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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 13, 2009 15:01:05 GMT -7
Amaya stiffened-- that was a touchy subject. <<Six...>> Splotchy memories, like horribley cut and rearranged clips from different versions of Final Fantasy VII ((the first had much worse quality than the others)), splintered through her mind like an old film-reel movie that had gotten wet... It was giving her a headache. Similarities between the two made the chronologies almost impossible to separate...
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Post by Orexas on May 14, 2009 9:35:12 GMT -7
Nayla really hoped that Amaya wouldn't[/i] kill her for bringing up the subject of her parents, but, if nothing else had worked, then that was the the only thing that would. "What would you say if I told you that they didn't really die when you were six, but instead died during freshman year, while you were at Claysons?" That just had to work, of course, if Amaya's memories didn't stop being stubborn, she'd probably end up getting in an argument with her until her memories stopped being stubborn.
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 14, 2009 15:54:00 GMT -7
Amaya paused for a moment, not looking at Nayla. The same memory-- or, memories, really-- continued running through her mind the same way, until both burned out, like the end of a film reel. <<Explain.>> That was all she managed to choke out, her voice clear and unemotional as always.
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Post by Orexas on May 15, 2009 10:36:31 GMT -7
"Well, my past is different from everybody else's, even though it really shouldn't, but, that's another story, one that I already told you, and in my past they died when their house caught fire. We were all at Clayson's at that time." Nayla felt bad, she was probably bringing up bad memories, but, she supposed that it was inevitable, at least for her anyway. Maybe going back to Clayson's was a mistake..., she couldn't think of anything but what had happened the last time she was here.
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