originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Dojoville
[i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 13:30
[i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Violet Acciaroli
[i][u]Title:[/u][/i] Brainwashed and Returned
[b][i]It had been 13 years since Vio wiped her memory clean.[/i][/b]
[i]She didn't remember a thing about the village she had just wandered into. The woman was around 32, and stood at 5'4". She had deep, violet eyes, and no hair. Her right arm was prosthetic, and on her back was a seven foot long chainsaw. She wore a long sleeved, beige shirt, the left sleeve rolled up and the right sleeve torn off altogether, revealing her new prosthetic. Her loose, black trousers were rolled up to her ankles, and she wore casual, beige shoes. Her violet eyes were artificial, and scanned the village. The only thing she knew was that she'd been in these coordinates before, however she did not remember when, and she remembered nothing about a village named Dojoville. Her skin was pale, and her left hand trailed absentmindedly over her bald head. Her face was familiar. But it was older, and the last time she had been seen, she had naturally violet hair. She had also been using a black longsword, instead of the seven foot long chainsaw on her back. Also, it was certain that her right arm was flesh and blood before. However, her facial structure remained the exact same, and there wasn't any doubt that this woman was Vio, however now, her named was Violet. Violet Acciaroli.[/i][spoiler]OPEN!![/spoiler]
English
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"You... You n-need help!"
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"... do I?" [i]She asked, looking around.[/i] "I mean, I [i]feel[/i] normal. I don't think I need help." [i]She shrugged.[/i]
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"You a-are Vio. You l-l-lived at th-the Dojo. You j-just dis-disappeared one d-day..."
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"Uh...." [i]Violet thinks for a moment.[/i] "Oh! Yeah. I left this weird building when I woke up. Again, don't remember a single thing."
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"Come on." *He grabs her by the arm and starts dragging her with him on his way to the Dojo.*
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"I-okay, alright...." [i]She mutters, following Sketch towards the dojo. She looked around, taking in the scenery.[/i]
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* he moves up the stairs two at a time. He doesn't seem to get tired at all.*
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[i]Violet continues to follow, confused by the one-liner the writer typed up.[/i]
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[spoiler]It's a three-liner...[/spoiler] *Eventually they reach the top. He opens the gates to the Dojo and let's her go.*
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[i]Violet slowly walked in, looking it over. She didn't recognize it even a little. After looking around, she turned back to Sketch.[/i] "Uh... nice place," [i]She said.[/i] "What am I doing here?"
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Edited by Skatch142: 9/11/2016 10:00:11 PM"Getting your memories." *He pulls her over to his back and pushes her in. He follows, closing the door behind them. He pushes her into a pitch, back room and closes the door behind her. She can hear him speaking through some sort of intercom.* "Sit down, I'm going to start searching your memories."
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"Okay...." [i]She says skeptically, sitting down as she awaited. She didn't believe it would really do anything.[/i]
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*Her head tingled for a second but stopped.* "Yep, they're all here... Let's try when we first met." *Her vision goes white but stays like that.*
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"Nope, nothing," [i]She said, not knowing what to expect.[/i]
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"What?" *Her vision goes black again.* "How about this?" *Her vision goes white.*
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"Uh... should I be seeing something...?" [i]She asks, slightly amused now.[/i]
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"You should be talking to me! I can see it on the screen here!"
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"Nope," [i]She said, sighing.[/i] "Are you done?" [i]It was useless.[/i]
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"No... I can't be done..." *He continues playing memories playing different memories for an hour straight, they just appear as blank, whiteness.*
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"Hey, this is a lot of wasted time," [i]Violet says, sighing.[/i] "I'm not getting anything."
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"But-But, you have to!"
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"[i]But I'm not, alright!?[/i]" [i]Violet yells, no longer amused, rather a little pissed. She got up, staring at Sketch.[/i] "I don't know why this is goddamn important to you, but I don't remember a damn thing!"
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*Sketch heard her despite it being in another room.* "You were a friend! Y-You need to remember this p-place!"
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"No, I don't [i]need[/i] to remember anything," [i]She growled.[/i] "Let me out. Now." [i]Unconsciously, her prosthetic arm moved to grip the handle on her 7 foot long chainsaw.[/i]
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*The door opens.* "Aren't you curious? At all??? Please, let me try and help."