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Post by Hollie Clarke on Sept 24, 2010 14:28:27 GMT -5
H390 had opened her eyes that morning and looked at the white ceiling. For some reason it felt strange, to be looking at a ceiling like this, but it was what she had done every morning since she could remember. She sat up and the computer immediately responded, bringing up her statistics for the previous day, and a new screen on the left hand side. Nothing of note.
First stop each day was the dining hall for food. The computer told her that her iron was a little low, so added extra beans to her meal. There was a brief pause in the lounge to let her food settle before heading to the gym for a swim in the pool. She enjoyed the feeling of the water around her body, it was soothing and relaxing.
It was fairly empty, so after a couple of dozen laps, she stopped in the middle of the pool and let her legs float up, lying on the surface of the water, her ears submerged her eyes closed. This place was quiet, it always had been. The complex always did it's best to keep a state of calm, and H390 felt it. But it also felt like there was something missing, a hole inside which she couldn't quite place.
The water beside her shifted, and she opened her eyes to look up at the person who joined her. She smiled. "Hi." A friendly face she always liked to see. |
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Post by m on Sept 25, 2010 12:52:30 GMT -5
M1's eyes opened to a white lights. That was strange. He blinked and realized he must have fallen awake with the lights on. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before reaching for his robe. He looked to the place next to him, the place where his wife slept. She wasn't there. Maybe she went to work? Or the spa? Where did his wife go during the day? Oh that's right she coached little league.
With a groan he stood and stretched, feeling his back crack. He was getting old, no longer the active young man he'd once been. He reached for the night stand to grab his... glasses? Yes. His glasses, and placed them on his face.
After a quick shower he dressed in slacks and a button down shirt and tie. He looked the the mirror to see his face looking back at him and he smiled. What a good life he had. The perfect wife. The perfect daughter. The perfect job... what was his job again.
Oh that's right. He was a teacher. But today was saturday...
Taking a walk a brisk walk in search of his wife. He whistled and walked into the gymnasium. A sound caught his attention. Someone was in the pool. He casually sauntered over to see a blond young woman in the waters. He knew her face, she was someone he cared about deeply.
"Hello!" he said with a smile. It was his... his...
Emotions and feelings flashed through him. He remembered a picture of a little girl hugging a teddy bear.
It was his daughter.
M1 smiled at his daughter and waved. "Goodmorning sweetheart. Have you seen your mother?"
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Sept 25, 2010 15:00:30 GMT -5
H390 focused on M1 for a moment. Sweetheart? Mother...? Of course, he was her father. She remembered now. It had taken a moment to remember the soothing sound of his voice and place it with his face.
As for her mother... "I haven't," she said, frowning slightly, "but I'm sure she's around somewhere." That was the only answer she could come up with right now. Her mind felt a little flustered. She wasn't sure why.
Pulling her legs back underneath her, she paddled over to the side of the pool, looking up at her father with a smile. "How are you this morning?" she asked, resting her arms on the side of the pool, pushing herself up and out. He was a lot taller than her, she realised now. But shouldn't she have known that before? |
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Post by m on Sept 25, 2010 15:27:49 GMT -5
M1 smiled down at his lovely daughter. As he did he felt the same swelling of protective emotions and love. He remembered holding her the day she was born, vowing that he'd never let anything happen to her. She was his pride and joy, and currently a bug was crawling in her hair.
He chuckled and crouched down on the edge of the pool, reaching down and plucking the bug from her hair and flicking it away.
"It's okay. She's probably at a meeting or something. She'll turn up." He stood then, "I was thinking about getting some breakfast. What do ya say?"
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Sept 25, 2010 15:41:43 GMT -5
H390 scrunched up her face as he pulled the bug out, then shook her head slightly. How had that got there? Him pulling it out felt natural though, his chuckle friendly and familiar to her ears. It made her giggle a little.
She looked up at him as he suggested breakfast. "Well, I've already eaten," she said, pursing her lips, "but I suppose I can come sit with you anyway. I don't think anyone would complain."
"Just let me get dry first, don't wet to turn up dripping wet." She headed into the changing room, towel drying her hair and changing into her dress before coming back out again. "Done," she grinned, taking his hand, "let's go." |
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Post by m on Sept 25, 2010 15:53:09 GMT -5
M1 smiled and sat in one of the lounge chairs, enjoying the paper. His mind didn't register what he was reading because the paper was actually blank. But he thought he was reading something interesting. He looked up when the girl came back and nodded. "Alright."
He walked over to her, pausing suddenly and looking at her for a moment. There was something off. "You look a little different. Did you change your hair?"
Smiling, he shook his head, knowing it was a silly questoin. "Let's go." He gently offered her his arm, having a deja vu moment...
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Sept 25, 2010 16:14:05 GMT -5
H390 looked at him when he asked about her hair. Her hand immediately went to it, patting it down. "I don't think so, it could just be because it's wet," she suggested. She thought it felt the same, but she couldn't tell you what it was different before, it had always been this way, hadn't it?
She rested her hand on his arm, flexing her fingers a little as it felt familiar. For a moment, she could have sworn her vision went, but no, she could still see. Strange. "Yes, let's."
They made their way along the corridor. People all around them were happy, calm, and interacting with each other. H390 saw these people every day, and yet she didn't recognise any of them. Before she knew it, they were at the mess hall, and she let her father go get food while she found them a table, sitting down. She studied the people seated at the table next to her, a dark haired woman with a familiar voice, and a fair haired man; they were holding hands across the table and smiling at one another. She thought she knew them, but she couldn't place them. When M1 joined her, she had to ask, "who are they?" |
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Post by m on Sept 25, 2010 16:41:36 GMT -5
M1 returned with a large platter of eggs, bacon, and toast. He felt ravished. He started to dig into the meal, looking in the direction of the couple his daughter indicated. He frowned as he tried to remember for a moment.
Who were they? Where WERE they?
Then it clicked in his brain and he smiled again, "Honey you remember them. That's Mr. Jinkins and his finacee. He's my boss remember? The principal. I wonder what he's doing here." He raised his hand and waved.
"Mr. Jinkins! Good morning!" He chimed, he waited for them to look at him. "It's me. Steve Dewy remember? This is my daughter Sandy." He indicated Hollie. The name automatically coming out of his mouth.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Sept 25, 2010 16:57:40 GMT -5
It didn't seem like M1 could remember, but then he came out with something. H390 listened but didn't really hear what she said. Instead, she nodded, "yes, A196 and B594, I remember now." They were a couple, they'd been together for some time. There was something about it that off was slight off, but she'd never been able to say what, so had kept it to herself.
"I don't think they heard you." She reached over and took a piece of toast, careful not to touch any of the other pieces as she did so. She wasn't sure why, but she felt like she had to be extra careful touching his food.
"They look good together," she commented with a slight sigh. "You have someone. I feel like I should have someone, or maybe I do... someone that makes me smile." |
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Post by m on Sept 25, 2010 17:12:35 GMT -5
"Hm. Steve didn't mind being snubbed but he did mind someone not paying attention to his daughter. He turned back to see her take the toast and he smiled again. "Take all you want Sandy." He listened to what she had to say and looked concerned.
Someone to make him smile? He had two someones, his wife and his daughter. What more could any man ask for. "You don't need a boyfriend honey. You're still very young. Just enjoy youth while you can."
How old was Sandy? Nine. Yes nine... wait no... sixteen... seventeen... the number kept going up as he thought about it, and every time seemed right.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Sept 26, 2010 6:39:45 GMT -5
"Thanks," H390 said with a smile, her Dad was always kind like that. Munching on her toast, she listened to him speak endearingly, and shook her head head slightly, "I'm not that young." Her computer told her every morning that she was twenty-two years of age. Sometimes she thought that M1 didn't look old enough to be her Dad. "You had me young, just wanting to find someone isn't that bad."
The thing was, she felt like she already had someone, but couldn't remember who. It was going to plague her mind, she could tell. She would have to look for them later, see if she could recognise them by voice, like she had with the other two.
"Eat," she instructed, pointing at his food, taking a bit of the bacon, "before it goes cold." |
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Post by m on Sept 26, 2010 8:44:49 GMT -5
'I'm seventeen daddy, old enough to have a boyfriend.'
Steve smiled at his daughter and shoveled another fork-full into his mouth, not saying anything to that. He supposed she was right. He couldn't believe how big she'd gotten. It seemed like only yesterday she was a little girl riding the bicycle he'd gotten her for her birthday.
An image flashed in his mind that made him pause and frown. An image of a little brown haired girl and seeing it made his heart hurt. But then not a split second later he was back in the present and the feeling ebbed away.
"So what are your plans for today?"
He heard her tell him to eat all he wanted and he smiled, a wicked grin coming on his face. He reached across the table, plucking the half eaten piece of toast from her hand and shoved it into his mouth with a laugh.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Sept 29, 2010 16:03:49 GMT -5
H390 twirled a piece of her hair absentmindedly, trying to conjure up an image of this man she thought she was interested in. It was like she could hear his voice, saying something about cream, but he couldn’t picture his face. All she saw was darkness.
”Hmm?” H390 quickly turned her attention back to Dad when he plucked the toast from her hand. She fixed him with a playful scowl, then a pout. ”My toast,” she sniffled.
”Well,” she said, ”I’ve already had a swim, so I think I’ll probably do some reading up in the lounge. Finish reading that book I’ve been reading about Italian art. It’s so beautiful.” Unlike anything she had ever seen.
”How about you?” |
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