Jack and Jill....And the bastard hill...

Waking. Was she awake? She didn't know. It was all odd. Upside down. She sat up, movements slow. She blinked, eyes a soft glowing azure as her soul settled itself back into its fleshy vessel. Something was not quite right. She looked at her hands, covered in dirt along with her clothing. What was this place? Where was she?

Who was she?

That unsettled her a bit and she pushed back a fall of ebony hair from her face, peeking around her. A man was close. Was he dead? She crawled over and poked him with her finger, the nails still neatly manicure from a former life of wealth, though she would never know. She sat beside him, looking around them with azure eyes that flickered a bit, the pupil looking cat-like at times. Her face tipped skyward and she looked up at this world she did not know. It was like... Her mind was new. Fresh like a newborn's just emerged from its mother's womb. But she was no child. She somehow just knew this.

Her eyes left the sights above and turned down to herself. Odd coverings. Clothing.. Her mind randomly supplied. She tugged on it a bit. It was covered in dirt and even a bit of blood. She would not know just how expensive the suit was she was wearing, for it didn't matter any longer. Gently she worked off the jacket and folded it into her lap. She wore only a think silk camisole beneath, not moving from her spot beside the man. Things had settled within her. She felt her soul aligning itself properly again and she didn't feel as dazed as before. The world seemed a bit sharper now.

Her eyes to the man again. "Who am I?" she whispered, only to blink, shocked at the sound of her own voice. Her shoulders slumped, confusion written on her features. Her mind was turning things over. But so much was missing. But something stood out. Things had names... Right? She was something. What was her name?

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She had not expected him to wake. He spooked her when he spoke, the woman looking at him with wide, innocent orbs. But then she calmed and smiled timidly. She wondered if he knew what happened. It gave her this odd feeling. Hope.. Again supplied instantly. But the concept of hope was odd to her. It vanished though.. THe moment he asked where they were. He did not know. THey both were lost. But.. Lost from where? She shook her head faintly, bits of dust coming off of her as well. She looked quite a bit rattled. She brought her hand up, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand in a cute manner. Nearly kittenish.

That hope feeling turned to something nearly akin to panic as he continued on. He was the same as her. It was scary. But she didn't know what she was scared of. She gnawed on her lower lip for a moment and made herself remain calm. So she sat there beside him and her slender figure slumped a bit as if a weight had been placed upon it. "I.. I don't.. Remember.. Either.." she said softly, a bit afraid of her own voice. Her mouth felt so dry. She smacked her lips together, trying to get rid of that dryness. SHe stopped and peered at the man. "Do you know who I am?" she then asked, eyes like windows.. So clear and pure as if nothing had ever touched her.

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