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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 18, 2009 19:24:18 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Midnight. That was as normal as her life would ever get. The twenty year old twitched her index finger and the transparent screen appeared in front of her dark chocolate eyes. Her hair was in their usual beach waves, up in a messy yet stylish bun. She wore something a tracker usually wore, but was standing in the shadows of a few clustered trees, stripping the skin tight black jump suit and giant heels, opting for something a lot more low key.
"The pusher was terminted," she stated, her voice so soft only a mouse could possibly hear her, as the stts on the pusher were presented on the screen, she pulled the hair tie out of her hair so her locks fell down past her thin shoulders. Tossing the hair tie into her purse, she tossed the sunglasses in there as well before easily folding up the clothing using her 'mover' side to make sure it was folded as small as possible before it was put in her purse as well. Pulling the strap over her shoulder, she easily walked out from the shadows and onto the path, looking like a gal who was simply on her way home from her previous destination.
When terminated appeared in red over all the files on the person, she gave another twitch of her finger and another face showed up along with everything about them. This time it was a sniff. Blah. Those were usually the easiest. She preferred going after watchers....wipers...pushers...They seemed to be the biggest challenge lately, especially pushers. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked with an almost predator like stance about her, though she looked calm, cool, and collected.
"Ellie," she stated after mentally pushing the file of her next assignment out of view. Next came up Ellie's number and it reached her easily. She waited patiently for Ellie to accept her 'call' and when it went through, Ellie was snorting in what looked like a tad bit of frustration over capturing a pusher.
Gopi easily sent her the files of the sniff. Ellie could take care of him...Instead, Gopi pulled up another file...A mover..? At least that was a tad bit more challenging. Callum Rice...She looked up the name as she walked, her shoes silent on the pavement. When his face came up, she was surprised she recognized the face. Even more was the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that this was all a mistake, that he was a normal person...
The brunette had met Mr. Rice at a club earlier that week but had thought nothing of it. Bobbie, Ollie, and Ellie all seemed so sure he was a mover and that eventually he would show up on Gopi's list...or one of theirs. That night, he hadn't. Gopi had killed three watchers that were the owners of the club. Since then the club was shut down and put under renovation to make room for a day care center. Lovely how everything seemed to work out.
But now he was showing up on her screen. Gopi narrowed her eyes and with anothe twitch of her ring finger, the screen blinked away and she was one with the night again.
Everything felt so monotonious. She thought this was so exhilerating at first...She could see ever speck in the air, the tiny bits of dust and dirt as if she had high definition television in her eyes. She loved being able to feel the cold against her skin like a soft egyptian cotton blanket. She loved having so much stretngth and being able to run and walk so fast...All the abilities...At first she couldn't contain herself.
At first she had been the only one.
Then Ollie was created...Then Ellie...and lastly Bobbie. It was nice to have company, it was not nice that the company was practically a clone of her only with different appearances and personalities. But she had more training-she was the first one...So it wasn't all that bad.
And as she walked, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the cool night air, the smell of the beach and the sand not too far away, of the intoxicating pollution from Los Angeles, of the city under the blanket of the stars. Gopi probbed her mind, attempting to find the reason why this Callum Rice guy kept appearing in her dreams-whenever she did sleep-and why everytime he did appear, it looked like they were yelling at each other. It felt like she was watching a bad chick flick or a bad sitcom. The yelling, the harsh words...And seeing the tears in her eyes didn't seem all that right either. Gopi didn't cry. Not even if another Tracker were to drop dead in front of her. She was an android. She already accepted this years ago.
Finally, she opened her eyes to see a dark figure walking towards her as she walked towards them. For the first time she felt her heart skip a beat, but she did not know who it was. A stranger...who could be a watcher...No. She would have foreseen that by now....No...
It was Callum Rice...He came just in time...
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Post by CALLUM RICE on Mar 18, 2009 20:08:04 GMT -5
DON’T BE SO AMAZING,
[/COLOR] I’LL MISS YOU TOO MUCH.[/COLOR][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Everything felt so strange lately. Like somehow he had grown some specialty eyes overnight. Eyes that saw trees as orange rather than brown and green. Something that saw the sky as purple rather than blue. Eyes that tuned out people and left all the real feeling to the other senses. The ears, the tongue, the fingers, the heart. Everything pulsed extraordinarily. He could here his heartbeat in his ears like the beating of a drum. He could taste nothing on his tongue, it all felt like various forms of ash to his taste buds. Each sensation to his fingertips felt almost like he was LSD. Which…he wasn’t. And his heart. God his heart beat harder every time he saw a head of black curls and rich golden skin walking in front of him. But he’d always be let down. Maybe…maybe he hadn’t really met her. Maybe that night at the club wasn’t real at all. Maybe Gloria wasn’t insane…she didn’t insist her name was Gopi. Maybe she was really gone…
But, then why was Natasha being so weird? Why did she want to know everything? Why was she so cold? Hell, he could hardly leave her apartment today without giving her a thorough explanation of where he was going. It was a good thing he hadn’t decided to move in with her yet. Then he’d be obligated to come home. Honestly Callum wasn’t sure he was even gonna make it to his own apartment. Not when everything he saw looked like something straight out of the fauvist movement. Blocks of color. With random heads of black curls. But none of them were Gloria. None of them. He could almost be certain of that.
It was all so depressing. In fact, Callum couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so damn depressed. He’d got along just well the last year or so without her. He’d moved on, he’d accepted the fact that she was gone. That he would never see her again. But…then that girl. Damn, she had to be her. Either she was playing games on him or something was wrong. Sent to kill him? Something had to be wrong…Gloria? Kill? What had he ever done to her? Well…bad question. He could come up with a world of things that he’d done to her. But none of them were worth his death. Maybe it was her ghost…coming back to seek revenge on him. Great, that was the last thing he needed, a ghost.
Finally he decided he couldn’t take enough, this thinking was killing him. Slowly, if anything. He needed a distraction. Maybe Nat would be up to some…distracting.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and his eyes flickered open. Any passerby might’ve thought the young adult was passed out, drunk, on that bench in the middle of the park. He sat, slouched, the back of his neck resting on the back of the bench. Angled backward, mouth wide-open. In fact…he might’ve even fallen asleep somewhere in there. He was tired. Sleep didn’t come willingly as of late. Nothing came willingly as of late. In fact…he was kind of hungry. Actually, scratch that. He was really hungry. No surprise there, typically not eating led to a bit of hunger.
With something of a sigh the man pushed himself up and foreword, resting his elbows on his knees and instinctually waking up his eyes with some applied force from his hands. Yeah, maybe he had fallen asleep. Which had to be a good thing. He needed it, greatly. Eventually he made his way to standing, lifting his arms in the air and emitting a kingly yawn. Ah, stretching. With that Callum shoved his hands in his pockets and turned, heading down some nondescript path. To be honest, he hadn’t really realized where he was going. Despite the parks namesake, it wasn’t all that easy to follow. You’d think three specific roads would be oh so easy to walk along. But…Rice often found himself lost. Which wasn’t a bad thing. Sometimes it was necessary to get lost…to find just where you were going.
Like…oh look. Like now for instance.
Almost on cue the man lifted his eyes from the path in front of them and immediately they landed on a female figure. Even from far away he knew that shape. He knew it oh so well. Those hips, the length of her arms and legs. The height of her neck and the shape of her face. And then the curls cascading down her shoulders. He had to admit there was something new about her. Her gait…it was more determined. Less lady-like. Almost like an athlete. A good athlete. Maybe not an athlete. Well, he couldn’t quite place it. But, yeah, there was something different. But what could he expect? It had been a while.
Callum’s heart seemed to soar as she grew closer. This was really it. This was her. It seemed as though all thoughts of Natasha vanished from his thoughts the instant his eyes met her. Despite her new ‘goals’, she was still the most beautiful thing on two legs he’d ever seen. A smile slowly spread across his face and his pace slowed to a stroll, “Gloria.”
Screw Gopi. She didn’t even look like a Gopi.
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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 18, 2009 20:34:34 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Gopi arched an eyebrow as she walked under one of those park lamps that looked like they belonged on the side of the street and made th park look less natural. She could see in the dark-night vision was a nice accessory afterall-and came quite useful. Yep, this was definetly Callum Rice. He kept insisting on calling her Gloria. She thought back on his file. He once had a lover named Gloria Mendez...but the girl was dead. It said so in the file. There was no picture of her, simply that she was killed in action somewhere in Iraq. It sparked no interest in Gopi. She was dead. That was the end of it.
"Gopi," she stated plainly as her eyes locked onto his. They lacked the sparkle of life they once had. She had become more robotic, simply obeying whatever she was told. It was all she knew to do. That and her 'day job': photography.
"You shouldn't be out past your bedtime, Mr. Rice," despite the fact they had basically made her new, she still held that voice she always had, with that hint of a spanish accent that made it sound exotic and that sort of smoothness with a nice and gentle spicey kick to it all. Something she inherited from her slut of a mother who did not know how to keep her legs closed, "There's some bad people out there. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
The sarcasm was obvious, and she seemed completely unphased by his presense. He was just another mover. Another part of the group that needed to be exterminated. And though she could easily snap his neck in half with two fingers, Gopi made no move towards hurting him or even attempting to. She did not know why her muscles weren't responding to her own thoughts...It seemed like they were replying to whatever was behind that giant white wall she could never get past when she was trying to think of what her life must have been like before this. The doctors told her that she had no life before being a tracker. She just always was one and always would be one until she expires. That was just a fact-one Gopi falsely accepted.
She ran her fingers through her hair, a habit her trainers had told her to stop doing. She didn't know what was wrong with the habit, but it was one she couldn't break. Apparently Gloria used to do the same thing, run her fingers through her hair, sort of stand with her hip slightly cocked to the left and her arms folded in front of her chest...And that was Gopi's exact stance, all of it coming naturally without her giving it a real thought.
"Tell me, Callum Rice," she stated simply, looking completely tranquil,"Why do you insist on calling me this Gloria Mendez woman?"
She simply asked out of curiosity. Plus, with added information, she could easily add it to his file: mentally insane and dillusional. This guy seriously had some issues to work out because Gopi simply couldn't fathom why he called her Gloria. Back at the club, she looked ready to toss him out the window if he called her Gloria one more time or looked at her with that longing face-the same one he had now. Noone looked at her that way. They looked at her in fear, in respect, or simply did not have the balls to look at her straight in the face because they knew what they would see: nothing more than a cold, heartless, murderuous tracker.
"I already told you to call be Gopi or 1609. One or the other. I am not Gloria. I read over your file. Sorry to break it to you, but she's dead," she hadn't skipped a beat as her finger twitched and the file came up over her right eye on a transparent screen, "Killed in action in Baghdad, Iraq from multiple shot wounds, excessive bleeding, and third degree burns from a land mine set off." She read it word for word as if it did not bother her. It was a bit sad that she had no clue that it was her that had actually received all those injuries. That if she hadn't been taken to the lab, she actually would have died in the hospital. That if she had fallen into a coma any sooner-she wouldn't have woken up from it.
Gopi was oblivious. And though it seemed like she was perfectly content with being oblivious, she actually wasn't. She did not like thinking that she would remain like this, living this boring life of a tracker, until she expired which apparently was calculated to be when she turned ninety two if she wasn't killed-and on top of that she physically aged so much slower than regular people because everything on her could be replaced by the scientists at the lab. But after ninety two years, all her parts would expire and even if she still looked twenty, she wouldn't end up living to see ninety three.
Gopi waited patiently for Callum to speak. This was it. She wanted to know why he called her that. If he knew she was dead, why keep insisting? She and Gloria were not the same people unless Gopi was buried six feet under ground in a cemetary in For Lauderdale with the rest of the soldiers killed in battle. Who was this guy kidding? If he thought Gopi had a sensitive side...
He was far from right.
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Post by CALLUM RICE on Mar 18, 2009 21:38:47 GMT -5
DON’T BE SO AMAZING,
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Gopi. He couldn’t help but laugh, lightly. Hell, his head even shook side to side ever so slightly. Why on earth was she insisting on this Gopi non sense? There wasn’t a thing in the world that could take the memory of Gloria away from him. He had the map to her body in his mind. Her layout of her face imprinted in memory. There was no forgetting her. Ever. Maybe she had gotten some sort of head injury on the field…something knocked in the head or something like that. Even the thought hurt him. Her. In pain. Gloria. His Gloria. It was almost as if he had to experience the pain himself just to think on it.
“Sweetheart…” She stopped him, with her own speech. Her voice seemed cold and distant. Not at all much like the Gloria he’d once known. The Gloria he once loved. But she was still right here right? Whether she could remember or not. It was almost paralyzing…she was right here. Damn, he was about to get down on his knees and beg her to remember him. She had to remember. "You shouldn't be out past your bedtime, Mr. Rice. There's some bad people out there. I wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Of course he noted the sour sarcasm that tainted her speech, her smooth delicate speech. With just the right hint of latino. Of course this was her. “Glory if it’s anyone that shouldn’t be out it’s you…” Again, he couldn’t help but smile, not only from her comment but just from the whole situation. In fact, it was all he could do to keep himself from pulling her on over right to him.
Seriously though…Callum was obviously not a little guy. He grew up on the streets, if anyone knew what it was like to be out late it would be Cal. Plus he had his power. She knew about it, why wouldn’t she take that into consideration. And why the hell was she calling him Callum Rice? It was always just Callum. Or Cal. Though near the end there he’d been hearing more of ‘asshole’ and ‘jerk’. God did he regret all of that. Just all of it. It shouldn’t have ended like that.
He watched her intently, his hands still shoved into his jacket pockets, his eyes narrowing with familiarity at her subtle movements. The hand through her hair. The cocking of her hip. He had her down to a science. There was nothing about Gloria he didn’t know. This realization, coupled with her own actions, brought out a longing in him that took all of his might to restrain. She was his, despite how egotistical and possessive that sounded, she was. She should be here next to him, not over there, staring at him. It was all wrong. This was all wrong. He was sorry. Truly.
"Tell me, Callum Rice, why do you insist on calling me this Gloria Mendez woman?"
He was startled, truly. Cal’s face took on a sort of confused expression, contorted and twisted, his mouth slightly ajar. Callum Rice. There it was again. I’m Callum. His mind flashed back to a period before all the struggle. Three years ago to be exact. The first time they’d met. He’d told her how beautiful she was. Introduced himself. He could still remember the way she looked…the way she smelled…
“ Maybe that’s because you are Gloria Mendez. And why do you keep calling me by my full name Glory?” He took a wary step forward. He wasn’t quite sure what all she’d said at the club the other night. He only remembered it being something of a threat. She could kill him, she’d said…Could she? What had happened to his Gloria?
"I already told you to call be Gopi or 1609. One or the other. I am not Gloria. I read over your file. Sorry to break it to you, but she's dead. Killed in action in Baghdad, Iraq from multiple shot wounds, excessive bleeding, and third degree burns from a land mine set off."
With each word she spoke his eyes widened just a bit more. What was she saying? That she wasn’t standing right here…in front of him? Could she possibly be serious? Yes, he was told Gloria died. But…that didn’t explain how she was now standing in front of him. It didn’t explain anything. He wouldn’t accept it. Couldn’t. Thinking quickly he fished in his jacket pocket for his wallet and pulled it out filing through it for the picture he had of her. At the beach. It was old, but she looked roughly the same. There was no mistaking that face.
“I have a picture…”
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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 18, 2009 22:03:22 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Gopi watched him look for a picture and she snorted, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. She should just push the thought into his head that she wasn't Gloria. She should just wipe his memory so he would have no recolection of this Gloria Mendez...or Glory as he seemed to last call her. Bah. She wasn't Gloria Mendez and some silly picture...
And there she was. Standing in the picture in a bikini, looking like she was laughing and trying to push the camera away. It looked like a copy of her. She didn't remember ever having a photo of her like that taken...with her persmission. Apparently none of the trackers were allowed to be in pictures unless their faces were blurred out for security reasons. Why wasn't her face blurred or annexed out of this photo?
But the more she looked at it, her hand seemed to snap out and grab it, starring at it hard as her eyesbrows squirmed together. No. This wasn't her! It simply wasn't!
She would remember being as happy as she looked in that picture...wouldn't she?
He was messing with her. Maybe the file was wrong. Maybe he was a pusher and not a mover. He was just pushing thoughts into her head so she would give him the benefit of the doubt. Or maybe he was a shifter and was warping the picture....?
Nonetheless, Gopi locked her jaw and her left hand shot out quickly, grabbing Callum's neck and easily lifting him slightly off the ground as if he were nothing more than a paper clip.
"Who are you and what the fuck are you trying to pull? If you're a shifter or a pusher, you better stop the shit," the venom was in her voice as she locked her eyes onto his. It seemed that with every passing moment, her grip would get slightly tighter. It all seemed too easy for her, being able to grab someone twice her size and lift him up in the air as if he were paper.
But as her confused and frustrated eyes locked onto his, the ice in them seemed to slowly thaw as the realization hit her. Her free hand seemed to twitch and the screen came over her right eyes. She dug deep through the files until she found the one she was looking for and then probbed for pictures...
"Gloria Maire Mendez..." As it all seemed to hit her, she let him go.
And when she fully let him go, she took one step away from him and locked her jaw,"Cal."
When she said his name, it came out in a whisper. Did she remember...vaguely. She could remember his voice, his laughter, his smile, the beach..She remembered the day in the picture. That was it. She remembered how she had cut school to go to the beach with him and his friends for some surfing, how they built a stupid sand castle and got knocked over by waves, how the wrestled and played volleyball then walked on the boardwalk at night...And then the random, silly arguements they would have, throwing french fries at each other at the local diner...
The slight spark seemed to return to her eyes but not fully. They still remained dull...Because she was still confused. If she was Gloria Mendez...Wait...She was Gopi...Project 1609...No. She was gloria...No gopi....
Gopi remained silent, her eyes wavering, as if studying his face. Her stance even changed...subtle changes all in seconds that felt like hours to her. Everything felt like it was moving too slow. Maybe it was all these new abilities catching up with her and making time run faster. She just wanted...To know what was going on. She was suppose to be Gopi, that was all her mind continued to tell her. She knew that if she showed any changes to the scientists that they could now easily wipe her memory clean and she would siply go back to being an emotionless, monotonious tracker. But did she really want to go back? In a way she did. It was better than this feeling in her gut, yelling at her that this was wrong while her chest screamed at her that it was right and her head was crying and pleading for her to remember. She could see herself throwing her own body against the large blank wall that seemed to blackade her mind. Not a door or mode of entry for her to go in...Now there was just that one picture with all those memories tacked to that wall in a small and tiny section...
"You have to be a pusher or something..." her voice wasn't as calm as it had been before. It sounded like Gloria when she was nervous, but it also sounded like she was still trying to hold on to Gopi....Like she didn't want to let her go just yet. Gopi was all she knew. It was the only real and secure part of her at that moment. It wasn't a mystery. Gopi was real. Or at least she had been up until a few minutes ago.
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Post by CALLUM RICE on Mar 18, 2009 22:27:08 GMT -5
DON’T BE SO AMAZING,
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What…the fuck?
Both hands shot up instinctually to pull at the hand around his neck. Around his neck. For all he could remember this was Gloria’s hand. Small, soft. But…something was different. Obviously. Hell, the female was holding him up with one hand. The Gloria he’d known had barely had the strength to drag him across the floor. She was small, petite, cute. This Gloria…or was it Gopi…seemed to have all of his strength and then some. It was scary. It was frightening. It was different. But, even in the face of an apparent threat, Callum still managed to remain calm. As calm as one can get in such a situation. She obviously had the upper-hand this was no time to get upset. She seemed to be fully capable of snapping the head right off from his shoulders.
He tried again and again to pry the fingers from his throat, but it appeared as though they were stronger than he could manage. Again…startling. "Who are you and what the fuck are you trying to pull? If you're a shifter or a pusher, you better stop the shit.” Who was he? Better question, who was she? She seemed to have all the information on her. And yet almost everything he claimed to be true about her…she seemed to be able to counter with something…silly. “Callum…” he chocked out his face turning red, “Cal…R-ricebowl.” She had to remember. She had to. They couldn’t completely swap someone’s brain could they? Unless…a wiper. But who would want to wipe Gloria’s memory? And how the hell did she get so strong? There was no way a couple years in the military did this…
Suddenly he saw something shift in her eyes and she dropped him. Grateful, he staggered a step or two back and looked up at her, his hand gently caressing his neck. She had quite a grip on him. She uttered her name. At least…Gloria’s name, with some hint of realization. And then…his name. Or at least…his nickname. The one she’d called him by all those years ago. Cal. And yet now…now she appeared as something different to him. She wasn’t Gloria. No, now she couldn’t be. Whether she was remembering something or not…Gloria, wasn’t this knowledgable about pushers and shifters. She only knew about him. Something…was different. She was different. Someone had pushed her. Made her someone else. Wiped her clean and started her over. Rebooted her like a computer.
"You have to be a pusher or something..."
When he heard her words, something overtook him. This…sounded more like Gloria, and yet as he looked at her, she continued to appear as someone else. Something else. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed and he stood up straight, his hands balling up into fists. “Mover,” he stated, pulling the picture from her hand and bringing it to his with a single thought. She may be strong…but Callum was arguably one of the better Mover’s in the entire state…this he knew. “What…did they do to you?”
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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 18, 2009 23:03:08 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Gopi's eyes wavered and she seemed hesitant but then decided that maybe trusting him would help her peice those missing links together...or find those links to begin with,"I'm a tracker," she stated simply, though her voice was quiet and a lot smoother than the venomous one from before,"I have all the powers of any known gifted-intensified. They....fixed me and, apparently, managed to save me before the heart monitor actually went flat."
As she spoke, she could feel the white wall weaken, but only slightly. She had twitched her finger and was reading off of a file,"They replaced my bones with the material they use for space shuttles, gave me new skin, organs, muscles.." And then she seemed to hesitate at the last part,"And wiped my memory clean so I could feel no guilt or remorse."
Gopi's eyes wavered and though she wasn't hurting him anyone, she had seen the fear in his eyes-in the undertones. Fear that she used to get an adrenaline rush from suddenly made her want to barf in a bush. Noone used to fear Gloria Mendez...They feared her parents and her money, but not her. She didn't even use her parents money-she used to have tiny side jobs to make her own money so she would be independent from her caniving and ridiculous parents.
"I'm..." she bit her lower lip. Gloria would easily accept if she was wrong...if she was sure she was wrong. If she felt she was right-she would be stubborn about it just to get her point across. But this time she knew she was wrong,"...I'm sorry..." She mentioned about sort of choking him before,"Instinct."
It was instinct now to hurt someone whenever she felt threatened. Violence, something Gloria was once so against, now seemed like the norm to Gopi. Hell, she just killed some guy about half an hour ago and left his body somewhere in the park to make it look like a suicide!
Gopi hesitated but took one step forward, putting a hand gently on his neck where she grabbed him and easily being able to heal the large bruises she had left on him. Then she took one step back to her original spot...away from him. She seemed more afraid of herself than him.
"I can't remember anything..." she stated quietly, not looking at him as she took a seat right where she was and putting her hands on the sides of her head, her legs being crossed indian style and as she tried her hardest to remember, but nothing was happening. All she had was the memories tied in with the picture. Ironic how photographs are what helped her get past the wall and she was a photographer and had not one picture of herself without her face blurred out.
"I was suppose to be dead..." she mumbled to herself. It didn't seem to be going through to her. She was trying to convince herself that she had been dead at one point-or had been close to it. Hell, all those shot wounds...the burns that, even if she had lived, would have left her basically disfigured for the rest of her life, and that blood. And as she shifted through the many files of Gloria Mendez, through everything they had on record about her life, all the pictures that would show up. Suddenly all she could remember was that one day at the beach and then racing after a little boy who was running from a sniper. She remembered the sniper managing to shot her right in her left shoulder, the sheering pain she had felt and how she stumbled but kept running, the loud booms going on around her as she managed to finally the reach the kid-too late-as he stepped on a hidden land mine. She had watched him blow into peices...
The little boy was six years old.
Gopi's hand went to her left shoulder at the meere thought of it all and it all played back like a movie. The burning feeling all over, tasting the copper in her mouth, seeing nothing but dirt and dust, the sudden bullet that seemed to hit her hip and then her thigh. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She wanted to get up and hope the boy lived-but knew he didn't and she couldn't even lift a finger. She could feel herself slipping but refused to close her eyes. She didn't want to go. She remembered telling herself she regretted coming, but then again she didn't because then all those people she did manage to save wouldn't have lived. She remembered telling herself she wished she told Cal goodbye but because of her own stupid pride she didn't.
She thought this was the way out-and in a way it was. She remembered not even crying. Just the pain suddenly going numb as someone's voice screamed out her name and a dirty face appeared above her,pulling her helmet off and trying to pick her up to take her away. And as she felt his arms lift her and him looking down at her in disbelief and actually crying for her,she felt that tugg on the other end before she finally gave up fighting and just let everything fade to black.
"I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye!" Gopi suddenly cried out softly, not realizing that her simply remembering one tiny blip of her life-the ending-would make her start crying. Gloria and Gopi never cried. Ever. And yet here she was, suddenly standing and had her arms wrapped around Cal,"I should have said goodbye and I didn't...I shouldn't have left....I shouldn't have called you an asshole for wanting me to stay...I'm sorry," the words just poured out of her mouth and she felt Gopi disappear. Not all the memories were out-only two. But the two seemed to be enough to convince Gopi that she was temporary and that Gloria was real. Gopi 1609 was artificial. She was an android. Gloria was human and wanted to stay human.
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Post by CALLUM RICE on Mar 19, 2009 16:11:49 GMT -5
DON’T BE SO AMAZING,
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A tracker. What on God’s green earth was a tracker? Well, her apparently. They’d fixed her? Saved her. He liked her just the way she was. Just before she died. Couldn’t they have saved her…and left Gloria in there somewhere? Left something for Callum? And why…why did she have to kill him? This didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem fair. His dad said everything would be all right. Not that everything would come crashing down. Not that the one girl he’d ever managed to love would end up dying and then…reappear years later thinking she was someone else. This was ridiculous. This was insane. Callum decided his fate. Not…Despite the entire situation, Callum decidedly remained calm. He’d worked on that anger, yes. Things, obviously, weren’t going his way. So it was imperative that he kept his cool. No matter what she said.
He listened on as she made claim to all the things they—whoever they was—had done to her. Replaced her bones? And her skin? Organs? Wiped her memory…God why couldn’t they just leave her memory. Hopefully she wouldn’t have any guilt or remorse to worry about. Everything that happened before she died, before she left, was all his fault. His and his alone. She had to understand that. But wait…she was working for some group that had the potential to alter genes, and entire make-ups. Surely she was doing something important. Going after psychics. Like movers. Like him. She was killing them wasn’t she? That only meant one thing. There was only one government-supported group that could have potential to do all of that, and more. Division. “Who, Glory? Who…fixed you?” He uttered the words like one would deal with sand in the mouth, speaking through an unswallowable mass. His stomach churned, his brain screamed for the truth. But he kept his cool.
“I’m…I’m sorry. Instinct.”
The words struck him as odd. Especially coming out of Gloria. His Gloria, despite her new name and new body she was still in there somewhere. She still looked the same. And now she was speaking the same. That hurting someone would be an instinct for her seemed irrational. She was such a little thing. She had been so small and fragile. Something he could pick up easily and throw up onto his shoulder. Someone he tossed into the water at the beach. Someone he…
This wasn’t right. Again the word fair seemed to flash in front of his eyes as if a screen had been placed there. Killing shouldn’t be her instinct. Hurting shouldn’t be her instinct. She shouldn’t be a mover, or a pusher or anything. She should be Gloria. A normal human girl. A girl he was in love with. Not this…well, for lack of better words, this thing.
His own hand reached up and stroked the skin again lightly. It was tingling. Painful to touch. No doubt there would be small finger marks where her hand had been. Small ones. Gloria-sized ones. It was so surreal…there was so much about her that was still…her. And yet at the same time…
Callum simply stared at her, what else could he do? Say, ‘ah, it’s all right. Just thanks for not killing me’? No. This was serious. And his eyes could only stare down at her in disbelief, sheer and utter disbelief. It was hard to be scared of something you had so many memories of overpowering. She was little. And that was something he’d loved about her. She may have still been little now…but she seemed so less fragile…
With wary eyes he watched her stepped foreword, instinctually his mouth clamped shut, his jaw locked, and his hands balled up. Scary. She was now a threat. Every muscle seemed to tense up as her hand reached out, and finally a repeat of the pain he’d experience earlier rippled down his spine. It was like she had picked him up all over again. And he had to glance down to make sure she wasn’t. He felt out of breath, red in the face, choked. But when she stepped away all the pain seemed to vanish. Just to check, Cal’s hand reached up and touched the skin tenderly. Gone. She was a stitch. Whether she had been nothing or something before her death, he was more than sure she was definitely something now. If not everything as she had said. She knew so much more than she had before…
“I can’t remember anything…” All he wanted to do was hold her. Tell her it would be all right. But at the same time he found himself strangely repulsed by her. Whether he wanted her to be or not, the fact of the matter was she wasn’t Glory anymore. In body at least. Who knew what it would be like to cuddle up with Gopi. Maybe she was cold. Maybe she was hard. Maybe her skin was rough in places it hadn’t been before. Maybe she wasn’t really all that much Gloria as she was before. Maybe she wasn’t even human inside. Images of wires and flashing lights moved through his mind. What was inside of her? God it was all so strange. He continued to stare in disbelief as she sat on the ground. So looked so confused…so helpless. So lost. Just like he felt. Like there was an entire part of his life that hadn’t been real. Gloria never did exist. The thoughts had simply been pushed into his mind. Fabricated. It was all a sham. And yet…he almost wanted to will her to him. Make her come and never leave again.
Could he do that?
"I was suppose to be dead..." His eyes widened. Dead. Gloria. God, he’d just gotten over the pain. The reality of it all. His Gloria was suppose to be gone forever. Something glistened in his eyes and he looked away. If she’d only seen all the tears he’d shed over her…If she only knew…
In moments he felt arms around his torso and he looked up, surprised. “Gloria…” She was weeping, crying. She’d always been so strong before. And yet here, as someone else, she was shedding tears. “No. No, no, no…” he whispered, both hands coming up to stroke those curls. Remarkably…they still felt the same. “Shhhhh, no…Baby, it’s ok…” It was all he could do to keep from crying himself. He needed to be stable at a time when she wasn’t. Apparently the side that was disgusted by her now longed for her. If ever, they could discuss her new predicament later. She was back now. She was a live. She was his.
“Don’t cry.” He whispered, bringing his thumbs up and rubbing lightly underneath her eyes. “You’re here….” The realization came crashing back down to him, “You’re back.” With that his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. If those object manipulating thoughts could pull her even closer…God he would do it.
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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 19, 2009 16:47:44 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] The petite brunette felt the feeling of hopelessness and vulnerability in her gut and her body seemed to reject it. She wasn't suppose to feel helpless-she was suppose to feel strong and confidant-not weak. Not regretful. A head held high and nothing more than coldness eminating from her.
And here she was...crying. Her gut felt like it did a 360. She didn't feel like Gopi-which was all she was truly sure of feeling. She felt like...Someone else. Some foreigner had made room in the part of her brain labeled 'personality' and decided to call it home...And it didn't seem like this foreigner was going to leave anytime soon.
The gateway was opened. All Gopi knew, definetly, was to not tell the scientists or the other trackers...or anyone for that matter, that she remembered something out of the ordinary. If she wanted to learn the truth...whatever the truth was...She was going to have to do it on her own and do a little bit of investigating... in her head.
It was not as if Gopi wasn't human. She was just an advanced human with enhanced genes and other extra accessories. Such as the screen only she could see that would show up on her right eye so she could read any file she wanted and easily send a message to any of the other trackers. Like all the sudden powers she now had. Like the extra strength, flexibility (though she was already flexible to begin with), the twitch of her finger that would bring up anything she wanted on that scream, the stealth, agility, speed, precision, night vision....Though it all did not seem like anything normal (because it wasn't), in a way it was. She still had a beating heart in her chest cavity, even though it was a transplant because her own was basically dead, she still had a stomach, still needed sleep and food, she was still human. She just had every single organ transplanted because all of her original ones basically shut down...
Except her brain. That, they couldn't replace-on any tracker. Why? Because it was simply impossible. If she had gotten shot in the head, then she wouldn't have made it to begin with. She let Cal wipe away her tears and pull her back into an embrace as she managed to calm herself down from her random burst of hysteria. Very un-Gopi of her...
But did it truly matter if she was Gopi anymore? She knew once she remembered everything, she would most likely be repulsed by this other personality...this one everyone referrs to as a number or Gopi for short. She was cold, cruel, merciless, sarcastic, and did not care for any living thing walking on this planet-not even herself.
After a few moments, Gloria pulled away but still remained close as she looked up at him with wavering eyes,"What happened to us before I left?" She had so many questions...but she wanted to start with this. She knew she didn't say goodbye....But she only knew that from that moment right before you apparently die when your life flashes before your eyes. Yeah, her's didn't flash before her eyes just like that. Instead, she seemed to just get the past year flashing by. It started with her getting on a train with anger and what looked like desperation on her face as she didn't glance out the window at the figure hitting the window trying to hit the window to get her attention. Then it flashed to bootcamp and all the letters she would receive, to when she got her orders that she was to be in the front line in Iraq, to the moment where she was looking up at some bright lights and unfamiliar faces in masks mumbling to each other that they needed to give her more morphine to keep her asleep before someone asked for the scalple. That was all that flashed in her mind before she blacked out.
She always thought she had a better life than that. But all it looked like, to her, was someone running away instead of facing her own problems head on. Instead of simply confronting Cal about any problems they could have had, she ran from them. Instead of confronting her parents about their problems, she ran from them. Instead of taking responsibility for her own decisions...She decided dying for them was so much easier and hell of a lot faster.
Gopi saw Gloria as a weak coward. She saw Gloria as a disgusting and pathetic excuse for an individual and deep down, she could not fathom as to how Cal could ever even appear to care for someone of that nature. Then again, Gopi did not consider herself human. She saw everyone as weak and pathetic. She saw everyone as a potential target of slaughter.
"I want to remember everything..." she said softly before he could begin,"But I can't do it on my own. I've already been trying for a while now..." She could feel Gopi's personality take a back seat but knew she would be back...probably once Cal left or she left-Gloria would simply disappear into the recesses of her mind. It seemed like, as it was with many of the trackers, they wouldn't remember anything unless something triggered the memories. Just like when you can't remember what you wore a week ago and your friend gives you a clue-saying it was red and then you remember it was a red sweater and the rest is easy from there. And it was true Gopi had actually succumb to her own curiosity and had been trying to remember whatever was behind that blank wall but she simply couldn't and she gave up too easily because it did not seem like a necessity.
Now it seemed like a necessity...
A very important one.
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Post by CALLUM RICE on Mar 19, 2009 17:30:59 GMT -5
DON’T BE SO AMAZING,
[/COLOR] I’LL MISS YOU TOO MUCH.[/COLOR][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
This was unreal. Just a year ago he wouldn’t of dreamed of ever seeing Glory again. And yet here she was. In the flesh. Someone might’ve changed her. Someone might have messed with her insides, but she was still here. Alive and breathing. Remembering, for the most part. Who he was. Who she had been. God, he wanted her to remember so much more. So damn much more. Though he could live without telling her about the fights. About all the anger and frustration. About throwing things at her, willing things at her. About his apparent flip personality. Agnry with her one second but pleading for her forgiveness the next. She didn’t have to know all that. Did she?
Here it was…
"What happened to us before I left?" He swallowed, deeply, and looked down at her. The pure look of curiousity written in her eyes. That beautiful face, once again, inches from his own. God he missed her, everything about her. It was obvious. Hell, even Natasha knew. Though at times he had to admit she wished he didn’t remember her. She wanted to be enough for him, that he knew. But the fact of the matter was…he needed Gloria. More than life itself. So…how do you tell someone you never want to risk loosing again that you hated eachother before she left? How do you tell them about years of quarreling? How to you let them know about all the times they could’ve been put right back in that hospital by their own hand? How could he possibly tell her?
Before his mouth could open, before he let out the can of worms, she stopped him with her own words:
"I want to remember everything. But I can't do it on my own. I've already been trying for a while now..."
This…this was it. This was his chance to make things happen his own way. Instantly his fathers face flashed before his eyes. The words rang in his ears. ‘You decide’. He could change this. He could make them both happy. With this knowledge there was no reason why she would even want to leave him again. Or fight with him. He had the anger under wraps anyway. At leat…he thought. He hadn’t gone off on her yet, right? Right. So this could be a life-altering moment. It could change everything, forever. He could write history.
“Well…” he could imagine his pupils dilating, as a pushers would, God it would sure help if he were a pusher right now, “I…I was afraid,” he stroked her hair gently, his eyes averted to some space above her head, seemingly staring into the distance, “I was afraid of loosing you.” He glanced down at her, his voice almost cracking over the syllables. “But you…you were so brave.” Successfully Callum faked a smile, as if remembering her immense patriotism, “You wanted to serve this country. You wanted to be something.” It hurt, lying to her. But…with the chance, he couldn’t really give it all up. If he could make it all different, he would. “I said if anything happened to you…” he flinched, lightly, remembering the funeral, the closed casket. There hadn’t been a body in there that day, had there. “And you…you promised me. You said, you wouldn’t let anything happen.” Despite the fake drama…he could feel himself tearing up. Habitually, he bit his lower lip and looked down towards the ground at her side. “You got mad, and just…left.” At least the last bit was honest.
“I want…I want to help you remember. I want to. I want you back.” Finally, he allowed himself to look at her, at least he wasn’t lying anymore. His eyes tore into hers, brown against brown. Each deep with some sort of intensity. Both of his hands came up to either side of her face. “It’s been hard, Glory. Really hard.” Absently one thumb stroked the side of her face and he brought her back into a bear hug, heaving a sigh and staring at the cold earth.
And he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made a mistake.
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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 19, 2009 17:58:02 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Gopi listened to the words coming out of his mouth. She listened to the syllables, to the tone of voice...How it all came out a bit staggered yet nonetheless they seemed pretty sure...Almost as if they were repressed. What else could she do but believe him? Gopi believed him...and it seemed like Gloria wanted to but was wary about it.
And it seemed like Gopi's view on Gloria changed. Changed to viewing this Gloria woman as someone who was strong willed, patriotic, a challenge. The predator not the prey. She view Gloria as an almost dim form of Gopi. Like it had been the begining-when she cared-but when Gopi was introduced, the emotions that came with caring left and were replaced by everything else.
Gloria suddenly did not seem as pathetic as she had a few minutes ago.
The petite brunette hugged him back, her eyes starring off into the distnace as she attempted trying to remember what he was saying-whenever that conversation happened. She could only remember the part at the end: where she got mad and simply left without a word. She didn't know how to react. How would someone react?
And then the guilt started settling in the recesses of her mind. He kept saying, before, that it was his fault she left. But it did not seem like he deserved any blame to begin with. All he seemed to do was actually think ahead, unlike she who seemed to only think in the present, and he simply wanted her to stay safe. He had been protective but not protective enough to stop her from doing whatever it was she wanted to do. Whatever the reason may be, her own 'death' had been her own fault. She wondered what her parents reacted when they went to her supposed funeral...
Were her parents even alive?
She twitched her finger and looked through the files in less that a seconds, being able to pick up enough to satisfy her curiosity. Apparently they had another son and twin daughters now. According to DNA-none of them had the same father as Gloria. It looked like her mother was having fun behind her fathers back...Regardless-she still wondered how they reacted to Gloria's sudden death. It wasn't like it was expected...
And if Gloria wasn't running away from her problems, then why would she have this sudden notion to join the military? The sudden patriotism seemed strange, but she let it slide. Again-she would further investigate later when she had the chance. Right now-she just wanted it to be her and Cal...
"Rice-bowl...." she suddenly chuckled, being able to remember the nickname easier than anything else,"I can't believe I called you that..." she couldn't help but laugh softly. She still had that memory of the beach in her mind. It was the only one she wanted to think about at the moment...Because she looked happy in the mini-movie. It wasn't a depressing sitcom-it was like the happy parts of that movie girls seem to love called The Notebook and that aother one called A Walk To Remember. Funny, Gopi never remembered botheirng to see those movies and yet she knew about them. Gloria probably saw them...And probably liked them if she was remembering them so strongly.
The brunette stood, practically and easily dragging Callum up with her,"I want to know more," she seemed more content now as she smiled. Gopi wouldn't smiling...She might sneer or snicker but not smile contently, "Like...where did we live and how did we meet each other..."
Curiosity was winning her over to the point where Gopi was completely non existant and Gloria had completely taken over. A blank, curious, and oblivious Gloria. She wanted to know how they met, where they lived, if they were happy together, all they plans they could have made for the future, whether they planned on being together had she ever returned from the military....She wanted to know about her parents, about these supposed siblings she had, about what they thought of Callum, if she did the whole introduction and crap and if they accepted Gloria or rejected her. She wanted to know so much but she also wanted to take her time finding out. Having everything hit her at once wouldn't be the greatest experience. So she started with the basics: where they lived, if they lived together, and how they first met. That way she might get a vague idea or start remembering whatever memory he told her....
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Post by CALLUM RICE on Mar 19, 2009 21:37:07 GMT -5
DON’T BE SO AMAZING,
[/COLOR] I’LL MISS YOU TOO MUCH.[/COLOR][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
The moment was intense, all of it. To the point where the grown man himself felt like he was on the verge of tears. But…just like he remembered her, Gloria was there to save the day. “Rice-bowl…” He grinned. That’s right. Rice-bowl. Laugh all you want. Last names could really be a bitch…In fact, before he learned to fight back he’d gotten that name more than his real one. Even from teachers. It was like hell for children. But after that little episode in middle school…the only person he had to worry about calling him that since then had been Glory. And he had no problem with the nickname dripping off of her tongue. None at all. As long as it wasn’t any of the variety of other names she’d chosen, upon occasion, to use. Compared to those he’d take Rice-bowl any day.
“It was better than some of the other names I got…”
He complied, easily, to her motion, standing, but still making sure to keep close. And upon her statement his eyebrows lifted. More? She wanted to know more. Good job, Callum, probably should’ve thought of that before you decided you wanted to be a master of your own history. Sure there would be some things he could easily tell the truth about but…there were also going to be things he had to lie about. The only thing he needed to worry about was something that was real…jogging her real memories, making it all false. Then she’d hate him. Surely. It seemed if this didn’t work out she would resent him either way. And both for the same reason: his past actions. God he was a fool. All he could hope now was that she eased her way in the questioning…started him off light.
Where did they live…and how did they meet? Almost perfect. He couldn’t help but smile, thinking about both. A lot of their best memories happened in his apartment. The little things. Finding out stuff about each other, giggle fits, deep talks, habits, sleeping, eating preferences, jokes. The heated things. Sex...the fights. Those were two things he was divided on. One thing he wouldn’t mind her remembering…the other not so much. Bet you can guess which is which. He cleared his throat and nodded, looking off slightly into the distance. “Ok.” Great way to start. But suddenly he was aware of their surroundings. And not that he cared if anyone was standing around listening, or even walking past. He just…didn’t feel like standing out here all night. Though as long as he was with her…it didn’t seem like much of a problem.
“Walk with me,” again, that warm grin, and he released her from his grip. If she was ready to talk he was ready to give some answers. It all seemed so sudden…but he had to admit, the quicker they got through this the easier things would be. And God was he wishing for easier. “You lived with me. In my apartment,” he began and started at a slow pace towards town—or more specifically, towards his apartment—“Only for short periods. Weeks, maybe, at a time. But you mostly spent your nights at home.” Her parents had always been a sore topic for him. They’d even protested his appearance at her funeral. But that was one thing he wouldn’t let them take away from him. Despite that it was a closed casket affair. Again, he swallowed and continued, “With your parents.” After the words came out he tossed a glance her way before training his eyes back on the ground in front of him.
If she remembered her parents would she remember their problems? And if she remembered the problems…she would surely remember the reason she really left. God. He hoped she wouldn’t remember the problems. In an effort to keep it going he pressed on, “And as for how we met…” something of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and his eyes moved up, towards the sky, “I just saw you,” a shrug, “and decided to tell you exactly what I thought about you.” There wasn’t much to it really. That was how they met. No…friends involved. No bumping into each other. No bus seat. No unfortunate circumstance. He just saw her. And after that…well, that was that.
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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 19, 2009 21:57:29 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] The twenty year old arched an eyebrow at the part where he mentioned her parents. Her parents...Why couldn't she even picture their faces? All she got was a blank wall on them. But something in the back of her mind told her that remembering them wouldn't be worth it. It was as if her mind were supressing her family for some odd reason. Why didn't Gloria want to remember them? Surely they were good parents....right? They cared about her, watched over her...?
Though, if she was occasionally staying at Callum's place for weeks at a time, something must have been up. There musthave been problems-especially if Gloria refused to open that closet full of skeletons.
But when he mentioned that he just saw her...while walking, it seemed to come back to her. Hazy-but it was coming back...because Gloria seemed to want to remember this memory.
It really had been nothing special-but by the end of the month, it became the most important meeting of her life. She had simply been walking, alone, in the crowded streets of the town-wherever that was-and she was bored-looking for something to do while bopping to some music in the lone headphone in her ear, the other one hanging loosely. She took off her headphone and sunglasses when Cal came up to her and said, I'm pretty sure that you are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen," Gopi stated the words outloud with a smile,"And then I said: 'I didn't know I was a thing, Mister Stranger."
And despite the fact the words might sound cruel on paper-like a complete rejection-she had actualy been laughing when she said them, and could feel her face turning that deep shade of pink she didn't know could possibly fall upon someone's cheeks, much less her's. Gloria was never easily impressed. Sometimes her own stubborness was what got the best of her...
When the petite woman spoke, she seemed to naturally lace her fingers into his as if nothing had changed. A soft smile appeared on her face as she looked up at him,"Rice Krispie Treat."
She remembered that was the first thing she called him when they first kissed because he was such a sweetheart... Wait-she was remembering when they first kissed? Okay-this was good...maybe she'd remember more...She just had to keep him talking..."Tell me more..." she said softly, but was obviously in a better mood now,"About anything and everything..." Okay she was sort of bombarding him, but she was on a roll! She couldn't just stop in the middle of it when she was making progress! She wanted to remember everything, so bad...
It would help make sense of everything she felt was so puzzling since she woke up in that container in the white room and she was banging on the glass door to get out. It would make everything simply...easier...and maybe bearable. Sure she felt no remorse when killing people-but Gopi did not feel guilt. Gloria did-and it was becoming increasingly harder for her to simply sit still behind the white wall. Now she was out and she seemed ready to plan for a hostile take over to kick Gopi out for good.
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Post by CALLUM RICE on Mar 19, 2009 22:26:22 GMT -5
DON’T BE SO AMAZING,
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It almost knocked him off his feet. The rate at which she was remembering things. Such as the very first time they met. That was the oldest memory of them to remember. At least, of the memories involving Callum in any way. And, honestly, those were the only memories he was concerned about her remembering, in more ways than one. Simply because he couldn’t tell her if her older memories were right. He wasn’t there. But it seemed tragic. For someone to completely lose everything. Who they are, where they came from. And be subjected to a life style that might put the ones they had once loved in jeopardy. Namely, Callum. Of course he wouldn’t mind if her parents were in jeopardy. Despite how sadistic that was of him…
His own words brought something of a blush to his cheeks, though faint, Cal hardly ever turned colors from embarrassment—much less got embarrassed. But the thought of his own words…how she reacted, the entire time, was quite embarrassing. She probably thought he was some weirdo pervert. And his words weren’t exactly charming. But he wasn’t trying to be charming. Just Callum Rice. And Callum Rice told it like it was. And he honestly thought she was the most beautiful thing…ever. Pardon, most beautiful girl. Though to the him the phrase meant, amongst all the sunsets, the starry skies, the landscapes, the mountain ranges…she was still the most beautiful. He thought that was kinda sweet…right? Well, he tried. At least he didn’t come up with some lame excuse to talk to her, or use a cheesy pick-up line.
However, Cal couldn’t help but laugh. He was quite the kid back then. And he couldn’t deny that he really only wanted to see her naked. What guy wouldn’t? It always took time to see that there was more to them. Women, that was. Always. “You can’t tell me you still think those words didn’t have any depth to them…I was only twenty-one!” He tried his best…but honestly, twenty one? He’d had plenty o’ time to grow up. Just not enough practice. Killing one girlfriend had seemed like enough. Just this time the girlfriend managed to get herself killed…
Damn thoughts…
All laughs aside, he felt those soft warm fingers slide in between his and glanced down, another smile making its way onto his face. If she kept this up she’d be the Glory she once was in no time. Hopefully...with an altered memory. Thanks to him.
Her voice stating yet another nickname, one he remembered fondly, brought his attention back down to her once more. He grinned. He remembered that one well. Their first kiss, if he wasn’t mistaken. She hardly used that one as much as the others. But it was one to be treasured all the same. If not for the memory it represented. At this rate he wouldn’t have to help her remember anything any more. It’d all happen through occurrences. See thing, remember something. And yet…he liked telling her things that he had remembered. Despite the fact that his apartment still smelt like her in some ways…and marks of her could be seen everywhere. Not to mention the welts in the walls where he’d tossed things around…
"Tell me more. About anything and everything..."
His eyebrows pulled together and again he tossed a glance her way before tightening the grip his hand held on her ever so slightly. What more could he tell her? What did you tell someone when there was so much to tell? Memories? Big events? Month by month outlines? Little things? Thinking rather slowly, Callum decided to go with the little things, again clearing his throat—a habit—before speaking, “Um…” what to start with… “I took you out of school a lot…” a laugh, what a thing to remember, “We used to order Chinese and eat it on my apartment floor.” It wasn’t significant, but now he was trying to pull random memories, anything that might spark something interesting, “Sometimes we’d just lay on my bed and talk.” A warm reminiscent smile replaced his grin. “You loved to take pictures.” Small things, little things…
He glanced at her, “I love you.”
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Post by GOPI 1609 on Mar 19, 2009 22:53:22 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Gloria laughed softly at the chinese food comment. She could remember that clearly. How the office would call her parents saying she was missing and her parents dismissing it, saying that she went missing all the time....
And then the laying down in his bed to just talk-and all those damn pictures she would take and all the videos. They were so silly-yet it had to hold some importance because now she was a photographer-even if it was just to remain undercover...And she actually loved being a photographer.
But when those three words came out of his mouth, her smile slowly faded and she glanced up at him, her fingers loosening from his own slowly.
Her father was yelling at her over something..Something that had to do with Callum..."If you get knocked up...!" She was packing her things, enough to last maybe a few weeks at most, and then grabbed her debit card-the one she received because she had her own job so she wouldn't be so dependent on mommy and daddy anymore. He was yelling at her about Callum and how he was no good and then when he said Callum was just going to be her own downfall, that he didn't love her...She just snapped and yelled at her father, telling him those three words. That she loved Callum-and that was all that mattered. If she got knocked up-she got knocked up. She would deal with it. If she ended up homeless and alone-then she would deal with it. She wasn't going to let fear rule her relationship with Callum-and in the end it did.
Gloria let her hand fall away from his,"We argued," she said quietly. She could remember arguements-but again, Gloria was supressing them so it was hard for her to make them out. But she could see it like a hazy television screen. The yelling at each other, though she couldn't hear what they were yelling about. She just knew there wasn't something right with the fairytale pictures from before, "A lot."
They were becoming more frequent, and in a way they did overshadow all the nicer memories...Maybe because Gloria was trying to pretend everything was all sugar coated rainbows and butterflies. But it wasn't. Of course it wasn't. No relationship is perfect.
"Why would you love someone who would call you such things?" her voice was slowly going back to Gopi's as the realizations slowly started hitting her. She would call him an asshole, a jerk, a good for nothing. She would tell him he wasn't worth her time that all he did was make her feel like shit and that she totally deserved better...
But only one arguement stuck out to her the most. This one she could hear and barely see. And in this one, a simple lamp was hurled in her direction and she had attempted to duck out of the way but had been too slow so it hit her left side...."The first time I found out you were a mover..." Gloria didn't know anybetter. Gloria was a teenager who did not know right from wrong. She was immature and completely out of her mind. She let her emotions guide her decisions instead of thinking logically. And Gopi fell right into her trap.
She took a step away from him,"I get that we argued...who hasn't?" that wasn't what bothered her. Okay-they argued. Big deal? He had still supported her, somewhat, when she left in the end, right?"But you threw things at me when we argued? I made you feel like shit and would put you down? What kind of relationship was that? How can you say those three words to someone who doesn't deserve you?"
Guilt. She hated the feeling. But Gopi was slowly coming back and the blank wall was slowly starting to come up again despite loud and frustrated protests from inner-Gloria,"I was....She was weak, stupid, and immature. I don't see how you two lasted as long as yu claim you did." She changed the tenses. Love. It seemed the word would shut down Gloria, to an extent. Like the word stung or burned her so she would crawl back into the dark, where she belonged. Gopi looked straight at Callum, the sparkle slowly fading from her dark eyes. No, they couldn't have loved each other. How can someone as sweet, yet violent, as him love some pathetic excuse for a rebellious teenager? Gopi couldn't see it, and she couldn't understand. It simply wasn't logical....
status • complete
word count • 964
lyrics • better than me, hinder
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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