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fandomhighdorms2014-09-06 05:06 pm
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6th floor ball pit: saturday evening
The lack of memories and knowledge of who he was had bothered Nathan at first. He didn't even have identification that he could read to figure out who he was so he was completely and entirely clueless. The scars on his body told him nothing but that he apparently was accident prone.
Nathan had realized fairly quickly that he couldn't read anything to help him figure out why he was a complete blank slate of memories so he'd just gone out exploring and nearly fallen right into the ball pit on accident. Neither this Nathan or the Nathan with memories had ever seen something like this and after looking around to make sure no one was near, he'd dove in and come up, laughing.
It felt like swimming but not. Even the slight feeling of nausea and the buzzing in his head could be ignored when he was playing around in a pit of balls. Nathan kept wading through, diving under and then resting on his back like he was floating in some water.
He grinned which was a weird sight on typical Nathan's face but this Nathan didn't care. He could show off his eyes and his scarred skin and not worry about judgment because he didn't know he had to be judged.
He was just going to play in the ball pit. Maybe for another hour (or longer). Another hour in the ball pit, anyone?
[Open! Couldn't resist]
Nathan had realized fairly quickly that he couldn't read anything to help him figure out why he was a complete blank slate of memories so he'd just gone out exploring and nearly fallen right into the ball pit on accident. Neither this Nathan or the Nathan with memories had ever seen something like this and after looking around to make sure no one was near, he'd dove in and come up, laughing.
It felt like swimming but not. Even the slight feeling of nausea and the buzzing in his head could be ignored when he was playing around in a pit of balls. Nathan kept wading through, diving under and then resting on his back like he was floating in some water.
He grinned which was a weird sight on typical Nathan's face but this Nathan didn't care. He could show off his eyes and his scarred skin and not worry about judgment because he didn't know he had to be judged.
He was just going to play in the ball pit. Maybe for another hour (or longer). Another hour in the ball pit, anyone?
[Open! Couldn't resist]

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"What are you doing?" she asked finally.
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He didn't know his name, his birthday, where he was or what he was doing there but stressing over that just gave him a headache so he'd chosen not to stress.
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She watched for a moment more, than drifted in a little closer. "It's fun?"
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Did she dare go in? Well, why not. She didn't think she was particularly the shy retiring type - at least she didn't think she was. She wasn't scared, just cautious, but if he said it was safe...
She climbed in and let herself sink and float in the balls, grinning up at him after a moment. "This IS fun!"
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"Yeah, I don't know who I am or why I'm here but I think I'd like to stay if this place has something like this in it's hotel."
That's what the building felt like to him, a hotel, what with all the rooms.
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Some things seemed to just leak through apparently, actual memories or not.
"It was so fancy. All of this is. I don't remember ever seeing things so fancy." She leaned towards him and lowered her voice. "And there's all the hot water you want!"
Someone might have spent a lot of time playing with the showers.
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"Do you remember anything?"
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He smiled briefly. "Thanks. I don't know if I've thought of anything good for me just yet."
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[Sorry about that. I crashed out with a headache.]
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She floated around in the balls for a while. "Do you think we'll ever remember anything?"
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Since he didn't think seeing a doctor or anything would help. How did a doctor put memories back?
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She would have liked to stay, but some instinct was pushing her to keep exploring.
[So sorry, life went boom!]
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