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gamora ([personal profile] zielony) wrote in [community profile] pineslog 2017-06-01 03:14 pm (UTC)

( despite the twists and turns it takes for her to get there, somehow, she manages to reach her home. or so she believes it to be her home. her skull pounds all the more when she tries to think about it and sick of stopping to touch her head, reminding herself that despite the pain, the memories have to be in there somewhere; gamora's just wandering up the walkway toward her place. her place and someone else's. no, two other persons? her ears start to ring again. she slows, closing her eyes tightly for a minute. there's a sudden influx of worry for persons she feels like she should know and not know all at once.

but then there's a voice and it knocks her back into reality ( supposing this is reality, that is ) long enough that she turns to see who it came from. neighbor? arching a brow, she heads toward him. maybe he can give her some insight, after all, this isn't the first time someone's ( apparently ) recognized her in some sense in this place. she slows as she approaches the fence, looking down at a small, growing sapling as she passes it. there's something important about that little tree, but right now she's forgotten what it is. no matter, she tells herself, it'll come back to her. )


Hello. Have we been neighbors long? ( blunt, maybe, but in dire times when one's memories are lost and hazy, it's the right course of action to take. )

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