40: Things I cannot remember...

[eyesweregold]

[Risika is sitting in front of a small screen, with a loop of the more darker clips form Draco's recent past. In her hand is a picture of him, with her own name on it. The tricky journal catches her soft words.]

Draco Malfoy...

[then she realizes it has, so she repeats what most everyone's said.]

Risika, room 1804 if you find anything.

Comments

[lilblackdevil]

[have a knock on your door some time later]

[eyesweregold]

[Risika somewhat hesitantly opens the door]
Hello?

[lilblackdevil]

[a few blinks - this doesn't look quite like the girl in the picture she's seen]

Are you Risika?

[eyesweregold]

[nods, but doesn't say anything... just stands in the doorway]

[lilblackdevil]

...here. [holds out the photo labeled with her name]

[eyesweregold]

[[ooc: childhood, right? this whole plot has me so confusedly disorganized... /fails.]]

[Risika takes it, and looks at it curiously, and sadly... she wants to remember, but she can't.]

[lilblackdevil]

[awkward headscratch. why is everyone being so down?] I guess I should be going.

[ooc: yep!]

[eyesweregold]

Sorry. Thanks. What's your name?

[lilblackdevil]

Yeah, you're welcome. I'm Erica Hartmann.

[eyesweregold]

Nice to meet you. [Risika smiles, somewhat awkwardly, as she's become self-conscious of the fangs, which are really not as noticeable as she thinks...]

[lilblackdevil]

[given the number of residents with odd features, it isn't that much cause for surprise anyway]

The same. See you around!

[eyesweregold]

[Risika nods, and goes back inside. She wouldn't be so self conscious if she hadn't fed earlier... rather roughly, too. whoops.]