Memory oh memory, where for art thou, memory?
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:59 am
Irania lifts her head from her book, hearing the sound of a flute from outside. Getting up from her seat, Irania peers outside and sees no one which sets her to move outside of the building with less fear.
"Hello Irania" The voice has a tinge of familiarity to it.
"You." She replies in surprise. "Jacob Kent."
The conversation continues until Jacob attempts to leave.
"Wait!" Irania shouts loudly, setting off the ache in her head painfully. "Don't go!" I know I can remember. Jacob moves back to his place before her where the conversation once more continues despite her own, and most likely his as well, urge to leave him standing there.
~later~
After somehow ending up laying beside him, Irania moves his arm from her waist and stands, looking down at him curiously. I shouldn't be so quick to believe this man...he may or may not be telling the truth. Still something about him is familiar. Stepping away from the sleeping Jacob, Irania walks to the depot by the Farms Union building and hangs her head over it, looking for nothing yet poking through it in any case. Stupid woman, he is lying to you! Probably just another man trying to get what he is tired of receiving from his hand! Or was he? This is getting out of hand. I grow tired of these games.
Irania shuts the depot and returns the Jacob, who still sleeps soundly, and stares for a few more moments.
"You are confusing to me." She speaks aloud as though he is listening through his sleep. It's not like I asked him to show up here... Irania thinks to herself before removes a parchment from her sack. It's not like he expected to find me here either though. Or did he? Brushing aside her thoughts, Irania begins to write.
Irania looks over her short letter to scan for any missed thoughts and places it beside Jacob on the ground. It seemed he was the only one who could help aside from perhaps her brother, who she had not gotten the chance to speak with yet. Hopefully the man would not speak to her as he had the last time. In any case it was going to be over soon.
"Hello Irania" The voice has a tinge of familiarity to it.
"You." She replies in surprise. "Jacob Kent."
The conversation continues until Jacob attempts to leave.
"Wait!" Irania shouts loudly, setting off the ache in her head painfully. "Don't go!" I know I can remember. Jacob moves back to his place before her where the conversation once more continues despite her own, and most likely his as well, urge to leave him standing there.
~later~
After somehow ending up laying beside him, Irania moves his arm from her waist and stands, looking down at him curiously. I shouldn't be so quick to believe this man...he may or may not be telling the truth. Still something about him is familiar. Stepping away from the sleeping Jacob, Irania walks to the depot by the Farms Union building and hangs her head over it, looking for nothing yet poking through it in any case. Stupid woman, he is lying to you! Probably just another man trying to get what he is tired of receiving from his hand! Or was he? This is getting out of hand. I grow tired of these games.
Irania shuts the depot and returns the Jacob, who still sleeps soundly, and stares for a few more moments.
"You are confusing to me." She speaks aloud as though he is listening through his sleep. It's not like I asked him to show up here... Irania thinks to herself before removes a parchment from her sack. It's not like he expected to find me here either though. Or did he? Brushing aside her thoughts, Irania begins to write.
Irania looks over her short letter to scan for any missed thoughts and places it beside Jacob on the ground. It seemed he was the only one who could help aside from perhaps her brother, who she had not gotten the chance to speak with yet. Hopefully the man would not speak to her as he had the last time. In any case it was going to be over soon.