~*~Branded RP (Role Play)~*~

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Lark stared at the women, tracing the brand on her wrist. Something was not right with this picture.

"Funny," she hissed, to whoever would hear, "How come I have NO memory of being here all my life? Or have NO memory at all!?"
 
Wintent woke with a yawn stretching out her arms and legs. She sat up blinking tiredly she lookdd around. "Where am I?" She muttered to herself. "And who are these people...."


Wintent crossed her arms mentally blocking everyone out for a moment ignoring them. Why am i at an orphanage? Who are these people? Where did my memory go?!
 
Sarah noticed some of the people were looking at their wrists.She looked down at hers,her eyes widening in fear."W-whats going on?"She finally spoke up but her voice was barely more than a whisper"I-I don't know any of you people!"As a matter of fact...all I know is my name!She thought.She looked around wildly starting to panic.
 
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The roar of questions threatened to take down the roof.

"ALRIGHT!" yelled the woman, finally breaking under pressure, "NO MORE OF THIS! GET UP, GET DRESSED, GET DOWNSTAIRS!"
 
"Oh, thank heavens," Maya breathed, holding out her wrist to Lark, "I'm not the only one with one of these."
"Humph!" Lark grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Maybe it's a disease. And this is the treatment facility, where they got it out of us, and this is the scar..."
After a few minutes of pondering upon this, Lark finally shook her head. "No. It doesn't add up. Why would they keep it secret from us, and instead say that we've been here our whole entire life?"
She couldn't remember even blinking in her past life.
 
Sarah let out a startled squeak when she heard the women's commanding voice.B-but I don't belong here...at least I don't think I do.She thought sadly.
 
The roar of questions threatened to take down the roof.

"ALRIGHT!" yelled the woman, finally breaking under pressure, "NO MORE OF THIS! GET UP, GET DRESSED, GET DOWNSTAIRS!"


Wintent flinched hearing her all the questions she was thinking of banished momentarily. "Ok..." She said quietly standing up.
 
The woman stomped downstairs, a proverbial black cloud over her head.

Vesta stood, "Okay everyone, we've all lost our memories, we've all got a creepy brand on our wrists and we all want answers. So let's get some." She began rummaging through her drawers for clothes. Maya mutely followed her example.
 
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