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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 28, 2007 10:25:56 GMT -8
Shifting slightly, M.A.P. walked slowly to thee shade and sighed. Honcho being half drug and half waked, he simple accepted his fate as a temporary mackeral and finally just layed in the tangled hair, allowing himself to be dragged along. M.A.P. paused, picking up Honcho, untangling him form the mass with ease and hugging him close. He buried his nose against her covered shoulder, ears perked up straight as big brown eyes started to close- Hocho was quickly deciding he needed a nap.
Looking around, shivering slghtly- the sensation of the cooler shade on her blistered arm, a new feeling rather than the sun, what a great word, still stremaing its great bright light down on her skin- while turning it a deep olive brown, also burning and bubbling it. Mmm they were admittedly fun to play with and when long sleepless nights gave way to bordom. Blue violets finally came to rest on Keith, as he followed her to the shade. He seemed nice enough, so far, no harm had come to her, nor the invitation to even begin a fight- what a change from...where was it she had come from again?
"You're in Los Angeles, California...for the school...what school are you talking about?"
He didn't seem to know either, not off the bat. Tilting her head to the side, just far enough to allow the sunlight into them and strike the violets in her eyes on fire, though her expression was almost blank and mechanical, as she still held Honcho close to her, "Los Angeles...," snapping the fingers on her right hand, storing the information away for later use, she nodded slightly, "it has a number two primes and a two in it..but I don't remember where it is.. or what is was called." She sighed softly, a learned gesture, still overly exagerated in many many aspects, in this case it left her gasping for breath.
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Post by Keith on Feb 28, 2007 13:42:10 GMT -8
"it has a number two primes and a two in it..but I don't remember where it is.. or what is was called."
What?
That didn't help much. Two was a prime number. The only even number to be considered a prime number. The rest of the prime numbers were odds. Yeah, the girl needed medical treatment. It isn't good for her to be out on the streets in this condition. Something bad must've happened to cause to the girl to have a bad case of amnesia.
Perhaps she might be talking about 259. Lot of people asides from himself have been transferring. He would taking her to 259. But first, she needed to get medical treatment. Perhaps he'll start asking around to see if anybody knows her.
"I'm a bit confused. Two is also a prime number. The only even whole number that is a prime. While the other prime numbers are odd numbers," he explained.
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Post by M.A.P. on Mar 2, 2007 13:12:47 GMT -8
Slowly, M.A.P. blinked..she went to 499...didn't she- where was she? Keith had said California..was that right? It was, she knew it was..shaking her head, Honcho stirring at the movement then settling back to being still and quiet. M.A.P. tilted her head slightly to the side, "I thought I went to 499..but Honcho and I left there- I go to the school of three primes- not two."
She had been walking for so long, she had lost the reality between the two places, and her mind still puzzled over the blood she had woken up in so long ago- blinking, snapping back to reality, M.A.P. offered a worn and tiny smile, "I registered there shortly after arriving in this town but I believe I have wandered too far."
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Post by Keith on Mar 2, 2007 13:24:41 GMT -8
"I thought I went to 499..but Honcho and I left there- I go to the school of three primes- not two."
499?
Keith had already met about two-three students whom are transfers from 499. It seemed that this girl is another transfer from 499. However, those numbers weren't prime. Because 4 can be divided into itself and become 2. 9 divided into itself becomes 3. It was evident that this girl needed to be treated.
"I registered there shortly after arriving in this town but I believe I have wandered too far."
At that time, the person arrived with the spare tire for Keith's motorcycle. Just in time as well. He would have to take the girl to the hospital. From there, he would have to seek out those 499 students that he had met much earlier.
"The person with my spare tire has arrived. Come on, you should get that nasty sunburn looked at. While you're getting treated, I can find those other 499 students. I believe I already met some of them."
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Post by M.A.P. on Mar 2, 2007 14:51:25 GMT -8
((OOC: ^^ and they wonder why I scraped out of math with a C- ))
She hesitated at his words, Come on, you should get that nasty sunburn looked at. While you're getting treated. Those words implied a hospital, a place of steralizing liquids, people in masks, old blood, diseases and..small rooms to be locked within. A place she knew and would never return to.
Shaking her head she stepped back and away from him. Blue-violets slightly wider then their usual form, narrowing slightly as she watched him with a edge of worry to her being. It had been a trick. And the words of knowing someone who was from 499 was simply a hook to take her back within those walls and lock her away.
"Honcho and I will be fine. Thank you, Mr Keith," with this she moved to leave.
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Post by Keith on Mar 2, 2007 16:16:41 GMT -8
"Honcho and I will be fine. Thank you, Mr Keith,"
It seemed that this girl didn't want to go to the hospital. Keith wasn't neccesarily a fan of hospitals either. He felt pretty bad about leaving the two of them like this. Keith cleared his throat a bit. This was something Keith would have to make his case to. Morally and ethically, Keith couldn't leave the girl like this.
"In your condition, I doubt it," Keith politely explained.
How'd she managed not to run into any trouble, Keith would never figure out. He gently shook his head.
"Los Angeles is a highly dangerous city. Especially if you wander into the wrong neighborhoods." Keith had to get it through the girl's head that it wasn't healthy to be wandering the streets of Los Angeles like this.
"This city is the epicenter of everything that's wrong with humanity."
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Post by M.A.P. on Mar 2, 2007 16:55:58 GMT -8
Shaking her head, unbraided raven flaring loosely, "I will find Mr Sky," she closed her eyes for a long moment, before opening them. The darkly colored lenses of her eyes piercing through Keith. He may have been one of the Kennel's workers. or simply an innocent person trying to help. Reguardless, he wanted to take her to a place where within no time, she would be locked away for fear or hurting heself or others. She knew the processes, and wanted none of them.
Eyes narrowing slightly, M.A.P.'s attitude shifted when she realized he was assuming she could not take care of herself. He was a stranger, one whom she had never spoken with before, he knew nothing about her past- though in truth she barely did herself. She had lived through fire, famine, fighting and loss, the last thing to worry about with her was an inability to take care of herself.
"My health is my own to worry on, care from strangers is nothing to be taken lightly. Mr Keith, I thank you for your concern and worries, but is uneeded in this case. Thank you for the water and the information, kindly return to your previous priority."
She turned, "I am no one's burden but my own," this said, M.A.P. walked away, Honcho in her arms for only a few moments before he chose to walk. Turning and looking back for a moment, Honcho gave a bark then caught up with M.A.P.- having no intention to be left behind.
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Post by Keith on Mar 2, 2007 17:39:39 GMT -8
"My health is my own to worry on, care from strangers is nothing to be taken lightly. Mr Keith, I thank you for your concern and worries, but is uneeded in this case. Thank you for the water and the information, kindly return to your previous priority."
It had seemed that this girl was adamant on not seeking any help. Keith felt bad but it was her choice and decision. And yes, Keith was definitely concerned and worried for her.
"I am no one's burden but my own,"
She wasn't a burden. But it was her choice and Keith had to respect her choice and decision. Still, he didn't have to like it. There, she walked off along with her puppy. At the same time the flat tire on Keith's motorcycle was replaced and good to go.
Guess I'll be seeing you around...
So, she was a 499 student. Keith would have to start asking the other 499 students if they knew this amnesiac. Hopefully they would know. All Keith could do is go back and ask around.
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