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Post by Shadow on Jun 3, 2017 14:41:40 GMT -5
(right around 11 years, it was bound for something to go wrong cause none of the original parts (except for the battery) had been replaced yet, its just the new alternator that I replaced the broken one with happened to be broken :v) (but i'm gonna be going camping for the next few days so expect spotty replies at best)
Aleks mulled over the information that he just received. "So, your dad's a public official of sorts? And they seriously can't find out what happened to them? What about nearby towns? Are there crimes similar in nature nearby?" he questioned, although he didn't really expect her to know all this information. He definitely thought it was strange that the crime streak suddenly stopped, but it was even more intriguing that the townspeople grew so anxious over it. It had to have been really bad in order to invoke that kind of reaction from the public. "Honestly, I don't know. My name might not even be Aleks as far as I'm aware. But I don't know, do amnesiacs ever recover their memory? And I haven't gone to the doctor, since I can't imagine it'd be easy to get in without an identity, a family or money," he shrugged, seeming nonchalant about his memory loss. "Although I do admit it was strange to wake up in the middle of the town in a suit."
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Post by liz on Jun 6, 2017 1:00:22 GMT -5
"My dad's a city council man, has been since he was eligible. And no, they simply....vanished." Checking the time on her watch, she was relieved to see she still had some time before she had to get ready and jumped up onto the counter with ease, sitting blissfully as her legs dangled off the edge, her feet swinging rhythmically. Thinking hard, Toni's eyes widened and she quickly grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the nearest door. "Sign your name." When he began to look confused she said, "In high school I helped my mom with an interview of a newly arrived doctor. He was a brilliant older man who moved from the big city to here so he could work but live in a less stressful environment. He told me about this case where they couldn't figure out how a patient lost their memory amen he was called in to consult. In ten minutes, he managed to identify the man simply by asking him to sign his name. It's like riding a bicycle, you can't forget."
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Post by Shadow on Jun 6, 2017 13:57:04 GMT -5
As his confusion began to fade, a different, unidentifiable look appeared on his face. Slowly taking the pen in hand, he began to write 10 different unique signatures from muscle memory. He couldn't explain why he could produce signatures of so many others off the top of his head, so instead of speaking to try and explain himself, he just shrugged, and gestured to the paper before looking at her. He appeared bewildered, because of the short list of signatures that he wrote, none spelled 'Aleksandr Faust'. The doctor may have been right about never forgetting how to write signatures, but it didnt help when he had forged other people's signatures more often than he wrote his own. This lead to a puzzling result after he lost his memory. "Well..." he muttered, his hands now resting on the countertop as he leaned forward onto it
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Post by Shadow on Jun 9, 2017 1:06:02 GMT -5
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Post by liz on Jul 9, 2017 22:34:47 GMT -5
Furrowing her brows in confusion, she bit her lip and drawled out slowly, "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. Like, maybe you're a personal assistant so you often have to sign for your bosses?" Her voice, though certain at first became very unsure, not even convincing herself for a positive view on this new discovery. Sighing, she shrugged and said hopelessly, "Well, I need to go to work and you should probably look around town, see if anything's familiar. If not, you're more than welcome to stay with me until you land on your feet."
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