Azrael Joss Helbark
Joss couldn't understand snow, why it fell or why it even bothered to go anywhere with itself. It just seemed to fall, casually or fast, towards the ground where he would step on it. Not much of a future, no sense of direction except down. His combat boots crunched that helpless snow as he walked down the road, not really sure where he was going anymore. The whole city looked dismal in white and grey, with nothing brightening up its day. He stopped and looked up, readjusting the strap that carried his gym bag, since he had been working out for about 5 hours just that day. He watched as one landed on his nose, and he did nothing as it slowly melted without him even looking at it. Each snowflake was different, but unrecognizable in the horde of snow on the ground, useless and completely without any sense of future.
But that was how Joss felt at the moment.
Sure, the guy probably didn't have much of a heading in life to start with, having an apparent case of serious amnesia after waking up in a run down apartment. This guy, weird looking thing named Robbie, was slapping his face awake until Joss awoke suddenly and nearly smacked the guy in the face. He was going on about how he was going to be late for work, that his gym pass was left in his car, and the guy kept rambling on and on and on. Joss didn't respond at first, until the guy was finished, to which Joss bluntly stated to the man: "I don't know what the hell your talking about." After about an hour or so of Robbie laughing at him, reasoning with him, and all that crap he finally agreed to take him to the hospital. Actually, agreed isn't the proper word. More like caved and told him they should, since it wasn't even Joss' idea in the first place. He just wanted to be left alone with a damn cig.
After going to the hospital, and being diagnosed with some form of serious amnesia, the guy Robbie went from being a totally normal roommate to a freaking parent, acting like Joss didn't know a damn thing to do. That pissed Azrael Joss off big time. He effing hated parents, even if he didn't know why. At least Robbie wasn't completely useless, and helped him to where he supposedly held a job, which was at a corner store. Joss had to be retrained almost everything once again, since apparently he was their best employee - that made no sense to Joss what so freaking ever. How could somebody who didn't even care about himself be the best employee of a store?!
However, after a while, he finally got into the groove of how this life of his was handled, and he quickly got up to speed with everything he 'forgot'. Joss was a little too skeptical about this whole amnesia business, and felt like he was a stranger being called by the same name. Nevertheless, he learned all the girls that were going after him, who he hung out with, where his gym pass got him into, where the good places to eat were. Some things just came naturally to him, like his cigarette addiction. The second thing that he said when he woke up was 'Now, where the hell is my lighter?' He still didn't understand much about himself, like why he hated parents, or the ocean. Or how the hell he could sit down at a piano and play The Moonlight Sonata by Bach by memory and somehow know it by name and the year it was composed. OR why he worked out so damn much and yet had a wardrobe of completely dressy outfits. He didn't know.
He let out a sigh, putting his left hand to his cigarette to pull it out of his mouth. Ever since he woke up, he always had one of those rolled pieces of paper in his mouth. He couldn't help himself, it just seemed natural. Joss started on the path that he had before, listening only to the crunching of the snow and the rest of the world as the city slept. He didn't want to listen to music, or text anybody on his phone - which he was slightly confused by, since he didnt really like it. He probably got convinced into it by some girl, if he was the same person right now as he was before. He vaguely knew where he was going, but as soon as he rounded the next corner, expecting to be on his street, the entire road looked different.
He paused on the sidewalk, confused. He was pretty sure that he should be back on that street he lived on, but he wasn't. Yet he didn't want to go back, as he chugged forward out of some instinct. Joss didn't understand why he would want to walk down a street that he shouldn't be on, until he turned into a cemetery. Now that was confusing. Why would he want to go to a place full of dead people? Depressing, boring, and completely stupid, yet his body didn't listen to his thoughts. It was as if he was drawn to the place, if there was any curiosity left in him. The snow was picking up, and he placed his left hand in front of his face to try to block out the snow from flying in his face and putting out his cig. He really didn't want to get another one out. It was right about then, however, that it wouldn't matter: He felt something catch his one foot, and before he could place his hands out in front of him he fell towards the frigid snow. Cold.
He quickly stood up, starting to brush himself off. Freakin freezing... Joss thought to himself as he wiped off his face. Now my cig was gone, the snow was melting and freezing onto my body, and all because of... Joss brushed away the snow from a small little grave. It wasn't even really a gravestone, only a little landmark saying 'Oh hey your standing on a dead guy!" He sighed, not really feeling the idea of getting himself even more wet and cold, until he finally felt the need to focus in on what it said. Azrael Joss Helbark, age 20 He paused, shook his head a little and reread it. That couldn't be right. That was his name, so said that Robbie guy
"Wait..." Must be a joke, he furrowed his brow and cursed. Somebody was playing some joke on him, yet the more he said that the more it sounded like he was just trying to convince himself. It started to make more and more sense. It would explain why he wasn't remembering, why he didn't understand everything. Joss reached out to touch it, no real concern or caution in his body language. It wasn't like anything should-
The moment his hand touched his grave, the world around him turned into shades, and everything started making sense. He was dead. Or was supposed to be. His blue grey eyes looked like they actually perked up a little, finally understanding what he hell was going on. The world was starting to tilt a little, like he was drunk or something, and he slowly fell to the ground, his senses going out of wack, feeling numb yet super charged. As Joss fell, he thought one last thing before the the night sky blurred into a grey mess was: "Damn, that's why I hate my family. Couldn't even get me a decent grave..."