patford31769
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OOC: DJ_Maximus started, and then killed, a thread about a guy who couldn't recall what had happened to him, and the characters who knew him before he lost his memory.
I like the character I created for that thread. So I'd like to start a new thread, starting with this character, and hope that someone will join in. I
changed the name of the male character, but my character is the same.
I'd like someone to pick up the role of Jake, tell from his viewpoint about how he lost his memory, about meeting this crazy mess of jumbled emotions (Christina) who seems to know him but he doesn't know her, and how he reacts to her. Hint: she could be the key to remembering who he is.
Christina
Height 5'6"
38D-25-36
Brown hair & eyes
Age 26
Athletic and energetic
I was sitting all alone at the bar. It had been my intention to get completely plastered, like that would somehow
help me forget my troubles. But I'm not much of a drinker, and instead I had been nursing the same glass of scotch
and soda all night. Not likely to get me very drunk, huh? Probably just as well. I mean, if I did get stinking drunk,
then I would still have all my troubles in the morning, plus a hangover on top of that! And how would THAT help me
any?
I had been dating my man Jake for nearly three months. After 3 months, I thought everything had been going so WELL between us. We had SO much fun, in EVERYTHING
that we did together. Whether we went to dinner and a movie, dancing, hiking, swimming, bicycling, or just staying
in to laugh and cry over old movies on TV, it was always a great time with my Jake. And then three days ago, my
troubles began. Jake simply hadn't showed up for our date! He never called me to explain, he never returned any of
my 15 or 20 phone calls since. Even his secretary claimed she hadn't seen or heard from in 3 days...or was Jake
just telling her to say that, because he didn 't want to talk to me?
At first, I thought maybe Jake had been hurt, like maybe in a car accident. I called the city police, the county
sheriff, and the state highway patrol. Nothing. I called every hospital in this county, and in the next three counties
besides. Nothing!
It just wasn't like Jake to disappear, to give me the silent treatment, to be so cold and so cruel to me. We had
hit it off from the moment we met, and he had been the sweetest, kindest, gentlest man I had ever met. We were
deeply, madly, passionately in love, and we had even talked of getting married some day. Just in a general sort of
way, you understand...no definite plans, no date. He hadn't actually officially proposed to me yet, and we didn't
even live toogether yet, but it was only a matter of time until he asked me to be his bride. To which I would
happily have said yes...up until he seems to have left me 3 days ago, that is. Now I wasn't so sure I would marry
him even if he DID ask, after he pulled this 3-day disappearing act on me, leaving me hurt and worried and upset.
Everything had been so perfect between us, for 3 months, until 3 days ago. EVERYTHING! So PERFECT! And
ESPECIALLY the sex. Oh my God, the SEX! Un-be-LIEV-able! He would spend hours and hours just slowly heating
me up, until we came together SO spectacularly! EVERY time, it was the meeting not only of two bodies, but of
two souls, the collision of two whole universes into one simultaneous mega-explosion.
So now I sat at the bar, nursing my one and only scotch of the evening, wondering what I could POSSIBLY have
done to piss off my man SO much, for him to so cruelly disappear on me like that.
And why hadn't he had the courage to tell me to my face? Or at least call me, or even write me a god-damned
LETTER, for crissakes! This cruelty was so UNLIKE Jake! Was there another woman? OK, I can accept that. It
hurts like hell, but I can accept even being left for another woman. But just TELL me, goddmanit, so I can move
ON with my life! It's this not knowing, that I can't accept, that I won't accept!
Such dejected thoughts were rattling through my brain, when HE walked into the bar. Jake!
I jumped off of the bar stool, and pounded my fists angrily into his chest. "Where the hell have you BEEN for the
last three days!" I screamed at him. Then I threw my arms around him, and kissed him passionately, hungrily. "Oh, I
have MISSED you! Oh, I love you SO much, my darling!" Then I returned to pounding angrily on his chest. "No visit,
no phone call, for three whole DAYS! I have been out of my MIND with worry! What the hell is WRONG with you!"
Then I kissed him again and cooed, "Oh, my darling! My baby!" I was such a mixed-up jumble of confused emotions
now!
Jake pulled away, and looked at me all dazed and bewildered. "Do I know you, lady?"
I like the character I created for that thread. So I'd like to start a new thread, starting with this character, and hope that someone will join in. I
changed the name of the male character, but my character is the same.
I'd like someone to pick up the role of Jake, tell from his viewpoint about how he lost his memory, about meeting this crazy mess of jumbled emotions (Christina) who seems to know him but he doesn't know her, and how he reacts to her. Hint: she could be the key to remembering who he is.
Christina
Height 5'6"
38D-25-36
Brown hair & eyes
Age 26
Athletic and energetic
I was sitting all alone at the bar. It had been my intention to get completely plastered, like that would somehow
help me forget my troubles. But I'm not much of a drinker, and instead I had been nursing the same glass of scotch
and soda all night. Not likely to get me very drunk, huh? Probably just as well. I mean, if I did get stinking drunk,
then I would still have all my troubles in the morning, plus a hangover on top of that! And how would THAT help me
any?
I had been dating my man Jake for nearly three months. After 3 months, I thought everything had been going so WELL between us. We had SO much fun, in EVERYTHING
that we did together. Whether we went to dinner and a movie, dancing, hiking, swimming, bicycling, or just staying
in to laugh and cry over old movies on TV, it was always a great time with my Jake. And then three days ago, my
troubles began. Jake simply hadn't showed up for our date! He never called me to explain, he never returned any of
my 15 or 20 phone calls since. Even his secretary claimed she hadn't seen or heard from in 3 days...or was Jake
just telling her to say that, because he didn 't want to talk to me?
At first, I thought maybe Jake had been hurt, like maybe in a car accident. I called the city police, the county
sheriff, and the state highway patrol. Nothing. I called every hospital in this county, and in the next three counties
besides. Nothing!
It just wasn't like Jake to disappear, to give me the silent treatment, to be so cold and so cruel to me. We had
hit it off from the moment we met, and he had been the sweetest, kindest, gentlest man I had ever met. We were
deeply, madly, passionately in love, and we had even talked of getting married some day. Just in a general sort of
way, you understand...no definite plans, no date. He hadn't actually officially proposed to me yet, and we didn't
even live toogether yet, but it was only a matter of time until he asked me to be his bride. To which I would
happily have said yes...up until he seems to have left me 3 days ago, that is. Now I wasn't so sure I would marry
him even if he DID ask, after he pulled this 3-day disappearing act on me, leaving me hurt and worried and upset.
Everything had been so perfect between us, for 3 months, until 3 days ago. EVERYTHING! So PERFECT! And
ESPECIALLY the sex. Oh my God, the SEX! Un-be-LIEV-able! He would spend hours and hours just slowly heating
me up, until we came together SO spectacularly! EVERY time, it was the meeting not only of two bodies, but of
two souls, the collision of two whole universes into one simultaneous mega-explosion.
So now I sat at the bar, nursing my one and only scotch of the evening, wondering what I could POSSIBLY have
done to piss off my man SO much, for him to so cruelly disappear on me like that.
And why hadn't he had the courage to tell me to my face? Or at least call me, or even write me a god-damned
LETTER, for crissakes! This cruelty was so UNLIKE Jake! Was there another woman? OK, I can accept that. It
hurts like hell, but I can accept even being left for another woman. But just TELL me, goddmanit, so I can move
ON with my life! It's this not knowing, that I can't accept, that I won't accept!
Such dejected thoughts were rattling through my brain, when HE walked into the bar. Jake!
I jumped off of the bar stool, and pounded my fists angrily into his chest. "Where the hell have you BEEN for the
last three days!" I screamed at him. Then I threw my arms around him, and kissed him passionately, hungrily. "Oh, I
have MISSED you! Oh, I love you SO much, my darling!" Then I returned to pounding angrily on his chest. "No visit,
no phone call, for three whole DAYS! I have been out of my MIND with worry! What the hell is WRONG with you!"
Then I kissed him again and cooed, "Oh, my darling! My baby!" I was such a mixed-up jumble of confused emotions
now!
Jake pulled away, and looked at me all dazed and bewildered. "Do I know you, lady?"
