[[Residents of the 949 Beulah Street household, or any surrounding houses for that matter, will probably hear angry shouting. For those of you who aren't nearby, you'll hear it over the phones as well.]]
...The fuck is this?!
[[Stomp stomp stompin' around the room, growling and generally being angry.]]Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is this
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[The phone line goes dead, and Jane's on her way.]
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[[Line is dead. Doop.]]
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KNOCKING IS FOR SQUARES.
Jane leaps into the room, poised to maul the threat into oblivion!]
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[[Just staring. Like, forever.
NOTICE HE'S AN INCH OR TWO SHORTER
AND YOUNGER
AND HANDSOMER]]
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...What happened to you? You're- Why are you so young? And where are your claws?
You're completly human!
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[[Twitch.]]
Now what the fuck are you doing in my house?
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...You don't remember anything, do you...?
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And no. I don't remember this stupid place, I don't remember home, I don't remember anything. Except running, the cold, blood, and people shouting.
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[She tries to calm down and tell herself that this isn't Hunter's fault, but Jane's not the most logical of creatures in the world, and despite herself, she still blames him a little.]
I'm... I'm Jane. I was an ally of yours, before.
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Well, whatever. I'm guessing you already know that I'm Hunter?
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I guess. You don't like your old- or something- name?
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[[Wait wait now he's confused wait.]]
Old name? I can't remember my old name. All I can remember are useless facts.
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You were here before. Only a few years older. I don't know what happened, and I can't see any reason why they'd do this.
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...'Least, I'm pretty sure I am.
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