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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 20:55:58 GMT
Angst. That was one way to describe the way Jackson had been feeling since being brought to Wonderland with no recollection as to who he was. He was quite frustrated, actually, for he felt that he had dealt with memory loss before... but he couldn't even remember that! What a cold, cruel world where people wiped other memories and probably didn't have a good reason for it.
Jack hadn't wasted his time, though. He had discovered a few new things about himself whilst trying to figure out who he was. His skin was ice cold, he realized, when he compared it to someone elses. He arrived with a wooden shepards hook in his hand... that had to count for something right? He was also sure that his constant need to cause trouble and pull pranks on people had something to do with his past, too. But that's about as far as he got whilst trying to figure out his past.
He didn't know why he liked the Information Centre so much. Maybe it was because it was just like him, an empty hall wiped clean of all it's content. It almost made him feel better, like he shouldn't complain. He really shouldn't considering he wasn't the only one with their memories wiped. He stepped into the hall, walking around and gently touching surfaces, his hands lifting with dust on his fingertips. Was this somewhere he had liked before? Had he even lived in Wonderland?
Everyone once in a while he would see a face and it would almost look familiar, but to no avail. It was maddeningly frustrating. Like having Deja Vu. He stopped, leaning against the wall behind him and closing his eyes. Maybe if he blinked, everything would be back to normal...
Whatever normal was.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 21:59:16 GMT
don't let it show. Her pale blonde hair pulled into its normal braid down the side of her neck stopping just at her breast. Her outfit consists of a flow blue blouse and dark wash jeans, her feet concealed within dark blue flats to finish off the outfit. Elsa had often found herself hiding away from the likes of man, walking among the tall trees was an escape into her isolated state. After her mother and father’s passing she had found solitude within the tall trees, drops of dew hanging from the bright green leaves. Sure Elsa was not alone in the world, she had her sister…Anna, but she always found herself closer to her parents then the other girl. This was rather weird for the girl, from what she could remember of her past the two had been close as a young girl and then grew apart. She shook her head from her hole filled memory as she continued to walk, the sound of her parents words echoing within her brain.
Conceal don’t feel, don’t let it show.
She sighed, the sound of her breaths and her shoes crunching against leaves and twigs echoed around her, silence soon following. She loved the idea of isolation, sure she was quite lonely within it but it was just a feeling she was used to. Though she had her sister had grown together, their close bond once again rekindled, she still liked some moments of solitude to just think. To just breath in the air and close her eyes an imagine herself somewhere else, back to the simple times. She sighed, brushing her pale fingers over the top of her hair, pushing back the stray threads of pale blonde from her face. She had just been for a walk in the woods, a place where she usually went to clear her head. And here she was, standing before an old shack, her eyes looked over the structure with new eyes before glancing back the way she had come.
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the queen.
She frowned as those words ran through her head, where had they come from? Why were they so familiar to her as if she had heard those words before? She shook her head before turning back at the structure and slowly she approached, pushing the wooden door open and slipping inside. Warm eloped her and she let out a sigh of breath.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 3:56:31 GMT
Suddenly cold air was seeping into the room and Jack opened his eyes, looking up to see someone shutting the door behind them, sighing against the warmth. They looked... familiar, actually, but maybe it was because they had such similar features. Pale hair, pale skin, blue eyes. However, he really hoped this girl wasn’t his sister because she was incredibly beautiful. He had to concentrate on closing his mouth, for it had been hanging open slightly.
Maybe she hadn’t seen him yet? He took the opportunity to duck behind a column beside him for a moment, trying to decide what he was going to do next. He should probably just talk to the woman. Let her know that she wasn’t completely alone in here... well, he slipped out from behind the column and stepped into the light. ”Cold out there?” he asked, his voice a but soft for he didn’t want to startle the newcomer.
Okay, he most certainly knew her in the old life. Getting a closer look at her, his brain was struggling to put images of memories into his head to let him know where he knew her from. She was in there, though, in the locked compartment of his brain that held all the memories of his life before Wonderland. He knew that she was there. But, he didn’t want to outright say that. Heck, maybe they weren’t even friends in the past life! But then, wouldn’t some resentment carry over into this one?
Ugh! This made no sense!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 21:55:48 GMT
don't let it show. The warmth, it eloped her, and as much as she had to admit it…it felt weird. Like her body was use to the cold air that was once surrounding her in frozen fractals. But how could that be? She was mortal, she wasn’t able to stay out in the cold for long, and already her hands were turning red against the pale flesh of her fingers. Elsa had yet to realize anyone else was here, usually this place was empty and that was why she had come here to get away from the cold of the outdoors and yet as she glanced around pulling the pale blue gloves onto her white arms she noticed a figure in the distance and before she knew it he was standing in the light, she took a step back, cautious.
‘Cold out there?’
Elsa pulled the gloves the rest of the way on, her fingers pinching at the glove delicately to get it perfectly onto her hand. For a second she stared down at her hands, a memory within her brain trying to come forth, she remembered these gloves; she had worn them many times in the past, but for why? The memory was trying to claw at her brain, but she pushed it back just as someone brushed hair behind their ear. She glanced up at him, her head held high and confident. “You could say that.” she stated but what she really wanted to say was ‘The cold never bothered me anyway’ but why did she want to say that? The cold always bothered people, maybe not her much but it was still bothersome. She raised an eyebrow, cool blue eyes looking the man over before she spoke “What are you doing here if I might ask?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 21:38:31 GMT
Jackson was unsurprised that the girl took a step back when he revealed himself. He was hiding out in the shadows of the place, after all. Plus, he was a stranger. Everyone was. Though, a part of him hoped that she sensed the same familiarity as he did... there was something there, couldn't she see it? He watched the way she put the gloves on her hands, slowly and with care. Even that was familiar, but he had no idea why. She looked up at him, a confidence in her face that took Jackson by surprise. Everything about her seemed calm, cool and collected. But somehow... uptight, nervous and insecure. He shrugged at her question, trying to act nonchalant. "To be honest, I find this place comforting," he explained, taking another step forward, lifting his cane from where it rested on the wall. He didn't step too far forward, for fear that he was going to frighten the girl.
"Why, what brought you here? Couldn't have been to come see me," he smirked at her with a little chuckle, smug as ever. Sure she was familiar, but he had the sense that they needed to reconnect quite a bit before they could be friends again. Or whatever they were. He also felt this desire to joke with her, have a little fun. Either way, whatever reason she came here for, she was stuck with him now. Well, at least until this conversation was over. He may as well have some fun with it, get this uptight girl to loosen up a little.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 3:00:28 GMT
don't let it show. The pale blonde and blue eyed woman raised an eyebrow as he looked at her with familiar eyes, as if he knew her and she knew him. But how was that possible? They had never met nor had she seen him around the village before. She held her head high, her demeanor giving off over confidence and a sense of collected nature but on the inside she was feeling a flutter of nervousness crawling within her skin, a sense of insecurity and fear. Fear? What did she have to fear? This man or boy didn’t give off the vibe of being harmful rather a jokester. How did just looking at him did she feel as though she knew that he would not harm her but rather joke around with her? She was starting too weird herself out; taking a deep breath she pushed all thoughts from her head.
Conceal don’t feel…don’t let it show.
She chanted that phrase to herself over and over again as the man told her honestly that he found this place that they were in rather comforting. And followed by his little speech he took a step forward, Elsa made no move. Not wanting to show how she really felt. Don’t let it show, don’t let it show. But then her attention was taken away from her thoughts and to the cane that he had lifted off the wall and she raised an eyebrow. A young boy like him…needing a cane? She shook the thought away, there must be something wrong with him that he needed the cane, and she was not about to question.
‘Why, what brought you here? Couldn’t have been to come see me.’
A small smile cracked against her lips, appearing like a monster coming from within a cave. She had no way to stop it, no way to keep it from its appearance on her face. She shook her head, amusement clear in her cool and collected blue hues before she spoke rather formally. “Am I not allowed to come here?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow “I did not see your name on the door; I thought this was a free building.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2015 22:12:14 GMT
He was glad when the lady started to smile, forming a nice casual smile of his own at the thought. She seemed... uptight, and it was nice to see her loosen up just a little. "Ooh, you are quite cold, aren't you?" he asked with an amused chuckle as her formal question and snarky remark came from those lips. He had definitely seen those lips before, and heard that voice. But how was he supposed to bring that up without sounding like a total fool? No, the time hadn't come yet... he needed to wait it out.
"Well, you're certainly allowed to go wherever you wish. I was just hoping you had heard about the handsome young man roaming these halls," he continued with this flirty, playful banter. It felt natural. It was true that he had actually spent quite a lot of time here in the Information Centre. He felt close to it, in a way. Plus, it was pale colored, empty and cold, just as he was.
His cold skin certainly was an annoying part of his life. He was sure their was a reason for it, but he hadn't been able to figure that out. Sometimes he felt as if things he touched started to frost over... but he chalked that up to his imagination.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2015 18:25:26 GMT
don't let it show. ‘Ooh, you are quite cold, aren’t you?’
As quick as the smile began to appear on her face, it was gone. Her arms crossed over her chest as his words reached her; it shook her to the core. She wasn’t cold, was she? To her she was no different; sure she liked the isolation rather than being surrounded by people. She wasn’t much of a people person, except for when around her sister, though of late that had changed, she didn’t find the same enjoyment of her sister’s company. She wanted to ask him if her words and her demeanor amused him when his chuckle filled the baron room. She had heard that sound before, but from where?
‘Well, you’re certainly allowed to go wherever you wish. I was just hoping you had heard about the handsome young man roaming these halls.’
A small mischief filled smile appeared on her lips as she pretended to look around, “Handsome young man? Have you seen him?” she asked her eyes flickering back to the man before him, “Because all I see is a boy trying to flirt.” she added in a tone that didn’t sound like her own. Quickly she cleared her throat, her playful nature disappearing within her and a serious cold front taking its place.
“I don’t even know your name.” she mused.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 15:25:52 GMT
Her smile was gone. Oh dear. He had offended her. Before he could comment though, or start rapidly apologizing like he wanted to, a different kind of smile found it's way to those lips... a sneaky one, in a way. He knew all about that sort of thing, being a bit of a troublemaker himself. He let his jaw drop as the words spilled from her lips. Ouch, but he had to admit it was a good one! And he had deserved it, after all. Still... her tone was light, playful even. He liked seeing that. In fact, he was almost suddenly determined to make sure he got that out of her again, considering she went back to the cold lady she was a moment before.
He knew he had gotten to her, made her smile. He liked that. The idea that he could make this harsh person smile and maybe use a little humor. He liked helping anyone smile, really... even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. "Aw, well played," he managed to say, his voice quite low due to the distraction of his own contemplations. He let his thoughtful look remain on his face as he addressed her concern about the name. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's Jackson," he said, stepping right in front of her now and holding out a hand. A freezing cold hand.
"And you are?" hope was in his eyes now, for just a moment he wanted to be real with her. He knew they would get back to bickering any second, however. But hopefully it was the good kind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 2:53:06 GMT
don't let it show. ‘Aw, well played.’
Elsa let the smile that was one on her face return; it was more of a way to stop herself from laughing. Because in truth she thought it was well played as well. She cleared her throat and her mind from the smile and the laughing and was once again the serious woman from before. Sometimes she wondered why she had to faces, one that was cold and sheltered and the other that was playful and lively. It was something she had wondered since appearing in Wonderland only five months before.
‘Oh, I’m sorry. It’s Jackson. And you are?’
Elsa hesitated as she glanced down at his outstretched hand. Something was wrong; touching his own hand seemed like bad things waiting to happen. She almost frowned at herself, it was only a handshake. Slowly her hand slipped into his own and it felt warm, well to her. Her hands were usually cold and she had no way to stop it, even with the glove upon her hand it didn’t stop the cold flesh from creating a cold hand. She smiled slightly, it disappeared as quickly as it came, before introducing herself to the man before her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 15:44:51 GMT
Jack couldn't help himself as his eyes widened when she didn't react to the cold of his hand. Maybe the gloves were a lot thicker then he thought they were. Still, she had given her name, albeit with a strange bipolar smile/no smile face... "Elsa," he committed it to memory and shook her hand once before pulling his own hand away. "I must ask though..." he said slowly, taking a casual step back from her in order not to crowd her space to much, "did my hands feel... cold to you? I mean, most people tell me that it's like shaking hands with a block of ice. But you barely reacted at all," maybe this was a clue to why he knew her in the past life, which he was sure that he did. Still, he wanted to know if she really had felt the cold and was just really good at pretending that everything was fine.
He first noticed his hands were ice cold when he touched a flower beside him in the meadows and it seemed to wilt away. He didn't know it was the cold, but he knew something funny was wrong with him. Then, he met a new person in the field that same day and shook her hand. She pulled her hand back quickly exclaiming that he was freezing cold and asking him if he needed to sit in front of a warm fire... really, he had no idea he was so cold. He felt entirely normal. But now, now he barely touched anyone.
But for some reason he wanted to test this girl... test the coldness of his hands. A part of him knew she wouldn't be phased by it, and that intrigued him even more.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2015 0:33:21 GMT
don't let it show. ‘Elsa.’
For some reason, her name coming from his lips seemed familiar, as if he had uttered her name before. It was weird, so weird in fact that Elsa had gotten loss in the thought of it, that she had almost missed his question about his hands feeling cold to her. A frown appeared upon her lips, head tilting. “No. They felt warm.” she said confusion laced within her tone of voice. She was rather shocked by his question, even with his explanation that many people believe that shaking his hand was like shaking a block of ice. “But it may be because I am wearing gloves.” she said. That was the only explanation, right? Her gloves blocked the coldness that Jack believed his hands held.
But Elsa had always been one that wasn’t entirely bothered by the cold. She had her moments, but others she wasn’t bothered by it. She remembered once giving her sister ice cream and her getting brain freeze, something Elsa never really seemed to get. And even if she did she never noticed it entirely. It was just something that Elsa seemed to be used to. Maybe it had something to do with the past before the five months that she remembered.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2015 19:08:59 GMT
Warm? His hands felt warm? Now that was incredibly strange. "Yeah, yeah... it was probably the gloves," he muttered, trying to think it through. He shook it off, deciding that it wasn't worth dwelling on as he folded his arms across his chest. "So, have you conformed to this 'Wonderland' like everyone else?" he asked, reverting back to his careless self as she moved away from her, walking backward toward the center of the room once more.
He, of course, had not given into the idea that he was stuck in this place. He didn't think that he belonged here, and he wanted to make the people pay who took his memories. He knew he had memory loss before, and having it a second time was really irritating. Yes, it was something that pushed him right over the edge if he thought about it too much. So, now that he and this Elsa had been properly introduced, it was time to find out where her loyalties lie.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 1:48:59 GMT
don't let it show. Warmth. That was what came from the man’s hand. Not cold, not frost and not ice. Warmth. It had to be because of her gloves, had to be. If others thought that his hands were the feeling of ice, why did they feel warm to her? The gloves could have kept the cold out, but gloves didn’t always do that. A part of her itched to take the gloves off and touch his hand, to see if they were actually cold without the confinement and warmth of the gloves upon her hands. But she wouldn’t do that. She still didn’t trust the man before her, caution ran through her thick blood, swirled within her like a cool winter storm. But as he muttered his agreement, she could tell that he also didn’t believe the whole glove thing. But neither of them commented on this little tad-bit of information. For which Elsa was very glad for. The less she had to think about the strange, the more she could move on with her life. Well the life that she remembered anyways.
‘So, have you conformed to this ‘Wonderland’ like everyone else?’
Elsa eyed him for a moment, really surveyed him. His question struck her as quite odd and very questionable. It brought questions to her brain that she had never thought before. It felt like something poking around within her skull, trying to find the answers. Did she have an answer to his question? Could she possibly answer it? Did she conform to this foreign yet homey land that she had found herself in? She had a few memories, most of them fitting her in as always being from here. But within her, like a small ragging storm, she knew that those feelings were not right. They didn’t fit. She felt like an outcast in her own skin for feeling like this. Sure, she did put up a front that she did believe that she belonged here, but inside her blood was freezing over. She didn’t belong her. She didn’t feel comfortable in her own skin. She itched to remember, to remember anything from before the last five months of her memory. But what did she itch for? What was there to remember?
She pushed her braid in front of her, the long white strands of hair going down her front and stopping just below her breast. She realized then that she had been standing here, staring at the young man before her with a lost in thought expression, and quickly her mind slapped back into place. Her body almost stumbled back, as if she had flinched back. But luckily she was able to stop the reaction before she made a full of herself. He went to clarify his words, as if she didn’t understand them the first time.
‘I mean…have you accepted that your memories are gone and you’ve lost everything?’
“Haven’t you?” she questioned him “I mean this is all we’ve known. Sure there are missing bits of memories, memories that only date back five or six months. But isn’t the best option to accept and move on?” she asked in the same tone as before, serious and cold. Her head tilted to the side, calculating eyes watching him. No, her mind said over and over again, This is not the best option, moving on is just a defense mechanism. She was suppressing the truth, the truth that there was something far greater and powerful out there, looming above them and stealing the last bit of their memories. What happened when that force struck and they couldn’t fight back? She almost laughed at herself; she spent too much time around Anna’s active imagination. “So to answer your question….yes I have accepted everything.” she lied thought her teeth, her voice still serious and cold.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 1:10:55 GMT
As she eyed him at his question, Jackson held incredibly still almost as if he were a statue. He wanted to hold his ground, give her a chance to see that he wasn't messing around, that this was something that really meant something to him. As she moved her braid in front of her, Jackson couldn't help but draw his eyes to the pale hair braided so carefully. He felt the sudden urge to lift his hand and touch it, and his hand twitched slightly. At the same time, she seemed to move a little as well, away from him. He let his hand rest at his side, ignoring the pull from his gut to step closer to her.
As she answered his question, in a bit of a round about way, Jackson felt himself disappointed. An image crossed his mind of he and this stranger finding their way around Wonderland together, secluding themselves from the others and finding a hideout all their own. But that was crazy. Plus, why was he imagining a room made of ice?
He was snapped back to reality by the cold tone aiming his way again, as she stated her final 'yes I have accepted everything'. He rolled his eyes, shrugging and chuckling as if this was a silly conversation, though at heart it really wasn't. "Well, that's a shame. I mean, I for one am not going to sit around and let people walk over me. People who took away my life," his words were deep, but his tone was light and careless as he moved around the room even more. He turned to face her. "You don't feel as though pieces of you are missing, Elsa?" saying her name easily rolled of his tongue, as if it were natural and normal to him.
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