who are you?

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CHARACTERS: Rey and YOU.
LOCATION: Oxygen Garden.
WARNINGS: Potential violent flashbacks?
SUMMARY: Some silly amnesiac takes a gander at the gardens. Insert prose here.

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[hesalreadyhere]

Jack wasn't really a nature kind of guy.

Scratch that-- Jack hated it. There were no trees along the streets of Derse. No flowers, no grass, no plants, just endless the paved roads of dark purple, winding and twisting into themselves like an Escher painting. It's not like anything could grow there anyway. The blackness of the Ring offered no warmth, and Skaia was barely a speck in the distance. The people of Derse had little use for sure frivolous things anyway.

But that wasn't really why Jack hated plants. It was more to do with that time one tried to eat him. Twice. He swore it was the same fucking plant.

That was probably why he decided to start hacking away at some of the stupid-dumb plant life. It was cathartic and distracting and that was good enough for him. He definitely needed something to take his mind off his other worries. It was overgrown anyway. Fuckers in charge should've be paying him for this, he was trimming the fuck out of this mess.

He didn't see her enter, but he could faintly smell her, even if it was

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The hacking sounds had been obvious immediately upon entering. That much she couldn't mistake, either. Her senses, dull as they were upon awakening, had sharpened to the point of a needle and where even the leaky faucet in the bathroom tended to set her off at night.

This was not a dream. She was awake now, with the name and that memory of the toe tag still fresh in her memory. She clung to it, but also the present. In this moment, there was someone tearing away here. Possibly armed. Who knew?

She wasn't willing to take any chances.

Her steps became more cautious as she quietly stalked around the foliage. After awhile, she started following the very clear path of fallen plants. Someone had seriously gone to town here.

That someone was eventually standing in front of her, at the end of the path of fallen plants. She stood there, straight-faced, straight-lipped, her eyes not sharing the slightest response when her voice might as well have carried a shrug: "I'm sure there are better ways to blow off steam."

Just saying.

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Jack stared back at her for a moment, white eyes narrowed. She was completely, utterly unfamiliar. That annoyed him more than he'd admit. Another person on this stupid fucking spaceship with no fucking collar. Maybe he was the only one here, and he sure as fuck didn't like that idea. There had to be at least one person he could look out for that didn't already hate his guts, anyone-- he just needed a reason to keep going.

He hacked off another long vine beside him, scowling. "It was overgrown to shit. What, do you have a problem with that?" Probably. I mean, he was kind of being an ass about it. Leaving all these dead plants lying around. Too bad Jack didn't actually care about common courtesy.

"Why don't you mind your own business, kid? I'll blow off steam however the fuck I want!"

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To her, everything was unfamiliar. This may have been the same for some, though they came to the station with basic memories that had extended beyond the first day or so prior to their arrival here. Maybe it'd be different, and less frustrating, if things didn't come to her in brief, incoherent flashes. Maybe then, it'd actually mean something to her.

Either way, there must've been something wrong with her just then. There she was, standing in front of an angry, dog-looking person carrying a sharp object, and she honestly couldn't care less, or feel threatened. Perhaps she was used to it. Was that how it worked?

"Honestly, I don't really care what you do to the plant life around here, or how you go about blowing off your steam. But it wouldn't be very pleasant for someone to walk by and get cut on accident with you swinging that thing around."

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He snorted, stabbing some more random plants between words. He clearly cared more about making an ass of himself than actually accomplishing anything here. "Well maybe you shouldn't go around walking into people's weapons, stupid! I'm not even aiming at you!"

There was a bright green flash, and suddenly he was on the other, un-stabbed side of the room. Had to keep his work somewhat even, after all. Travelling ridiculously short distances was the best damn use of omnipotence he could think of. Also, there was a particularly offensive yellow flower blooming on this end, so he had to slice it up into tiny pieces as quickly as possible.

"If you don't wanna get hurt, then stay out of my-- way." Stomping all over that fucking flower. Ugh.

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"I'm not talking about myself, either." She could walk in front of a bullet for all she cared. It was a strange feeling, too -- not caring.

The woman tilted her head at the flash and the glow. For a blank slate, she really didn't react to much, did she?

She did feel an eyebrow slowly raise as he started angrily stomping on that flower like it just insulted his family. "What are you trying to even accomplish there, really?"