Room 212 - Monday, mid-morning

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

When Cassandra had woken up Saturday unable to remember anything, she had intended to find someone to talk to to see if she could figure things out. But that turned out to be a bad plan because any time she saw someone all she found herself thinking about was how to kill them. So instead of trying to talk to people with thoughts like the throat is open and a simple sweep to take them down and then an elbow to the temple running through her head, she'd gone into hiding.

When she woke up this morning, remembering, she'd decided to head back to the dorms to get some food and a shower. Now she was sitting on her bed, legs folded, trying to come to grips with something she didn't want to believe: that deep down she was a killer. After all, when she'd forgotten everything else, she hadn't forgotten how to kill people.

[ooc: Establishy and stuff, but also open!]

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

There was a mumbling sound of someone walking, almost pacing, down the hall. The audible parts were: "I'm gonna fail!" in various tones and phrases, followed by a clear "And now I went too far!"

Jack was having A Morning.

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That sounded like a very... odd sort of conversation. And Cassandra needed a distraction, so she unfolded herself from her bed and walked to the door, poking her head out curiously.

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She would see a Jack stomping frustratedly back down the hall to his own room and catching a glimpse of Cassandra.

And stopping.

"Um. Hi."

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She lifted one hand slowly, "Hi..."

Her brain still flashed through five or six ways to kill him before he could scream, but she shook it off.

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"I'm Jack. It may seem stupid, but I'm Jack. And I remember that now." His kinda-pissed expression changed to a more-neutral one. "And you are...?"

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"Cassandra?" she asked. She wasn't sure this wasn't some sort of odd game or test or something.

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He sighed and his shoulders drooped, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Did you forget who you were this weekend? Cuz I sure did."

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"I did," and she didn't want to talk about it, even if her tone was no more neutral than it usually was. That neutral-voice thing might make it hard for Jack to pick up on .

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I...didn't do anything to you, did I? Cuz, I remember everything, I think, but if I had that amber-knees and forgot who I was, I coulda forgot if I did something when I had the amber-zezia."

He looked nervous.

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She shook her head, "No. I... wasn't around much." Hiding, you know. She was really, really good at it.

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He sighed with relief. "Good. I kinda camped in my room the whole weekend. Okay. So. I'll let you get back to what you're doing, I guess." He didn't move immediately.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

She didn't move either. Just nodded and watched. Forgetting herself had brought up a lot of old habits, and rampant paranoia was one of them.

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He nodded. And started walking. "You know where I am, if you need something," he said, kinda lamely, headdesking his door slightly before he went inside.

He really needs to work on shutting his door. Or not being such a dork.

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Cassandra watches until he's out of sight and then slowly moves back to her bed.

She really needs to work on her conversational skills. Or not being such a paranoid nutcase.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Sometime later Jamie was wandering the hallway when he went by Cass's room of which he stuck his head in and waved.

"Hi! Survive the latest 'bout of Fandom weirdness?"

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She looked up suddenly having to suppress absorbs strikes, break his neck before nodding. "I did. And... I didn't kill anyone either." Her voice and body language conveyed a mix of pride and shame.

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"And anywhere else? That would be the start of an awkward conversation," Jamie said raising an eyebrow. "Here at fandom we just call that going to class."

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"Did you... forget too?" It was odd, but for some reason (probably having to do with secrets shared), Cassandra considered Jamie the best person to share her experiences of the weekend with.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Woke up in the radio station thinking I was a DJ," Jamie replied. "Best sleep I've gotten in weeks. What happened to you?"

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"I... forgot... too much. My training started to come back, strong. I went and hid so that I wouldn't have to see people and be thinking about the best way to kill them all the time."

She paused, frowning. "I'm still doing it. Right now. It's not... fun."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie nodded his head slowly and thoughtfully. "Is there anything I can do help? Movie? Junk food? Puppet show?"

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She almost asks for a sparring match, but given her mental state, that was probably a bad idea.

"Um... I just need to I don't know... get some of the violence out."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Have you tried punching the heck out of the body bag down at the gym?" Jamie asked. "Or we could spar."

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"Sparring... might not be a good idea," Cassandra frowned. "Too much instinct. Old instinct. Don't want to hurt you." The gym, however, sounded like a pretty good plan.

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"That bad?" Jamie said looking concerned.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

After a moment of silence she spoke again, "Every time I look at you I think of a new way to kill you." And no, she wasn't happy about that.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Again a conversation topic that would bother a normal person," Jamie joked. "And yet somehow comforting here in fandom. I think a trip to the gym is in order. Need company?"

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"I... maybe not this time. Next time?" She offered.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"No problem," Jamie said. "And... I don't know. Try something different if the bag doesn't help. Watch a reality talk show or something."

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She quirked an eyebrow at him and shook her head, moving toward the door. Then she stopped suddenly and looked Jamie in the eye, "Thanks, Jamie."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Not a problem, Cass," Jamie said with a grin. "Give me a call if it gets any worse. I'll let you kill a duplicate for fun."

He was joking. Really.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

A hungry look flashed through her eyes, but she shook it off quickly and took a deep breath.

"I'll keep that in mind."