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November 2nd, 2020 There was so many people. She knew her eyes were darting everywhere just out of fear, so many people meant she was more hidden but it also meant more danger. She couldn't say which this situation was but she figured 50/50 was a decent ratio. Specially since in Europe it always seemed more 70/30 in favor of her pursuers. She wandered the docks in something of a haze having left Calder behind. She didn't want to risk his life again and besides, this was her job to figure herself out not his. At least there was some hope, she had recognized the skyline of New York after all so maybe there was something here. So far she was batting zero as she walked around the harbor. The voices sounded more familiar than in Europe at least but she wasn't seeing anything that might trigger a bigger memory. There had to be something though she wasn't born a handful of months ago here. She had a few scattered things that had to be real....right? They had to be real. With her skull already hurting from mattered she marched on, a strange woman in clothes to large staring around her like she was a tourist of some kind. More than a few people eyed her but no one bothered her for now. Lost souls wandered through the harbor on an almost daily basis after all. What was one more?
7/6/2020 Somewhere in Ireland She stared at herself in the glass. Most people when they looked into the glass did it for vanity reasons or to look into the store to see something. She did it to remember...or try to. She had been trying to put a name to the face she saw there looking back at her and couldn't. She had to be someone. She couldn't have just spawned forth days ago here...er was it days? How did she even know that? Ugh it was maddening and hurt her to even try puzzling things out. Her head wanted to split open just from trying and her eyes immediately started to dart to and fro like a crack head looking for a score. She looked the part to, her clothes were stolen from racks, sizes ignored. She didn't look like she had bathed in days, possibly weeks. She was thinner than she probably should have and her face was sunken and her eyes had bruising from a long time without sleep. She thought her hair was brown. It always seemed dirty though so it was hard to tell. The eyes always caught her though. They were a pretty dark green...though, sometimes if she struggled against the pain in her skull she thought she remembered green eyes but they weren't hers. They were a different kind of green and sometimes they were hazel... Ugh...that hurt...she was better off not remembering. She saw a man in a suit walking briskly and felt her spine tighten. She watched him in the glass, hands bunching into fists when he looked her direction. His lip curled but he moved on with his nose up as if she was disgusting. She wasn't safe here. Something told her that. She couldn't have stated how or why she knew that but she wasn't safe here. They would hunt her down and she'd be taken away again. Like...she had been? Doing her best to ignore the splitting headache in her skull she turned away from the glass and moved along, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt she had on over her head against the slight cold of Ireland. She hadn't started here, she had started somewhere else with more mountains. She remembered fearing that her bare feet would turn blue before she found a town and stole some boots that had been left outside covered in mud. They still didn't fit on her feet and she had no socks but it was better than nothing. She needed to get out of here though. She couldn't think of why but she needed to leave. She needed...a boat? She couldn't remember if she ever crossed the sea before but it sounded better than staying where she was. Where she was made her afraid, and going across the sea made her want to sigh in relief. So she would go across... Uh...if she could find a boat. She wandered the harbor, looking here and there. The smell of gas and engines calming even if the smell of it mixed with the sea and salt was strange. Laborers and dock workers ran about to their duties as she walked among them trying to think of how to convince someone to let her on the ship. She wasn't going to be able to sneak on likely and couldn't stay hidden for so long a trip. With little recourse she started asking, going from ship to ship to talk to people about perhaps working her way across. She didn't like the sight she probably displayed but she had little choice in the matter. The monsters were coming, and she needed to get out of here before they arrived or they would turn her into one of them.