger." He brought up a good point though. It would be best to try and find someone who might know her, but where to start with that search was what gave her some concerns. How would they even begin tracking down friends or family of hers? After all, she didn't have a cell phone to aid in the search, and no one else was staying here with her, that she knew of.
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