I don't remember the last time I posted this

[bottecellie]

THE AMNESIA MEME

Ah, amnesia. The old standby for soap operas, it usually involves a good knock on the head and a complete loss of memory. Ever wanted to do that to your character? Well, now's your chance.

1. Comment with your characters!
2. Others comment. Optionally, go to RNG and roll the scenario. (As to who gets knocked on the head, well, that's up to you!)
3. ???
4. PROFIT.

1. HEAD-ON COLLISION - ... whoops. It was an honest mistake, really! You didn't see that car/tree/post/person/whatever coming, but now you're stumbling out of the wreckage sans memory. Better ask for help.

2. WAIT, WHO ARE YOU? - Okay, so a while ago, you got into... something that caused you to lose your memory. Fortunately, you managed to get by and create a new identity for yourself. Unfortunately, someone new has just entered your life. Or should I say, someone who's a little too familiar...

3. RINSE AND REPEAT - Sigh. Really, this is just so inconvenient. You wake up everyday with no memory of who you are, and have to figure it out over the course of the day, only to fall asleep and have to do it all over again the next day. Good thing someone's there to help you out, right? And what's with all those post-its and notes?

4. THIS ROOM'S TOO WHITE - Welcome to the hospital. You've got an "Unknown" tag on your wrist, a healthy diet of bland hospital food, a steady trickle of doctors coming in to check up on you, and a TV, and nothing else. Looks like someone's coming to help you today, though! Here's to hoping they knew you before you lost your memory.

5. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! - Oh, crap. There's something only you can do right now -- that is, the you who didn't lose your memory, anyway. Better figure out a way out of this mess and how to control your strange abilities before it's too late.

6. FIGHTING FOR THE WRONG SIDE - Uh, oh. Looks like your enemies decided to take advantage of your confused state and convinced you that you're on their side. Here's to hoping your allies can get you back to yourself before you cause some serious damage.

7. JUST TOO TRAUMATIC - You just saw something that's so traumatic you lost your memory because of it. Unfortunately, right now, you have to remember it, or else something really bad happens. Hope you don't regret remembering this!

8. I DON'T WANT THIS - You've been living a peaceful, ordinary life, for a while. And you'd rather it stay that way, because you're not sure if you'd want to remember what went before. Unfortunately, something's coming, and the key to stopping it lies in your memories.

9. NO SUCH THING - Maybe you were a wizard, or a werewolf, or an angel, or a demon, or something else entirely before, or maybe you just knew about the masquerade. Sadly, you've been knocked on the head and now believe yourself to be a perfectly ordinary person. Magic? That doesn't exist, right? Anything can be explained with science, after all! Right?

10. I'M WHO?! - And who the hell are you? Basically, this is the wild card option! Combine one of the above or make up a new one or whatever you want! Go wild!

Comments

[fatso]

So, she felt bad for the guy. It wasn't everyday that Yukito brought a strange guy into her house, but it wasn't like she could just leave him there. He was all alone and said that he didn't know where he was or who he was. Someone else was bound to find him and not everyone was as nice as she was; they could use him for terrible thing and she didn't want to think about that.

Carefully she opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside, using her foot to shut it behind her. Slipping her shoes off she carefully made her way deeper into the apartment, setting a few grocery bags on the kitchen counter before going over to him.

Leaning over the back of the couch, she looked down at him as he slept.

[not_so_big_and_bad]

Akira suddenly bolted upright, grabbing her by the neck and forcing her against the wall. He was wild-eyed and confused, trying to discern his surroundings.

"Who are you!?" he snarled, smashing his fist straight through the side of a dresser, "Tell me! Where am I? What have you done?!"

[fatso]

Yukito didn't have time to gasp or do anything before her back was pressed roughly against the wall, her fingers clawed at his hand as she tried to get it away from her neck. It was hard to answer his questions with his hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply and she was starting to squirm.

She didn't want to resort to kicking him where he'd really feel it, but if that's all she could do then she'd do it. Not like she ever hesitated before. Bringing her leg back as far as she could she tried to knee him in the crotch.

[not_so_big_and_bad]

"Ah!" he fell back for a moment, but quickly managed to shake off the pain. It had at least cleared his head. Things were a little more stable, now. He fixed his eyes on hers as he stood tall, fists clenched at his sides.

"Now answer my questions."

[fatso]

If she was any more cat she would have hissed, ears pressed flat against her head, and tail bushy, but she wasn't. She bent over and coughed as she filled her lungs with air food a few minutes before she looked back up at him.

Oh, she was mad. She went out of her way to make sure he was alright and this was the thanks she got.

"I'm surprised you don't remember, but you were pretty out of it last night and had a fever." Slowly she moved with the wall behind her until she was in a more open area, like the kitchen, to put some distance between them. "Found you on the side of the road all beat up last night, tried to get a name out of you, but you said you couldn't remember. So, I brought you to my place and started to treat you wounds, but they healed up really fast..."

[not_so_big_and_bad]

"Don't ask me, I can't remember shit. Where are we?"

[fatso]

She sighed. "My apartment. You'll be safe here." Walking around the counter she picked up a bag and tossed it to him. "The clothes inside should fit you, go take a shower and I'll make you something to eat, okay?"

[not_so_big_and_bad]

"I'm not that filt---"

Okay, maybe he was that filthy. He was too tired to argue about it, though. After snatching up the clothing, he pushed into the bathroom and shut the door, hastily going about his shower.

"Don't suppose I had any ID on me."

[fatso]

"...To be honest, I didn't check. At the time I was too worried about your wounds," she said from the kitchen, throwing a few pots and pans around until she found what she was looking for and started cooking.

"Guess that should have been the first thing I did, but this is my first time ever doing something like this."

[not_so_big_and_bad]

"What, you mean you don't normally bring strange men home?"

[fatso]

"Basically, but now that I think about it not many people come over period."