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[shadedsunlight]

Characters: Ginia Solana (silentbartender), OPEN
When: April 5th through the 11th
Where: Ginia's mind
Rating:G to R depending on the scene
Summary: A view inside Ginia's mind and memories.

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Monday; Early Morning

[feline_sonata]

A park. In the middle of a city, a real city. Modern. High rises. Cars. It was wrong, of course. Somewhere He'd never seen, before. Something else. Something different. But that was all right. Oliver was, in his own way, a creature of cities. He'd been raised in cities. He knew cities. One city and the next had different flavours, but still, cities they were.

Part of him suddenly longed to get lost in crowds and rush hour and be an insignificant speck again, for only a while. To let the need for purpose and attention and meaning fade away, and just wander.

And then someone was talking to him. He blinked, and looked down to a pint-sized girl that tickled his head with familiarity, but nothing jumped out at him. Leaning over a little, he tipped his head to the side.

"Where can I go? I don't know the city very well." It didn't seem odd, talking to a child about such things. He didn't even realize how odd that was.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia smiled up at him, full of innocence and sweet sincerity. She took his hand in her's and in a single step, they were out of the park and in the city, the air just a little cooler and things a little more grey around them.

"I can guide you, Mister Oliver," she replied, still smiling, but her eyes were glancing around, almost a little uncertainly. "You can look at whatever you would like, but there are some buildings she might not be happy with if you look into. But I don't think she would mind too much since she's fond of you."

[feline_sonata]

Oliver didn't seem to be concerned by the jump, or even really notice it. He still hadn't placed her; since he'd broken, names and faces didn't quite connect right all the time for him, a problem he hadn't even noticed himself.

"You know me?" His ear twitched in surprise. "What do you mean, some buildings 'she' might not want me to see? What buildings? Who is she?"

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia gave a small nod, the ribbons on her sun hat fluttering in the breeze. She gestured at the buildings, most of them worn and run-down, a few completely demolished with only a broken door frame remaining.

"Yes, I know you. Or she does. She's me. Or more accurately, I'm a part of her."

Tuesday Evening

[lecherous_kappa]

Gojyo blinked up into the sunlight. At least he wasn't on the cement. That week had sucked. Hearing the laughter, he looked around. With a shrug Gojyo pushed himself up, and spotted the girl on the swings. Gojyo grinned. He was in safe territory here, he figured.

Walking on over, he nodded to the girl. "Hey, you want a push? I can get you going higher." There was something about her that tugged at his memory. She looked familiar. But he couldn't yet place her. It was the eyes. But they were different too. Maybe this little girl wasn't burdened by something. He'd figure it out, he was sure.

Tuesday Evening

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia had been lazily swinging back and forth, still moving, but not at a very fast or high pace. But she was largely unconcerned and continued to swing lazily, the toes of her shoes occasionally grazing against the barkdust. When Gojyo came over, her face lit up and she gave a big nod, large blue eyes untainted by anything staring directly into his.

"Okay, Mister Gojyo. I'd like that."

Tuesday Evening

[lecherous_kappa]

Her voice didn't fit the picture at all, and suddenly he got it. He knew her when she had hardly any voice at all. "Ginia." Gojyo nodded and went behind her to give her a nice big push. "How high do you want to go?" And what, exactly, did she remember? It would be pretty fucked up if she remembered everything and was that... small. And cute. Really cute. This was messed up as hell. He was not supposed to meet a little version of his... maybe he shouldn't even think that. He was in her head or something like that, right?

"What else does this place have besides swings? I'm not playing dolls with you, though. Just so we're clear. A guy's got to have lines and boundaries."

Tuesday Evening

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia giggled when she was pushed, pumping her legs to help out. "You can push me as high as you want, Mister Gojyo! And there's lots to do here! I can give you a tour if you want. She wouldn't mind if you looked around."

She paused a little, her head tilting back and forth in thought and her voice growing quiet. "And I think she wants to meet you too."

Wednesday morning

[rokkuseikatsu]

Elbows up and in the air, Naruto was busy observing the area when the little girl had approached. A slight twitch in suprise, yet then he gives the young girl a bright smile. "Dunno, heh." Naruto scratches the back of his neck a little. He's not exactly sure, but she seems familiar. "My name's Naruto, what's yours?"

He kneels slightly so he's at a better height to be level with her, "Where do you wanna go? Or what would you like to show me?".

Wednesday morning

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia beamed and took his hand, teleporting them into the park. Ghostly figures moved around them, playing out scenes from Ginia's memory on the grassy expanse dotted with flowers. With a giggle, she reached down and plucked a bright orange flower and stood up on her tiptoes to stick it behind Naruto's ear before running off in childish amusement.

"Come on! This way!" she said, gesturing for him to follow. "You have to see this!"

[rokkuseikatsu]

GHOSTS?! Where was he?! Before he knew it there was a flower....on his ear. Ah well, she's a little kid and she's having fun. Speaking of the little kid, she never did say what her name was. That was when the little girl ran off, "Hey whoa wait!". Naruto went running after her, he'd be in for it if something happened to her for sure! "Wait up!".

Naruto held onto the flower so it wouldn't fall off of his ear and took it into his hands for safe keeping, he followed the little girl until she had found her destination.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia stopped running almost as quickly as she began and pointed happily to a scene in front of her.

It was a supermarket and an adult Ginia was coasting down the empty aisle on the back of a shopping cart, pausing when there came a loud crash. Wheeling the cart over to investigate, she hid a laugh when she saw a blond-haired boy buried under several boxes of tea, all seemingly spilled from the now nearly-empty shelf.

"See? She didn't forget!" commented the young Ginia, the scene fading away.