<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=43897&amp;p=239292#p239292">OOC Here</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1268.photobucket.com/albums/jj561/ApolloThirteenth/Roleplaying/a08e213f-09d3-462f-b340-8f94ec069ebe_zpsb513e0bc.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;">banner made by <span style="color: #FF4000">me</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4000FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Liquid Memories</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Launa O'Dare</span></div></span><br/><br/>The first thing she noticed was the quiet.<br/><br/>Her eyes fluttered open. A simple grey metal ceiling stared back at her. She sat up slowly, her heart thumping audibly, she could feel it in her ears and in her chest. Every now and then it skipped a beat. Cold patches spread through her body and her blood carried the cold through her veins.<br/><br/>Soft slippers touched her feet as she sat at the edge of the unfamiliar bed. She looked around. The room was lit by circles of soft light on the ceiling. Something rustled in her pocket, some sort of ticket. She squinted her eyes as she inspected the tiny font.<span style="font-style: italic">Bad eyesight,</span>she thought. Finally giving up, she left the paper on the nightstand and stop, ignoring the slippers only to come back to them when she realized how cold the floor was. They were comfy, but somehow she didn't feel very comforted.<br/><br/>At the center of the room, she took it in. It was a large room, adorned with few items. There didn't seem to be anything like a closet, or any door at all for that matter. There it was again, the cold panic in her veins and her heart's insistence that something was wrong - and something really was wrong because no matter how much she tried, she could not remember how she had gotten there or where she was. She couldn't even remember what she had eaten the day before. All she knew was that everything before now was simply gone, as if today had been the first day of her existence. It was odd, she could talk. She remembered words and math equations. She remembered who the presidents of the United States had been and the names of cities, capitals and countries. She could even remember...but then she couldn't. Her own name was gone. Her breathing increased even as she immediately started to mentally calm herself and control her breathing. So there was one thing she knew about herself, she was good under pressure. That was the first detail of her life.<br/><br/>She immediately began inspecting herself to get an image of who she was. A graphing of her hair and placing it in front of her eyes revealed that she was blond. Her skin was white, almost like milk. Her nails were clean and unadorned with nail polish. Odd that she could remember nail polish, but not her own name. Her stomach was slim and she felt light on her feet. She wondered what color her eyes were, but there were no mirrors in the odd room. She noticed a bear on the nightstand next to the bed. It was freaky, with an eye missing. It had a name tag on it, but again, she couldn't read it.<br/><br/>She noticed a pair of glasses on the nightstand and tentatively picked them up. When she put them on, everything became instantly clear, well, at least all of the physical things did. Her eyes touched the words on the tag.<br/><br/>"Launa O'Dare."<br/><br/>Something clicked almost audibly in her brain. This was her name. She knew it had to be because it stirred something inside her. Something that wanted to yell out to her. A caged thing that was being kept from her reach.<br/><br/>She remembered the crumpled paper from her pocket and picked up off the bed.<br/><br/>"Boston. One way."<br/><br/>Launa was heading to Boston. She tried to remember why, but there wasn't even a shimmer of an image from her memory, but Boston did mean something. The name of the city had a different taste to that of New York or Los Angeles. There was something there in Boston. She sat it next to the bear and found a photograph. A ripple of emotion writhed through her as she saw her face. That was what she looked like. It had been the most disconcerting thing about these strange past few minutes, not knowing what she looked like. There was another woman in the picture, older. She resembled Launa, only with more wrinkles. The woman smiled, unabasheful of her laugh lines which made her look all the wiser and prettier. It must be her mother. She supposed the woman could be a much older sister, but she didn't think so. The ice creams they held were melting and they were both laughing and looking into the camera. Who had taken the photograph? A helpful stranger simply passing by on his own stroll? Her father? The photograph refused to answer so she folded it and placed it in her pocket.<br/><br/>A bracelet caught her attention. "Love You Forever" was written in silver ink on the white bracelet. When she put it on, she almost screamed when it suddenly turned into a handcuff. Then she relaxed when she realized it really was just a bracelet.<br/><br/>When she turned to start her search for the door to leave the room, her eyes landed on a poster. It had an assortment of DC superheroes on it. Superman, of course, as well as The Flash and others. It brought a smile to her face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I'm a geek,</span>she thought.<br/><br/>Then she heard some machinery working and felt fresh air touch her skin. When she found the source of the noise, she noticed a portion of metal sliding into the wall and revealing a large corridor beyond it. There were soft voices echoing through the halls. She picked the one with the most voices at the end and followed it down until she emerged in a large circular room with a glass domed ceiling. There was a planet out there.<br/><br/>"No way," she said out loud, hearing her own voice for the first time, "are we in space?"