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Post by Hoban "Wash" Washburne on Aug 11, 2009 9:49:10 GMT -5
"Wash, there's no one there."
He could hear Zoe's words and if it truley was her, truley was his wife then he knew he should believe them and trust her especially since she had far more experience in the whole combat level then he would ever have...or want for that matter. But what she was telling him and what he was seeing were two very different things.
He tried to keep his eyes focused on Zoe to not look behind her at the approaching shadow of a man; but the sound of shoes thumping along the stoned ground sent a shiver through him with every step.
"No Zoe...he's there...he's right there," Wash whispered back to her panicked before he felt himself being pulled by her the rest of the way out of the alley.
The clouds overhead still poured down upon the world but it was lighter even ever so slightly out of the alley.
"Didn't go back where?"
Wash meant to answer her his eyes having found hers once more but the words couldn't come to him. They were a fleeting memory one he knew he should know because he felt it, he knew it was there but yet he had no recollection of it at all.
"I-I..." his eyes snapped back to the mouth of the alleyway only to find it empty and the sound of foot falls gone.
His eyes searched desperately over Zoe's shoulder for any sign of the man who had remained in the shadow; the man whose voice had sounded so clear in his mind.
"Didn't go back where?"
She had asked him a question...a good question and he owed her an answer...even though he was gonna sound like a right royal lunatic after giving it.
"I-I don't know...I can't remember," Wash replied his tone mournful. He could feel the memories knew they were there knew they were all there ones before and ones apprently after he had died but he had no way to get to them with out their triggers.
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Post by Zoë Washburne on Aug 12, 2009 0:05:35 GMT -5
"No Zoe...he's there...he's right there,"
Zoe shook her head but said nothing, only focused on pulling him out of the alley. Being brought back from the dead would not be without its consequences, she knew that, and she knew, sooner or later, that they would discover what they were. She looked at Wash... she just hoped they weren't as bad as her gut was telling her they were.
"I-I don't know...I can't remember,"
Zoe stopped pulling on his arm and looked at him. They were going to be bad consequences, weren't they? Sighing, she hugged him tightly. "It'll all be okay," she assured him. "We'll figure this out."
It took her a long while to let go, and when she finally did, she turned quickly away from him so that he would not see the embarrassment on her face. She took his arm again and pulled him a long. "Come on, let's get you back home."
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Post by Hoban "Wash" Washburne on Aug 12, 2009 2:12:47 GMT -5
"It'll all be okay...We'll figure this out."
He wanted to argue with her and attempt to explain to her that he knew...some how or another he knew that it wouldn't be okay and that he had messed soemthing up rather severly and it would no doubt cost him his life...again. But he couldn't tell her that...any of that because he felt her arms wrap around him and even though the world seemed to be shattering around him he found himself in her arms again and he would deal with whatever new hell this was to never have to be without her again.
"Come on, let's get you back home."
Wash afforded a glance back towards the alley as Zoe pulled him along and he would have sworn that there once more in the alley was the man hidden in the shadows glaring back at him. He had disobeyed...broken orders by not returning...main problem was he had no idea what orders and where he had been meant to go.
He kept his eyes down casted to avoid any off the odd looks he may recieve by being covered in blood and he could only hope that nobody decided to lend a helping hand. In truth he couldn't remember where home was; obviously he had one though as Zoe seemed to be taking them there but again there was a hole that just out of reach he couldn't recall.
"...Where are we going Zoe?" Wash finally managed to ask not really enjoying the sensation of being kept in the dark...even though he knew this was soemthing he was meant to know he just needed the slightest bit of information.
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Post by Zoë Washburne on Aug 12, 2009 6:03:16 GMT -5
"...Where are we going Zoe?"
Zoe forced herself not to stop in her tracks at his words. How could he not remember home? It was where they had met, it was there they had lived together for several years now. It was... home.
"Home, Wash," Zoe said firmly. "Serenity."
The whole not remembering anything deal was a little scary. He remembered who he was and how he died, he remembered who she was but beyond that... nothing. Amnesia... hallucinations... she hesitated to think what else could be wrong.
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Post by Hoban "Wash" Washburne on Aug 12, 2009 9:42:16 GMT -5
"Home, Wash."
Wash didn't for a moment miss the firm tone which traveled through Zoe's voice. He knew just by the title of "home" that it was important but for the life of him he couldn't see it...picture it.
"Serenity."
Serenity.
That was all he needed one simple word and the memory clicked firmly back into place. He had piloted her; could pilot her and had been doing so for as long as he had known Zoe...there were others on the ship...had to be he just couldn't rightly place them...no big surprise by this point.
"Serenity...right. Got it...a Firefly class transport ship...laid down in August 2459, ...weighs 282,500 pounds, is capable of carrying 164,900 pounds of cargo and 18 passengers, can achieve an acceleration of 4.2 g, and has a maximum range of 440 astronomical units when carrying minimal cargo."
Ok apprently memories came back with a vengence at some points in time cause he was rather certain he had just sounded like an instruction manual.
"Must have slipped my mind..." Wash muttered under his breath as they continued on.
He allowed his eyes to search the area around them briefly as they went and he was trying to place where it was they were and why Zoe was there at all but again he came up wanting...but decided to keep his thoughts to himself this go around. He after all didn't want Zoe to think he was completely mental.
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Post by Zoë Washburne on Aug 12, 2009 23:03:54 GMT -5
"Serenity...right. Got it...a Firefly class transport ship...laid down in August 2459, ...weighs 282,500 pounds, is capable of carrying 164,900 pounds of cargo and 18 passengers, can achieve an acceleration of 4.2 g, and has a maximum range of 440 astronomical units when carrying minimal cargo."
Zoe glanced over her shoulder at him, eye brow raised questioningly. So he could go from knowing nothing to remembering everything with a minor prompt... well that was something at least.
"Must have slipped my mind..."
Zoe frowned for a moment then turned back around, continuing on until she spotted Serenity nestled in a quiet corner of the hidden docks. She smiled slightly. Once they were inside, they'd be able to talk things out with the crew, and everything would start making sense again... surely with the nine of them they could think of something.
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Post by Hoban "Wash" Washburne on Aug 13, 2009 17:25:40 GMT -5
Wash kept silent the rest of the way until a ship came into view a ship a few seconds later he immediately remembered as "Serenity." He froze in his spot and felt his blood run cold as along with memories of the ship and what it stood for and how he had become its captain came back...so did other rather unpleasent memories.
He had thought they were going to die right up until the moment where the ship crash landed but they ahd managed to get away some how his little "life on the wind" mantra had actually pulled him and the whole lot of them through and he had been pleased with life for a second before life itself had been snatched from him.
He could feel his face go white as he stood rooted in his spot simply staring at the ship trying not to remember what had happened...but there was no forgetting...not truley.
"I'm a leaf on the wind..." he whispered his voice barely audible as his eyes never wavered from the ship before them.
"...watch how I soar."
He wasn't supposed to be here; not any more. He didn't belong here or anywhere else. Taking a staggering step backwards Wash attempted to grab on to some form of thought or action or feeling that was over whelming panic but none seem to be presenting themselves.
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Post by Zoë Washburne on Aug 14, 2009 5:42:03 GMT -5
Zoe felt a tug on her arm and she turned around to see that Wash had stopped moving, the tug on her arm having been his sudden lack of movement. His face was white, too white and her eyes followed his gaze to see what he was staring at. Serenity. What had she just figured out about vague prompts?
"I'm a leaf on the wind..."
He began to remember everything.
"...watch how I soar."
And apparently he'd just remembered some less than pleasant things. Zoe sighed and thought for a moment. She needed to get him inside. He was covered in blood and even in black out zones they tended to notice that kind of thing. And he was alive when he shouldn't be... if she had Simon look at him maybe they could find something that lead them to the 'how' part.
She turned around and faced Wash, gripping his shoulders tightly and standing in his view of Serenity so he was forced to look at her. "Hoban Washburne," she said firmly. "If you don't get your ass on that ship right now, so help me I will kick it six ways from sunday."
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Post by Hoban "Wash" Washburne on Aug 14, 2009 9:56:27 GMT -5
He wasn't supposed to be there...not at all...not even a tiny bit he was meant to be dead and gone. Had been dead and gone. Wash's eyes continued to stare back at Serenity though the feeling of panic was not going anywhere anytime soon....or that is what he had thought until Zoe's face quickly cut into the view of the ship.
"Hoban Washburne. If you don't get your ass on that ship right now, so help me I will kick it six ways from sunday."
Well now that was a tone he knew very well and he couldn't help but smile slightly as he looked back at Zoe; she had always been able to get through to him no matter...that was something which didn't need to be rememebered it was rather apparent.
"Foreplay already?" Wash asked with a small laugh; he knew it wasn't funny considering he was covered in blood and standing in front of the place where he died...not very dead at all but he couldn't help it and for some reason he got the feeling she wouldn't mind the misplaced time joke...seemed to be something which came rather naturally.
"...sorry," he replied softly thinking perhaps now was not the time at all.
But till something was eating at him about the ship; or well not the ship but him on it. He wasn't supposed to be here he was meant to be somewhere else...but where that was he couldn't rightly remember and that was just as maddening.
"I'm not supposed to be..." his words trailed off as he stared back at Zoe. He knew she knew he wasn't supposed to be there he could see it in her eyes. But he would trust her just the same because she was all he had.
"Ok," Wash whispered knowing it was either back with Zoe or back into the darkness and truley even if she wasn't...hadn't been his wife he would have picked her over that.
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Post by Zoë Washburne on Aug 15, 2009 3:16:02 GMT -5
"Foreplay already?"
Zoe's firm frown mixed with an expression of vague amusement so that she was looking at Wash in the strangest way possible. Finally, she managed to force her face to pick one of the other and she smiled. He was acting like his old self, that was a good sign.
"...sorry,"
Zoe laughed slightly and kissed him on the forehead. Now probably was not the time for his jokes but it was good that he was making them. At least, Zoe had decided it was a good thing. She watched him for a moment as he seemed to be thinking quite hard about something.
"I'm not supposed to be..."
Zoe sighed and was considering throwing Wash over her shoulder and carrying him into Serenity when he finally agreed.
"Ok,"
Relaxing a bit, Zoe slid her hand into his and led him the rest of the way towards Serenity. It was going to be interesting to see how the crew would react to seeing Wash. Strange that she'd known them all so long and she couldn't for a second picture how it would be. Though she suspected that that had something to do with the fact that they'd never seen someone brought back from the dead before.
As she stepped onto the ship, she looked back at Wash, slightly afraid that he was going to disappear and she would wake up and realise she'd only dreamed his return. But he was still there and she let out a relieved sigh. "Welcome home."
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Post by Hoban "Wash" Washburne on Aug 15, 2009 3:36:56 GMT -5
Wash felt himself calm greatly when Zoe slid her hand into his but just the same Serenity seemed to cast a cloud of panic over him no matter how hard he continued to try and push it back out of his mind it was still there.
Wash managed to keep his panic silent as they stepped aboard the ship and each and every memory of the ship came pouring back to him with each and every step.
"Welcome home."
Wash stayed silent as he allowed his eyes to travel around the ship and he couldn't help but wonder what came next. There were holes missing as far as the entire package of the hsip came he could feel it.
"What now?" Wash asked turning his attention back to Zoe. It was then that her words of welcome brought back another memory very different.
"You lot have no home, no purpose save for what we give you, tell you and expect of you. You our ours to use in the best way possible and you go against it in any fashion and you will be dealt with swiftly..."
Wash jerked his head slightly shaking himself out of the memory and trying to focus on the world around him.
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Post by Zoë Washburne on Aug 18, 2009 2:24:29 GMT -5
"What now?"
Zoe turned around and looked at Wash for a long moment. She was about to answer him when she realised he was focused elsewhere, no doubt remembering something else. When she saw him trying to shake off whatever he was saying, she pulled on his arm suddenly, jerking him closer.
"Wash?" she asked, locking eyes with him.
"Now, we find the crew... and we figure this out," she said, answering his question before pulling him further into the ship.
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Post by Hoban "Wash" Washburne on Aug 20, 2009 20:54:30 GMT -5
"Wash?"
"Yeah?" Wash replied jerking himself back into reality as Zoe pulled him closer. He really wished he was the only one hanging out in his head...it was getting far to crowded in there.
"Now, we find the crew... and we figure this out."
The crew.
He was pretty certain he should know who they were but again like so many other things they were all just outside of his grasp and he couldn;t exactly make them out just yet.
But it wasn't the crew he couldn't remember that was bothering him it was the creeping sensation within him that kept thinking perhaps it was better if he had stayed dead...perhaps the "crew" would have been better with that as well.
"I-I don't if we should...get others mixed up in this," wash muttered as he stared down at the blood which splattered his shirt. He couldn't help the nagging feeling which came with the sight of it. The blood wasn't his...but then exactly who did it belong to?
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Post by Inara Serra on Oct 4, 2009 1:07:57 GMT -5
Serenity was so silent tonight that even Inara, who usually would not be caught fussing over having too much peace and quiet, found herself feeling slightly uneasy. The calm (for lack of a better word) atmosphere around the ship wasn’t unusual these days – the crew had been severely weakened in spirit – but still... Inara felt considerably awkward tonight. The fact that she had no client to tend to coupled with her being unsure of anyone else’s whereabouts didn’t help her strange feeling, either. So she locked herself in her mind with her thoughts.
Being trapped in your mind only seemed to have a small silver lining – the fact that it was mobile. She didn’t have to remain inside while struggling against the chains of her thoughts, so she gathered her intricately and delicately designed dress in her hands so she didn’t trip, and practically floated into the cargo bay, planning on taking a short walk. Perhaps she would find a member of the crew to talk to out there.
Inara had been so enveloped in her own thoughts that, embarrassingly, it took her a split second longer than normal to recognize what—who the hell was moving across the room from where she now stood, frozen in a mixture of confusion and distress.
“Oh my - Wash!” she gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. She gazed at the two of them, her eyes wide – she searched Zoe’s face desperately for some sort of explanation or indication that she was dreaming. “Zoe – what -? Tsai boo shr!”
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Post by Zoë Washburne on Oct 4, 2009 1:25:02 GMT -5
"I-I don't if we should...get others mixed up in this,"
Zoe had been about to tell him to not be ridiculous and of course the crew needed to know because they were the crew, when something else drew her attention.
“Oh my - Wash!” Zoe looked up to see Inara staring at them in shock. Shock was completely understandable of course. “Zoe – what -? Tsai boo shr!”
After a moment of returning Inara's stare, Zoe shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. "Help me get him inside so I can find out."
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