The Hospital Ana just blinked when the nurse told her there was an accident. Right now she didn't feel like she had been in an accident, she felt completely fine other than the world being a little bit fuzzy and out of focus. The nurse assured her that her head was fine, but as she was leaving the hospital in the flimsy gown, her fingers traced along the walls and railings as she walked. The fuzziness seemed to give her the sense that she might end up falling if she wasn't careful.
Her steps were purposeful however, almost measured in the silly slippers, and her eyes closed every so often as she attempted to place this as something familiar or to find something in her memories about who she was. Wasn't this kind of memory loss traumatic? Wasn't there something wrong? With no nurse around to answer her questions, she just moved towards the door where she could collect her things.
Wandering about before going to her house.
The world had come into focus once Ana had slid the black framed glasses over her nose, and she was glad. It made no sense to her that something so important would be kept here at the police station, but something told her that arguing with the deputy when she didn't know who the hell she was was probably quite a large mistake. Instead she had just smiled and murmured at him before she had changed into the outfit that was provided.
The outfit was problematic for her in many ways. It was a bit like the scrubs that the nurses wore, but there was a number stitched over her breast. Had she been a felon, in jail, something? The Deputy didn't mention it, but Ana ran her fingers across the line. If it wasn't so cold she would have simply worn the jumpsuit half-down and exposing her wife beater below. However, right now she didn't have the option, so Ana just walked quickly, keeping her head down and gripping the keys to her house in her fist.
Exploring the town Now that Ana was dressed properly, even if the colors felt a bit wrong on her, she moved to explore the area around her. The house was surprisingly nice, even if it didn't feel familiar or have food in it, and that at least was something good. Of course, everything else was bothering her as she walked with purposeful steps towards the town and it's shops. Money was a question she had, because she didn't remember a job and there was no food in her house. Maybe she could get someone to give her a break being as she just woke up after having been in a coma.
Of course so had a lot of other people.
Still, she stopped in a bar among all of her other ventures into stores because she knows that there's at least one way to get something free and to get a little bit of socialization to see if anyone knows her. True to form, she's only there a few minutes before she's got a drink in her hand (whiskey, neat but not the good stuff. This burns when she drinks it and Ana's got the idea that it shouldn't burn in this way.) and she's taken a seat at the bar, watching the people around her. It's different that what she would have expected from such a small town, but in a way that she can't explain. There's a lot she can't explain and Ana drums her nails against the bar for a moment before she just looks to someone close by and asks softly, "have you been here long?"
That's not asking about the past right? The signs bother her, if she's honest, and it feels like something that she can't name. Still, Ana's not about to break the rules until she discovers whether or not she has the ability to back up her questioning with an ability to defend herself.
Ana Lewis | various locations | open
Ana just blinked when the nurse told her there was an accident. Right now she didn't feel like she had been in an accident, she felt completely fine other than the world being a little bit fuzzy and out of focus. The nurse assured her that her head was fine, but as she was leaving the hospital in the flimsy gown, her fingers traced along the walls and railings as she walked. The fuzziness seemed to give her the sense that she might end up falling if she wasn't careful.
Her steps were purposeful however, almost measured in the silly slippers, and her eyes closed every so often as she attempted to place this as something familiar or to find something in her memories about who she was. Wasn't this kind of memory loss traumatic? Wasn't there something wrong? With no nurse around to answer her questions, she just moved towards the door where she could collect her things.
Wandering about before going to her house.
The world had come into focus once Ana had slid the black framed glasses over her nose, and she was glad. It made no sense to her that something so important would be kept here at the police station, but something told her that arguing with the deputy when she didn't know who the hell she was was probably quite a large mistake. Instead she had just smiled and murmured at him before she had changed into the outfit that was provided.
The outfit was problematic for her in many ways. It was a bit like the scrubs that the nurses wore, but there was a number stitched over her breast. Had she been a felon, in jail, something? The Deputy didn't mention it, but Ana ran her fingers across the line. If it wasn't so cold she would have simply worn the jumpsuit half-down and exposing her wife beater below. However, right now she didn't have the option, so Ana just walked quickly, keeping her head down and gripping the keys to her house in her fist.
Exploring the town
Now that Ana was dressed properly, even if the colors felt a bit wrong on her, she moved to explore the area around her. The house was surprisingly nice, even if it didn't feel familiar or have food in it, and that at least was something good. Of course, everything else was bothering her as she walked with purposeful steps towards the town and it's shops. Money was a question she had, because she didn't remember a job and there was no food in her house. Maybe she could get someone to give her a break being as she just woke up after having been in a coma.
Of course so had a lot of other people.
Still, she stopped in a bar among all of her other ventures into stores because she knows that there's at least one way to get something free and to get a little bit of socialization to see if anyone knows her. True to form, she's only there a few minutes before she's got a drink in her hand (whiskey, neat but not the good stuff. This burns when she drinks it and Ana's got the idea that it shouldn't burn in this way.) and she's taken a seat at the bar, watching the people around her. It's different that what she would have expected from such a small town, but in a way that she can't explain. There's a lot she can't explain and Ana drums her nails against the bar for a moment before she just looks to someone close by and asks softly, "have you been here long?"
That's not asking about the past right? The signs bother her, if she's honest, and it feels like something that she can't name. Still, Ana's not about to break the rules until she discovers whether or not she has the ability to back up her questioning with an ability to defend herself.