a m n e s i a has a minion!

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Name: Amnesia
Age: 14 years
Hometown: Philadelphia
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Straight



I suppose most subetians have an exciting tale to tell. One of bravery, courage, certain death, all odds against one, and just the smallest change of survival. Me? Hah, I'm just your average blacklight Ruffie. Course, every pet has their stories, even if they're not as interesting as they'd like for them to be. I've got mine..


January 2nd, 2003


Dear Forsaken,

I miss you. So much. But hey, university isn't all that bad, actually! Sorry I can't tell you where it is, so you can't really mail back. It's perfect here! First day of training and I already know how to track a murderer without them knowing! I'm quite proud, actually. How are things going for you? Great, I hope. Stay out of trouble, would you? For me?

Your darling,
Belle

This was the first letter to my love. I had been accepted into an FBI training camp and was studying abroad there for five years. Forsaken was my boyfriend back home.

January 5th, 2003

Dear forsaken,

I have an idea! Just mail anything you want to 124 Vertigo Lane, CA 95894. I'll pick it up from there on my way to the next training lodge(which is nowhere near there, by the way.)! That's all I have to say, honey. Stay safe.

Your angel in the night,
Belle

This was the last letter to my love before the accident.

January 12th, 2003

Dear Forsaken,

Who are you, and why are you calling me your love? I think you have the wrong address. I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Thanks.

I had gotten myself into a fatal car crash during a training session that was hosted at NASCAR, my skull had been cracked open. Doctors did all they could, but in the end, even though I was physically sound with 23 stitches, I had gone into a coma for 3 days and when awoken, had forgotten everything.
I suffered from Amnesia.

January 21st, 2003

Dear Forsaken,

I honestly don't know who Belle is. But if you want to meet and talk about it, I'm fine with it. Do you want to meet at a hotel or something?

Obviously I had forgotten my boyfriend too, but we had met up at a Get Mugged! and talked over some coffee. He convinced me I was a common Ruffie named Belle with a fetish for being a crime-fighter, and to me that sounded like the worst thing in the world. But he presented me with a blacklight potion that he had been planning to give me for my birthday, and I drank it. Now? I'm a blacklight Ruffie with a yearn to rave every minute! Which reminds me.. I'm going to be late for a rave if I stay to chat, so bye!


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