Amnesia RP

Plot: All the characters are in the same city, in the time (2013). They have all lost their memories. The only thing they remember is their name, and possibly their species/race/ethnicity.

Rules: Site rules apply. Also, please have length to your posts. I'll have an aneurism if you don't cause that's currently an issue in another site.

[[May I ask what city it is? It would give me a good idea of the surroundings before I make my starting posts.]]

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The teenager walked down the sidewalk. The concrete felt cold against his bare feet, his long braid trailed behind him. He could feel the eyes of the other people watching him with curiosity. Which wasn't surprising seeing how he stuck out like a sore thumb. He had clothes that nobody else seemed to be wearing, and he was the only one with a braid that goes down to his ankle.

He stopped, and looked up at the sky. "Judal...." He whispered to the blue sky. "That's my name... Isn't it?" He asked himself. Then nodded. It must be. That sounded right. Though, why couldn't he remember anything else? He could feel that there was more to him than just a name, but his mind was blank. He couldn't pull any pieces of who he was together.

Judal shook it off, and continued down the street. He looked around at the skyscrapers that towered over him. They seemed strange to him, even though he couldn't remember any other kind of building. "Where am I?" He stopped at a crosswalk to have better look at his surroundings.

Something black caught his eye just in his peripheral vision. He turned his head quickly. A few little black butterflies that seemed to glow fluttered by him and disappeared. He watched wide eyed as no one else showed any awareness to them. What?

The spring heel of the boots made soft clicks against the concrete as she walked. Every so often someone would give her a strange look and she would once again look down at her outfit in response. No one else was wearing something like it. That was probably why they stared. As she looked down at it this time she sighed. The logo on the tanktop was unfamiliar but for some reason made her upset.

Looking up as she continued along the concrete, she tried to put together the puzzle that was her mind at the moment. She could vaguely see the pieces but they were just beyond her reach. Only one was within grasp. A name. Chell. Is it mine? She hoped so. Why would she remember a name that wasn't hers? So that was a good start to the puzzle. One piece was better than none.

Across the... crossway? -Odd. She didn't know what to call what she was walking on.- was someone who caught her attention. They were wearing an unusual outfit compared to everyone else. They stuck out too. She paused for a moment then lifted her arm in a wave. If they both stuck out this person might know something about her. Perhaps they knew eachother at some point?

Jack sat up gasping for air. His eyes were wide, and his chest tight with pain. As his breath steadied, the pain subsided. He took the moment to look around. He was lying on a bench by a wide sidewalk. Opposite the sidewalk was a park. A large park that just seemed to stretch on. On the other side of the green of the park were buildings that seemed to reach up forever.

Jack turned to sit on the bench like a normal person. He tried to think where he was. A city obviously, but which? He couldn't remember. His brow slightly furrowed with concern as he continued to dig for the name of his location. He gave up with a sigh. Then he thought some more. Who was he even? "Jack.....?" He felt the name was familiar, but it didn't seem to belong to him. As if it was stolen from someone else.

The man stood up and walked down the path that cut through the wide field of grass. He felt as mothers with strollers walked by staring at him. He finally took notice to his apparel. A long trench coat. Was that really so strange. After looking around he realized nobody else had a coat like his. Jack didn't understand this. Why was that?

As he continued down the path he left the park and entered into the streets lined with skyscrapers. He stopped at the corner of a street. He stared down at his feet deep in thought. He looked up to see a girl beside him waving to someone across the street. She seemed to stick out also. "Excuse me..." He tried to get her attention. Hello, I'm-" He started to introduce himself, but stopped. He didn't feel like he was Jack, even though it was all he could recall.

A voice from behind caused her to turn around. Was he addressing her? He stopped his introduction partway through but by then she knew that yes, he was talking to her. Why had he stopped before giving his name? Chell stood there in silence for a moment, waiting for him to speak up. If he wasn't going to give his name he should move to another topic. He had addressed her after all, not the other way around. "Hi." A very short greeting which made her feel very strange. Like speaking wasn't the norm. Because of this that simple hi was the only contribution to the conversation she would make. At least until he asked something of her. Nice coat. A seemingly random thought but it had grabbed her gaze. It was the wrong color.

If he wasn't going to say anything she was going to walk away. Keep moving. If you want something to happen you have to do it yourself. This man wasn't nearly as unusual as the one with the long hair whose attention she had hoped she could grab. Probably still could if she left now. Chell turned away ever so slightly and made a speaking motion with her hand. Say something or I'm leaving.

Pleased to hear a small 'hi' from the girl, Jack gave a smile. He sighed, and tried to think about how to word what he wanted to say. He didn't want to appear too weird by asking a complete stranger random questions. As he saw her hand motion for him to speak already, he swallowed his thoughts. Smiling flirtatiously he decided to introduce himself, "Captain Jack Harkness, and you are?" He stood there for a moment in surprise. He didn't know where that 'Captain' or 'Harkness' came from, but they just seemed to fit with 'Jack.' Not only that but why did he phrase his introduction like that? It seemed to just flow out of his mouth like it was something he'd said often.

Despite the slight surprise he continued. "This may sound strange, but may I ask what city we're in?" He tried to think up excuses to why he would ask such a thing as he waited for her response. But a small beeping from an inner pocket in his coat took his attention. Jack pulled out a small device that had a flashing yellow light, and was making a very annoying beeping noise. The man stared at it blankly. He hadn't the slightest clue of why he had it, or what it was for. Unfortunately he didn't even know how to make the beeping stop, which was actually speeding up. He looked for something on it like a switch to turn it off, but found none. "Uhhh..."

Captain? Chell raised an eyebrow at this. No clue what a 'captain' was. At least he'd finally given his name. When the beeping kicked in she looked down at the device in his hands. Unfamiliar. The noise it was making didn't bother her though. What did bother her was the fact that Jack here seemed incompetent when it came to his own device. If it belonged to him then he should be able to shut it down. Any machine can be shut down. Just show it you're not going to take any crap from it.

Oh. She had something against technology. Another piece to the puzzle. This piece was faded without a reason for it though. She looked at the device, then up at Jack and mimed pounding on it. Violence; a surefire solution to frustrating technology.

Jack looked up at a young man approaching. With his crops top and uber long braid, he stood out more than Jack or the woman. After be yelled to shut the device up, Jack finally started smacking it.

"Ooohhh! What's that?" Jack twitched at the sound, and looked down to see a very excited pink pony. "Can I play with it?" He stared at her with surprise. He didn't remember anything but a name that didn't seem to belong to him, but he was pretty sure horses shouldn't be that color nor be able to speak. "Er... No." He answered her hesitantly. He didn't even know what the machine did, giving it to a pony could be bad..

Jack went back to smacking. The noise sped up, and stopped. Jacks ears rang for a moment due to the sudden silence, but the ringing faded. "Sorry about that." He put the machine back into the pocket he found it in. Now he knew how to stop it if it started beeping again.

"Now where was I? Oh yeah, does anyone know what city this is?" He looked at the three. He expected one of the to answer. And hoped they could answer more personal questions than that, like did they know who he was?

The beeping came to a halt and Chell couldn't help but smirk. See? She shook her head to Jack's question. It was a good question. She was unsure of the city's name too. It was when the other man spoke up that she became slightly disappointed. The one she had waved to hadn't given her the response she'd hoped for. He doesn't know me. All the same she couldn't just let him leave. Not with how obvious it was that he didn't belong. She needed to know more. To make him stay Chell shrugged as her response. Stall him.

Not the perfect plan but improvisation was necessary. The high-pitched voice made her look down. Pink creature. Four legs. Annoying. "Party?" A shiver ran down her spine at the thought.

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Judal stood there, dumbfounded at how cluelessly the man dealt with the noisy thing. Who were these two weirdos? Judal looked at them, their attire, how they stood, how they talked. They stood out too, but differently. The man was completely oblivious to his own things, and yet he still seemed to have a confident posture. The girl though was quiet, and why should she wave him over if they had nothing to do with one another? Not only that, but the man had an accent, just like the rest of the crowd. Or maybe Judal was the one with accent? Either way, Judal spoke differently from them, like he was from somewhere else. If only he could remember where that somewhere was...

The teenager jumped at the sound of a high-pitched voice. He turned to see a very strange creature, with four hoofed legs, big blue eyes, pink fur with a curly mane, and an ever so bright smile. Then it started talking, very fast with a very high pitched voice. Great! it talks! Judal stared at it for a moment. "Party? Seriously? No." He narrowed his eyes at the pink mammal. It was too cheerful his taste.

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Concrete buildings. Black pavement. Smoggy, clouded air. Even without the rushing crowds of busy people going about their work or the jammed up traffic on the roads, it was pretty easy to differentiate a city from any other human populated area.

With brown, unkept hair and a black, Yasogami Highschool uniform, a teenager by the name of Yosuke Hanamura didn't look too out of place. In fact, he seemed to be almost at home in a loud, bustling place. Just another carefree youth with the music in his headphones turned up a little too high for other people's comfort.

But to him, everything was very, very strange.

He had woken up on a couch in an apartment room he never remembered staying in. In fact, Yosuke couldn't remember a thing about his past or himself, besides his name. And, of course, that he was some sort of Highschool student -judging by his uniform-. He had the sense that he was Japanese, for his name was of that origin.

After the initial shock of finding himself somewhere completely unfamiliar with no memories, the brunette had decided to leave the apartment and find answers to his infinite amount of questions. He soon figured out that he was in a place called New York City, in a country named The United States Of America. If he could remember correctly, America and Japan weren't at all very close to each other in the world.

The teen paused by a wall covered in graffiti, attempting to gain his bearings. "Maybe I have some form of identification on me... Or something. Something that could tell me anything about me at all." He murmured to himself as he checked his pockets. His voice sounded odd to him, as if it didn't quite belong to him. But yet it did...

Briefly searching his pockets, he came up with a wallet stuffed with yen, a pair of kunai, a cellphone and a piece of paper. "It's good to know I had a job of some sort... But too bad I can't use yen in the States." Yosuke sighed as he placed his wallet back into his pocket. He glanced at the kunai, frowning a little. Who am I, some kind of ninja? He tucked the knives away as well, then looked at his cellphone, but there was nothing on it. Not even a single phone number. It was as if someone had erased everything on it. It was a blank slate. Like his own mind.

Forcing himself to focus, Yosuke unfolded the small piece of paper and read it quickly.

"Dear Yosuke, May you ask your father if I could get a raise sometime soon? I could really use the money... Sincerely, another Junes employee." The teen read, reread, and read it over again. Junes? Sounded kind of like a store of some sort. And his dad sounded like some sort of manager, it seemed...

"It's great and all my father's some the manager of a store called Junes and I'm apparently a high-schooler who wields kunai, but that isn't all that helpful." He crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it into the nearest trash can before setting off on his walk throughout the city. Surely there could be something that could spark his memory, right?

The next thing he came across was quite out of the ordinary.

"They look kind of out of place... But a pink pony? I must be dreaming." Yosuke muttered, but decided to go check out what was happening all the same. After all, you could find answers in the strangest places.

"Uh, hello there. I'm Yosuke Hanamura..." He started awkwardly, putting on a rather fake looking smile. Not sure of what else he should say, he was brought to an abrupt end.

Upon hearing the brightly coloured pony talk, bounce and act rather energetically, Yosuke began to quietly question his state of mind. I'm not entirely sure if I'm seriously sane... But then again, those other people can see it too. Can't just be me. He frowned a little before taking off his red headphones. He smiled apologetically. "As much as I would love to help you with your... Erm... 'Party', I have a bit of a problem to solve before I can help out." The brunette said in a gentle voice, hoping the pony would understand. He didn't want to hurt it's feelings, as strange as it was.

As he thought about the pony a bit more, a thought finally crossed his mind. Yosuke, it's a magical talking pink pony. Surely it has to know some answers to something, right? I mean, don't magical ponies have all sorts of knowledge in fairytales? Or something? Yosuke took a moment to consider a whole bunch of questions before finally deciding on one. "Say.... Pinkie Pie, was it? Where did you come from, and how did you get here?" He asked. The thought Am I seriously talking to a pink magical pony that can speak? came up in his head multiple times as he spoke, and he forced it away with another awkward smile.

Seeing the pink pony's energy suddenly disappearing, Yosuke immediately felt guilty. Maybe I shouldn't have said that... He frowned as reconsidered his approach to the situation. Strange as it... she might be, she still have very human-like emotions. How odd... Then he slowly realised something. Pinkie Pie had said that she didn't know where she had come from. She can't remember either, eh? Well, that makes two of us.

Yosuke turned back towards the mare, and put on a friendly smile. "Hey, maybe we can figure it out together?" He suggested, then added, "I can't remember how I got here either, or much of my past. But I'm sure we can both find out." The brunette was a bit surprised how confident he had sounded. ...I don't even know where to start. I hope I'm not leading us on a wild goose chase. His temporary frown returned to a bright grin. "And when we finally get this sorted out, maybe we could get working on that party you had in mind?"

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