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Doc

'If we can't remember our family members, what is the point of worrying about this?.'

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a character in “Being Blank”, as played by dabbsy2

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"The chocolate better not melt!"




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Name:
Alfie Burwell, but everyone uses "Doc"

Nicknames:
Doc

Age:
17

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Sexuality:
Bi-sexual




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Appearance:
Doc is rather short, standing at 5'9 and a little chubby, making him look younger than he is. His skin is pale with slightly olive undertones and clear of pimples, however, His cheeks do have splatters of light brown freckles. Doc has a very square and hard set jaw, that some will confuse as a chubby face. His eyes are a deep crystal blue colour and his hair is naturally a mixture of cocoa and strawberry blonde. He normally styles his hair in a little semi quiff sort of thing, that will often droop over his eyes when not gelled back enough. He likes to keep his face shaven and without stubble.

Habits:
Doc does like to have the occasional beer, but when he does he always seems to choose the type brand. He also has a habit of washing his hands compulsively after touching something dirty or poisonous. (The others think maybe this has something to do with him being found in the nurses office, maybe?)

Talents:
Doc does have a rather peculiar talent of reading peoples eyes, finding it easy to discover what people are really thinking. Some might find this a touch creepy, and try to avoid his gaze at the worst of times. And coincidental as it may sound, it turns out he has a nack for first aid as well.







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Flaws and Weaknesses:
Doc is appalling at common sense, he will often ask massive questions before he has even thought about what he is being asked. For example, if some one was to ask a question about maths, he would undoubtedly go into a state of complete confusion, resulting in him asking a question like, "What does addition mean- oh wait, I remember now..."

Fears:
Doc fears, most of all, loneliness. Finding himself in any situation without a friend really scares him.

Secrets:
He has actually kept his sexuality a secret for a long time. But with practically everyone gone, he thinks there is not point in keeping it a secret any more.

Likes:
Toast, food, vintage fashion, video games, classical music and he loves chocolate

Dislikes:
Pop music, pretentious people, being alone, maths, vegetables

Personality:
Doc is for the one thing, very sweet and shy. He is always there for a friend and enjoys making people smile. He is rather shy and introverted around new people, so this is going to be a tough time for him, but once he gets used to the others he'll become his usual self. Doc can be slightly cocky sometimes, especially when he wins a bet or is right, which isn't really that often as he isn't very intelligent and lacks common sense. He is very sweet in a sense that he will always compliment people, most of the time he lets others go before him and he will always open doors for other people. Before the incident Doc would collect money for the town hall charity.
Even though he can be very kind and caring, there is a flirtatious side to him as well.





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History:
Doc (Alfie Burwell) Was born to Elizabeth Grace and Elliot Kern at a hospital just outside of Oregon. He has lived in Eugene, Oregon his whole life and has never thought to leave the place, he had everything he wanted. A beautiful girlfriend, amazing friends and caring parents. He wasn't always so happy though. Around the age of 11 his parents announced they were going to have another child, he was really excited. But a month before the baby was due Elizabeth was rushed to hospital, the baby was still born. Until he was 16 his whole life was a blur, he seemed to go into a slightly depressed stage, his parents were thinking about getting him a therapist, but he wouldn't let them. Another year passed and he met his bestfriend, and from then on things had been going up hill.

So begins...

Doc's Story

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Doc's eyes sprang open, a blur of yellow artificial light burned them. Screw that, his whole body was burning. His eyes returned to normal as he looked around at his surroundings. He was on the floor for one thing, (With half his face squashed against the lino) a hospital bed was perched in the corner of the small room and a tin box was lying on the floor. "What the actual shit happened." He clutched his head and stood up, brushing his trousers off. He searched his brain with confusion. No memory. No memory of anything, nothing at all. blank.

Doc flung open the blinds and pushed his sore, red face against the dusty window, all while wishing that some recollection of what had happened or who the hell he was would come back. From the window that desperately needed washing, all he could see was a car park and a sign. "EUGENE SCHOOL, FOOTBALL TRY OUTS SOON."
So that was decided, he was in a school. But was it his school? Did he go here? He searched his brain. Again, nothing.
He sighed in frustration and rubbed his cheek. He glanced over at the door, half expecting an alien to come bursting in. But nothing did come in. It was like he was the only person in the world. So, without hesitation, he opened the door and strode out, feeling a sense of relief that he was out of the stuffy room.

The door led to an office of some sort, but he didn't care, he hurriedly opened the next door and walked through. It led to a hallway, filled with tall metal lockers. He walked along the hall cautiously, stroking his hands against the cool metal of the grey lockers while humming a tune.
He stopped and grinned, he remembered something at least! So while he continued to explore the school's many classrooms he clung onto that tune, and kept repeating it, as though it would disappear if he wasn't thinking about it all the time.

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Rain. That's all that Hazel could think about as she laid on the soaked and muddy ground. Nothing could be more uncomfortable than laying on the muddy ground with rain pounding down hard on your face. She moved up quickly and ran to the nearest building, soaked to the bone as she entered. She heard very few voices, mostly only the humming of the electricity running through the building. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a golden lighter, and flipped it open by habit. It was in good shape and she had to have cared about it. She then looked in her other pocket, trying to find something else. She did. She found a pack of cigarettes and opened it to find that only one was dry. She threw the pack across the hallway, the wet cigarettes flying everywhere as the pack did. She put the cigarette in her mouth and lit the end. It felt good almost like she was meant to do it. She strolled down the hallway, kicking the lockers every few times when she passed by. It was lonely, being found alone. She laughed at herself then walked into a nearby classroom, running into another person, making them collide to the ground. He is rather short and slightly chubby but she just looked at him. She couldn't have looked any better than he did because at least he was dry. She sighed and held out her hand. "Well, why the hell don't you grab it?" She asked as he just stared at her. Then he grabbed it. She was harsh but it felt really really comfortable. She sighed and pulled him up then turned around. "What's your name?" She questioned, turning around and walking out into the hallway, looking up and down the hallway. Well, looks like I'm not alone.

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Doc halted suddenly, his face rammed against another persons, he took two giant steps back, his heart beating rapidly. A girl was standing in front of him, smoking.
"Who are you..." He muttered uncertainly, stepping away a little. Before he could run away from the awful stench of cigarettes, the girl grabbed his hand and tugged him out the door, "What's your name?" She demanded, maybe not realising her harsh tone.
Doc thought carefully... he didn't know his name, in fact, it had been irritating him the most out of all of this.
In a flash he said, "Doc. Because I woke up in the nurses office," He sighed heavily, "I don't know my real name."
Doc smiled weakly, "What's your name..." He assumed she had come up with some crazy nickname as well.

The girl was puffing thick, grey air into his face, it was annoying him immensely. He put his hand over his nose.
She had short, dark reddish hair and her skin was extremely pale, She was rather thin with excellent skin. Doc wouldn't say she was pretty exactly, but she wasn't bad-looking either, somewhere in the middle. He scratched his head, glancing up and down the dead silent hallway, willing for someone to chuck a bucket of water on the girls cigarette.

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She smashed the cigarette onto the wall, letting out a small sigh then puffing out a large cloud of smoke into the air. Name... name...? She laughed lightly to herself. "What is my name? Isn't that the golden question? Smokes? Cigarette? Let's go with Lighter, shall we?" She pulled out the golden lighter that she held and lit it up. "Isn't it beautiful? So delicate yet it can destroy the strongest of people..." She muttered then looked at him. "How did you get here? Is anyone else here?" She was pondering the reason she was here when she plopped down on the ground, and examined the lighter she was holding. Something was carved in but it was too light to see. Eric.... something... but she couldn't make it out. So are you blank as well?

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"That's an interesting name," he coughed slightly, "Very...you..." He gestured awkwardly to her cigarette, eyes watering. He thought for a moment. This girl could be an alien... she could be trying to steal my memory, But my memory has gone already..I'm blank. He rubbed his cheek and smirked slightly. The smirk -a tiny smirk at that- almost seemed directed at him, as if he was laughing at himself. They were so vulnerable, and had no memory. And here they were, talking in the middle of a deserted hallway, as time ticked by. (The time, however, didn't tick on the large clock hung precariously at the end of the hallway. It was apparently 1:58, and had been for a while.)

'Lighter' sat down against the wall, smoking and staring in concentration at her lighter,
"So are you blank as well?" She asked."Yes," He replied almost immediately, "Have you got any idea what happened?"
He was eager to find out as much as possible. Maybe there were others in the school? Maybe they were the only two? He groaned, his brain hurting.

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"Do you think if I knew where we were or what was happening, that I would still be here? You need to screw your head on straight." She stood, looking at the lighter then stuffing it in her pocket. She sighed. This was the worst day ever. She didn't remember anything and had no more cigarettes left. Could the day get any worse? She walked down the hallway when she wasn't watching where she was going and they had apparently made it to the school entrance, where she again ran into a male. "Dammit. Why do I keep running into things?" She was so frustrated but then she turned to the other two males. "Who are you? Names?"

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Doc watched as Lighter walked off, he hoped he wouldn't see her again. On the other hand, she could be the only other one in the world. His stomach gave a slight groan, he was hungry. He collected his thoughts and started walking back the way he came - along the hallway-. He was going to go to the cafeteria. The boy was curious as to what it would look like, seeing as before whatever the incident was, he would've eaten lunch in there every day.

Doc found the cafeteria and stepped inside, instantly greeted with the sight of four other people.
Oh crap! He thought, very alarmed, at least none of them were smoking.
There was three girls and a boy, all looking confused, like him, and looking for food, like him.
"Uh...Hello..." He coughed, feeling a touch shy.

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Charlotte heard voices coming from what she guessed might be the kitchen and slowly (and admittedly a little fearfully) turned her head to look a few moments before a girl loudly asked, "Hello?" Splat jumped at the sound of her voice before smiling sheepishly and raising a paint covered hand to wave shyly at her and the boy next to her wearing a jersey.

"Hi," Splat greeted as loudly as her shyness would allow. It came out a little above normal speaking range, but luckily the empty cafeteria carried her voice to them as if it were louder. She eyed the pair curiously, wondering if they also had no recollection of why they were here. When she was about to ask, a boy entered the cafeteria behind her from the front door. "Uh...Hello...." He managed to cough out shyly. Charlotte turned her head to smiling warmly at him; knowing how shy she is around others and thinking he might be the same way.

"I'm Splat and that's Lemon. We sort of...named ourselves since we can't remember our actual names." Splat introduced to the three strangers, warming up a bit but still feeling a touch timid in their presence.




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Rose turned to the voices as well, almost certain this time the voices would be from her head (she still wasn't uncertain that all of this wasn't just some crazy dream or some such other, normal, thing). Splat waved towards the questioning voice, so Rose mimed her and waved as well as she leaned against the cool plastic of one of the chairs.

"Hello," Rose said, only a few seconds after Splat. Rose's eyes darted over the others, looked at their clothing. The first, a girl, seemed to be a bit too... loudly dressed for Rose's liking. Still, she seemed to know what she was doing more than the rest of them did, in any case. The other one, a male, was a jock. That much was very certain. Rose was a bit off put by just how much space he took up- he seemed to emanate around the room, scary and self-assured. Rose almost wanted to whimper, but she fought with herself and settled for just sinking back a bit, letting Splat do the talking. Probably for the best.

Spat introduced herself, and she also introduced Rose (well, as best as she could, with both of them not knowing their real names. Lemon had a ring to it that was starting to grow on Rose, however, and she liked it more and more with each passing second. It gave her an identity- it felt solid. Rose smiled at this, because currently she didn't have very many 'solid' things.)

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Quinn was relieved the people were friendly as well. That crossed out her possible apocalypse theory. The girls seemed just as confused as she did. She waved back at the girl that did to her as she walked closer.
"Hi," the girl with the flowing dress said. Something told Mouse she wasn't a giant socialite.
"Hello," the blonde girl said after. Before she could begin talking, or asking questions in hopes they may have the answers, another voice came in from behind them. She turned quickly.
"Uh...Hello..." a male voice said. She could only make out some things about the guy. She got the brown hair and body shape of the guy, but that was about it.
"Oh hey" she greeted him, looking back over to the girls.
"I'm Splat and that's Lemon. We sort of...named ourselves since we can't remember our actual names." the girl that had named herself Splat introduced. That was clever. Quinn guessed they would need to have some sort of names, or else talking would be strange.
"Nice to meet your acquaintance Splat and Mouse...and other guy. Call me...Mouse. This is Captain" she smiled, pointing to Captain.
"No food here, that's lovely. I'm going to put this out on the table now. It seems I can remember anything, and neither can you. Either we're all on some really hardcore drugs, or something happened that we can't remember. Frankly at the moment I don't care what happened, because I have the munchies. Are there any others you've seen?" Mouse spoke quickly, asking a question at the end. She felt at ease talking to others yet at the same time she felt she would rather be alone. That was far from true however, she would get bored and lonely.
"Maybe it would be a good idea to find our way out of this school. Let me be the first to say that if this is where we all went to high school, the colors are extremely tacky" Mouse grinned, stretching her legs slightly. She adjusted the rings on her finger and fixed the black beanie on her head. The CD in her hands was clutched tightly. Her past was important, and this was one of her only clues of who she was.



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Splat nodded in understanding as Mouse introduced herself and Captain and chuckled when he stated who he was and why. She glanced in interest at the cd Mouse had, not coming to any recollection on the artist or the album artwork; it must not have been something that she spent much time listening to before all of this happened.

"I woke up alone and found Lemon...you three are the first others I've seen." Charlotte said in response to Mouse's question after her introductions. She seemed nice, and very outgoing and forward, but in a friendly, get to business sort of way. She seemed to be a lot less shaken up about the situation than Charlotte was, but then again Charlotte got the sense that she didn't handle things well, new or old. Even now after introductions had been mad, she felt wildly uncomfortable with so many people around her looking to her and each other. She wanted a place to hide, but fought this urge because with the recent loss of memory, being alone wasn't going to help her or the others figure out what happened or why they couldn't remember it, or anything else.

Splat giggled at the banter about colors and nodded in agreement; they weren't exactly tasteful. She stood and stretched, ready to find a way out if the others agreed to it. She had a very strong feeling that she was more of a follower than a leader.




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After listening to introductions and the ideas of others, Mouse nodded. The dimness of the school was unsettling, and it made her want to leave the place. Despite her want to flee - people may be left in the building, and she had no recollection of the outside world at the moment. The other guy that had joined the group was being terribly quiet, she found it a bit unsettling. Everyone she had met were as confused as she was - she liked that. It sounded terrible in her head that she was happy that other people were feeling the same amount of confusion as she - but it was what was binding the people together.
"Sounds like a good plan Lemony Lemon" she said to the blonde with a small grin before kicking an empty water bottle on the cafeteria floor with her aqua colored vans.

She began walking back towards the cafeteria doors they once entered. As glad as she was to find people, she couldn't help but feel rather...crowded. Something about being alone seemed very appealing. It was hard not knowing anything about yourself - why certain behaviors were evident, why you did certain things. Those girls seemed to have the same issue. She could tell Captain was a Casanova - it was blatantly obvious. In fact - that is what she made his nickname.

Quinn walked through the locker filled halls with quiet steps. Her eyes averted to the ceilings of the school. Some lights flickered dimly. It was eerie. The place was in obvious need of a good electrician.
"Do any of you know what time it is?" she called behind her to whoever may be listening. The clocks were still stuck at the same damn time.

Walking she fell to the ground suddenly when her body collided with a different one. Awkwardly she fell on top of whoever the person was with a small squeek.
"Oh shi-I'm sorry" she quickly apologized, getting herself off of the poor boy. The boy had a book in his hand and had brown hair with blue eyes.
"I found more people" she called out to the others she had met earlier. Brushing herself off she offered a hand to the guy she tumbled over.
"The floors, terribly slippery" she joked lamely, flashing a small smile. A girl to the side seemed to snort.
"Or you're just a giant fool, tripping over themselves" she mumbled. Mouse could smell the faint scent of smoke on her. She wrinkled her nose slightly in disgust. There was another guy nearby as well. Doing a mental body count there were 4 guys and 4 girls. Coincidentally even.



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Finn, as the Blue-Eyed Boy had newly dubbed himself, turned to look at Oliver as Lighter stomped away in search of food. The taller boy could see it in Finn's eyes that he was making a decision, and, with a resigned shrug, he seemed to have came to his conclusion. Finn hurried away after Lighter, leaving Oliver standing be himself in is sopping wet clothes and the light of the flickering florescents. Then, in thoughts churned out of sheer panic, Oliver came to a conclusion of his own. That conclusion being, despite the fact that the pair of odd strangers frightened him dearly, he really didn't want to be alone right now. Alone meant solitary confusion and unanswerable questions.

Oliver didn't have to run to catch up to the fleeting figures, a few long-legged strides at a moderate pace brought him just a few steps behind the pair. He kept himself at a reasonable distance back, finding it hard to kept proper pace with his shorter companions without feeling like he was walking in slow motion. Oliver had been lost in thought, finding himself staring at the backs of Finn and Lighter with interest, when suddenly Finn was knocked to the floor. The sound of two bodies smacking against the linoleum made him jump out of his skin, taking a half-step back and tensing his muscles, ready to bolt.

However, Oliver hesitated his flee. The person who smacked into Finn, a dark haired girl whom was now getting back to her feet, muttering apologies and offering her hand to Finn in assistance, didn't look like the threatening type at all. Lighter was by far more intimidating, by any stretch of the imagination. This girl, however, just looked normal (Dressed a bit strange, but normal. Then again, Oliver was no expert of that kind of thing), for all Oliver was concerned. As she helped Finn back to his feet, she called over her shoulder into the hall behind her, "I found more people!"

That was when more figures came into view and the panic in Oliver's chest spiked again.

Aside from the girl who had toppled Finn, Oliver counted that there were two more girls and two guys trailing behind. Oh god... Oliver cursed himself mentally for not hanging back at the entrance now. This was a lot of people. Too many people, actually. As they all started to clot together in the middle of the empty hall, Oliver found himself edging toward the lockers that lined the walls, hovering off to the side hesitantly. One the guys, an average sized boy wearing an outrageously colored jersey, was already trying to pick fights with sharp-tongued Lighter. The tension between the two as they exchanged glares could be cut with a knife, but quickly dissipated as the jersey-clad boy turned to the dark haired girl to ask if she was alright.

Standing a few steps away from them, a blonde girl began to try to mediate the situation, "Don't fight, please. It won't get us anywhere and honestly, in a group this small, do you really want enemies? If you went half and half friends vs enemies you'd only have 4 friends!" After a moment, she smiled, turning to Finn, Lighter, and Oliver, and waved, "I'm Lemon."

Mustering up some courage he had on very short supply, Oliver decided that being a wallflower was going to get him nowhere fast. Out of all the new people, he found the blonde girl, Lemon, to be the most welcoming and probably the easiest to approach. Picking his way slowly and carefully around the edge of the crowd, Oliver offered Lemon his hand, only slightly shaky, talking just above a whisper, "Nice to... Nice to meet you, Lemon." Oliver had his eyes trained on his shoes, and had no intention of raising them, "I'm... Well... I'm calling myself... I'm Trees." He managed to finished lamely.

God, he must have been a blast at parties before all of this.

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Splat blindly followed Lemon out of the cafeteria, but kept shyly at a safe distance behind. She felt more comfortable this way; blending in, following someone else obediently...it seemed like she had done this a lot in her life so far. She glanced curiously ahead once they reached where Mouse was and saw that she and an unfamiliar boy were on the floor. She smiled in slight curiosity as they regained their bearings before looking to the new additions to the strangers in the building; a seriously intimidating looking girl with fiery red hair, a guy with a tree tattoo, and another guy that Splat stared at longer than she should've. Charlotte's cheeks flushed when she realized this and turned to look instead at the other members of the group.

She watched as a few introductions were made and stood politely and quietly at where she was, not having enough confidence to speak up and say who she had dubbed herself as. Charlotte was perfectly fine staying as invisible and out of the spotlight as possible, and fidgeted shyly with the bottom of her cardigan while the others went back and forth with each other. She glanced up every so often to follow the conversation and show interest, but the ever-growing group made her feel more uncomfortable with each additional member, seeing as she didn't know any of them. This made her uneasy of her surroundings and the fact that the clocks were all frozen certainly didn't help either.




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Finn glanced over his shoulder at Trees, glad that the tall fellow had ended up coming with them. Finn wasn't quite sure how long he would be able to handle Lighters blunt and snarky remarks by himself. He gave the wet teen behind him an appreciate smile before turning back around. As they walked through the cold deserted hallways of the school, Finn noticed how the few clocks they came in contact with, weren't working. How weird.... Had time actually stopped or just the clocks? Had they been placed in some warp black hole or something? Everything about who they were, had been erased. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? A blessing or a curse?

Finn clutched his head as a headache began to resurface, thinking about anything before waking up in the library made his brain scream. Finn tried to shake the pain away as he shut his eyes beginning to concentrate on the things he knew for a fact. Concentrating so hard that he was completely unaware of the person in front of him. Well before he was on the ground.

Finn stared up into green eyes. "Oh shi-I'm sorry." The girl on top of him immediately stood up, glancing behind her as she spoke. "I found more people." Her eyes returned to his. "The floors, terribly slippery." She gave him a smile and extended her hand. Finn gave a short nod, "I knew it couldn't have just been my charm that made you fall into my arms." The blue eyed boy laughed awkwardly, returning the lame attempt at a joke and rubbing one of his arms that had been crushed between their bodies while he had tried to continue to hold his book.

"Or you're just a giant fool, tripping over themselves." Finn glanced over at Lighter who stood off to the side, he groaned inwardly feeling the need to apologize for her words as a male came stomping out of some door. It seemed like Lighter and the guy in the football jersey would definitely bump heads the way he stood up to her.

"You alright, love?" The dark haired male asked the girl, his caring tone and worried eyes, making Finn think the two were an item. "You okay?" The boy asked now addressing Finn, only getting a small nod in response.

Finn stared at the two out stretched hands. One from the girl who he had run into and one from the football player. Quickly tucking his book under his armpit he took both, hoisting himself up.

"Thanks." He nodded looking around, while on the ground he had missed quite a lot. A girl with golden blonde hair, named Lemon, Finn thought he caught while on the ground, stood by Trees introducing themselves.

It seemed like a lot of people now occupied the hallway, Finn noticed as his eyes passed over a girl with dark brown hair standing near the back. His eyes immediately returned to her, and he couldn't stop himself from staring. She was absolutely beautiful, her hazel eyes were shyly fixated on the ground and every so often, she would glance back up, but Finn could never seem to catch her gaze. Though he had no idea what he would do if he did catch it. Probably make an absolute fool of himself.

Finn turned back to the girl he had run into regrettably tearing his gaze from the shy girl in the corner.

"You wouldn't happen to know your names would you?" Finn asked doubtfully remembering that the blonde headed girl had called herself Lemon.

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"Okay slow down Casanova, I'm not your love" she laughed slightly before awkwardly waving to the the group of people they had met. She looked as the people introduced themselves, the girl that had called her a fool spoke up as well.
"Lighter" she said with a sigh, making Mouse raise her brow. She patted herself off and smiled at boy she fell on.
[color=#4A2C46]"It could have been the charm. You defiantly radiate girl magnet"
she humored, patting Captain on the shoulder.
"Chill out, I have the strangest feeling I've been called worse than a fool" she said, her eyes darting to give Lighter a annoyed glare. To the man that named himself Trees she questioned how he got his name. Tree humping possibly. She shook the thought. At least her personality remained in tact despite her lost memories.

Mouse smiled over at Lemon about the name comment. With the realization none of these people probably had their memories either - or knew there names, Mouse was a bit more reassured.
"I swear if my name is Agnes or Eleanor, I'm going to jump off the roof of the school" Mouse sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. The Nirvana logo was now covered, but she still had the Modest Mouse C.D. Faintly she heard the sound of rainfall echoing throughout the hallways. Was it raining? It would explained why one of them seemed a bit...wet.

She ran fingers through her dark hair and desperately wished for answers. She didn't feel like a religious person but they all needed a prayer at this point. A needing of being alone crept into Quinn. People felt like a drain on her, though she was the jokester witty tongued girl, she felt as if that wasn't the whole of her being. Parts of her felt dark and missing. It was a strange feeling to say the least. Not knowing who you are, where your from, your mom or dads name, what kind of life is that.

"I'm guessing there are no more people around, and that outside it's pouring" she thought aloud, looking over each of the people critically. Trees was a shy one, it was plain as day. The boy she bumped into seemed to be witty tongued like herself, but she got the vibe that he much rather be alone somewhere. Lighter - well she was just her. A spitfire. Splat looked to be the artsy creative shy type from what she judged so far, and Lemon looked to be a bit of a moral compass.




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Charlotte "Splat" Montgomery




Charlotte listened intently as the gorgeous new stranger asked who everyone was, turning towards Lemon. She sighed a small sigh of relief and hugged herself more tightly, wondering about the strange sound resounding above them.

"I swear if my name is Agnes or Eleanor, I'm going to jump off the roof of the school," Mouse had sighed as she crossed her arms across her chest. Splat smiled in agreement, noticing the CD in her hands and the probable reason for the girl's name. She watched as the girl ran her fingers through her hair and looked around in thought, as if trying to figure everything out. Each member in the group had their own ways of trying to decipher what had happened to all of them, and it was interesting to Charlotte to see how each of them showed and voiced their process. Watching people was captivating to her, it was interacting with them that she seemed to have the biggest struggle with.

"I'm guessing there are no more people around, and that outside it's pouring," Mouse went on aloud before looking at each and every member of the group. When her eyes went to Splat, she met her gaze shyly, glad there were more leader-type members in the group than she.

"This is probably really stupid to suggest, but should we go look? Outside, I mean. There might be other places with food or better shelter..." Charlotte rambled and then trailed off. Her voice had started strong and clear but by the end of her sentence was barely above a whisper. Wow, she was terrible at this.