close-up camera one[Andrew]

The sun seemed to have lowered into the sky to cause the sky to turn strange dark blues, purples, reds and pinks. Dusk had rolled around this day and most had gone in to retire within their homes, or somewhere slightly warmer than the crisp air of the nighttime desert. While this would be most people, Memory still stayed outside, the sun on one side, the moon on the other. It would be poetic if the girl was more beautiful. Instead she had a strange musky smell about her as if she had been travelling for awhile, and her hair seemed to be a solid tangle of pure mess. Her skin a sickly gray-peach color and she was extremely skinny. She had Band-Aids on most of her fingers and you could spot some on her calves, while other spots you could still see raw picked at and itched at skin. As the girl sat on the flabby swing, made of a strange plastic and rubber mix, she had one hand wrapped around the chain and the other picking at another spot on her skin that seemed to itch badly.

Memory wondered if it was the bugs that made her itchy or if she was allergic to something in this city. It would be a question unanswered as she would never ask, and there wasn’t anybody to ask anyway. Memory was a girl who stayed up late and woke up early so she wasn’t often around people. More often she was chugging coffee or eating food. Now she also had school to attend too, which was hard with the fact she “refused” to speak. Memory let out a loud sigh, to let out, what felt like, stale air in her mouth out.

Somewhere off in the park she could hear a raccoon scuffle around and this caused her to lift her head off into that direction away from the park entrance. Allowing anybody to just glide in and scare the living hell out of her when she turned back around.

Andrew had been taking another one of his famous stumbles across the vastness of Death City. Though he had been pretty much everywhere in the City, he had still found reason to explore. The boy was wandering around the park, for no particular reason, when he noticed a girl that he recognized immediately. Memory...He had met her in the coffee shoppe, after he had got caught in the rain. The girl was looking in the opposite direction from him, so he walked up behind her, not remembering how timid she was.

As soon as he reached her, Andrew just sat right on the ground, and stared at her. When she turned around, he assumed that she would automatically recognize him, and they would reminisce over their short time spent together the other day. That was an incredibly pleasant thought, wasn't it? Making new friends was a wonderful past time that the Demon Fishing Rod had. The boy could hardly hold his excitement, so he began to pull up grass in order to pass the time. However, this attempt to hold his attention failed, and he decided to speak up.

"Memory! I'm sitting behind you..." The boy was a little too loud, and he hoped that she wouldn't be startled.

"Memory! I'm sitting behind you..."

In such a peaceful afternoon of raccoon watching, the girl was given a heart attack. Her Throat closed up and her heart jumped up to attempt moving up into the closed off region. Her stomach dropped to where her bladder should be and her bladder bounced up as the girl let out a silent scream falling backwards off of the swing. One leg getting tangles into the chain the other simply falling to were her butt was a second ago. Her vision now faced the sky and her back had hit the sand hard. The gritty particles stuck to her hair and clothes and now she really needed a shower. Her hat now on her stomach for some strange reason allowed one dead jade eye to appear through her hair as she contorted her body up to see the face of her attacker.

It was Andrew, none other than the boy she met at the coffee shop on one of the rare rainy days. She hadn’t thought of the possibility of seeing him again. It was obvious she would meet him again as they lived in the same place. Memory would call herself stupid if she wasn’t busy catching her breath with one wide eye focused on the boy, and one arm holding her up from the ground and another holding onto the swing.


Her first thought is maybe she over-reacted; the second was that she might need to go to the hospital because her heart was still racing at extreme speeds. The rush of adrenaline was still running it’s course through her and she momentarily forgot about all the raw spots on her legs, and the few on her arms.