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[Doop doop just checking networks. What is this text post.

...

AND A SQUEAL WAS HEARD HALFWAY ACROSS CAMPUS.]

ib111 you're here11 i'm here too1 now we really can be together forever right///

[Oh dear... Ib wasn't entirely sure who this is though.

Account says Mary, the name doesn't sound foreign- in fact, there's a strange feeling in her stomach. But she's sure that none of her old friends and classmates got transferred here like her....]

hello

[But hrm... how does she exactly approach this.]

i'm sorry but who are you/

[Surely they wouldn't take text response differently! ~~Woe to this innocent and confused girl~~.]

[Oh, that's not so weird. It's hard to tell who people are when you can't see them on the screen, after all!]

it's me mary. see1 we both made it1

[No this feels weird and scary for some reason. What does she mean by made it? Ib doesn't really understand this person at all and why they give her the feeling of dread...]

/ i don't know anyone name mary

Edited 2012-10-02 14:29 (UTC)

yes you do. that's not funny ib.

i'm really sorry, but i really know anyone name mary.

Edited 2012-10-02 14:45 (UTC)

why

i don't really know.....

do you know anybody named garry/

[THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT
SHE'S GONNA KILL HIM
AGAIN]

Edited 2012-10-02 15:48 (UTC)

no, i don't think i know anyone here.

[Doesn't mean that name didn't ring any bells though...]

oh. maybe i was thinking of somebody else with your name.

[SHE KINDA DOUBTS THAT...]

i hope we can be friends anyway1

sure, i like making new friend.

[Plus, refusing seems like a bad option somehow.]

Garry was taking a stroll through the dorms, probably to talk to a student about an assignment. His position had him walking passed through the girl's dorms, when he noticed a certain someone...

Was that...?

It was...! Garry recognized that little red eyed lady anywhere. A smile immediately plastered on his face, he went out to say hi. It's been months! She was in the dorms...was she going to school here??? Maybe??? Garry was so happy...! He can't wait to catch up with her...! But he can't get ahead of himself, he needs to say "hello" first! But what to say? Well let's go with the obvious.

"Ib!! Ib, it's really you, isn't it?"

It would be so embarrassing if it wasn't Ib, let's make sure.

Ib was still getting used to the new school, it's only been a very short-while since she had arrived and had just came back from looking around the dormitories. The brunette turned to the source of the voice when she heard her name being called, that's strange but maybe the people at the school is just friendly! She did wrote her name in the school network.

Her expression remained the same as she nodded as an answer. Ib couldn't help but wonder who this man is however, a teacher maybe? He looks kinda funny, but somehow in a comforting way...

Kinda funny? Is it the coat?

Well but when Garry finally got the confirmation, the smile on his face grew bigger.

"Ib! It is you-!"

Garry never minded how quiet she was, he'll just do the talking for now and wait to hear her response. He went, knelt in front of her, and gave her a big hug, he DID NOT care if anyone saw.

"I missed you so much, Ib! How have you been?"

Edited 2012-10-02 14:30 (UTC)

The brunette neither tried to say anything to the strange man or escape, which itself is rather weird. Ib always remember that she should be polite, but keep guard on stranger especially if they suddenly do something weird like... well, this.

The thing is however, this even more weird feeling that she feels safe around this man. Had she met him before? He might be a family friend she hasn't seen in a long, long time.

...? Something was amiss. Garry didn't know why but it felt...weird. Garry looked at Ib and the warm smile left his face. This was an off reaction. He thought they were so close...why the hesitation? Was it something he did? Was he embarrassing her?

He let go.

"...Sorry, that must have been embarrassing, huh?" He tried to smile again, but he had a bad feeling in his gut...why?

Crimson eyes only stared at Garry, intense like usual- but with more than just a hint of confusion. Who was this person? It's weird for a stranger to be really friendly like that, but even weirder that she should feel that this person was beyond than just a stranger or a teacher of this school.

Was it polite to ask directly? Though she doesn't seem to really know any other way to act out...

Garry was silent as much as Ib for a while. Waiting for her to say something. ANYTHING. Garry bit his lip. This kind of hurt a little. This can't be intentional to mess Garry up. Ib just wasn't that kind of person. There was something bothering her, he can tell.

It's been...a few months...She gave him a handkerchief...There is NO WAY she...Garry bit his lip again. Give him a clue, anything, Ib. He tried to smile once more...

"Ib...It's me. Garry?..."

Ib's eyes slightly widen Garry.... That name definitely sounded familiar somewhere.

She unconsciously bit her lip and shook her head, no she still wasn't entirely sure who he is. Garry, who are you exactly?

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Garry held in any emotion that would make him want to put his head down and show every ounce of shaking sadness he was feeling right now. This wasn't a joke. If it were, it was a really cruel one. His eyes were showing things a little different though, they were sad...really sad. He swallowed what felt like a rock which hit his gut, and he grew queasy.

What could possibly be worse is that Ib wasn't even talking to him. She wasn't saying a word.

There is no reason why she wouldn't know him; none. U-unless...He had to try again.

"Please Ib. The gallery...you have to remember the gallery. Mary? Guertena?"

Gallery... she remembered that; a simple, rare family trip that turned into a riddle- topped with a strange sense of fear that she couldn't exactly pint-point why.

Ib slowly nodded in response, however a frown still in place. This man -Gary- he might definitely knows something, she was just not entirely sure how to act in this situation... This wasn't a simple game of riddles or puzzles, no she's admittedly more confuse and overwhelmed with among other emotions to calmly try piecing this problem together.

Garry's heart was now in his toes. Ib still wasn't talking. Ib remembers the gallery, if Garry can read the BODY LANGUAGE right. Garry's head finally went down, unable to hold in ALL OF sadness now, but he didn't want to react too much; he was still trying to hold everything in. And it just hurt worse.

To be the one forgotten. Left behind.

There was only one saving grace now. The handkerchief might be a waste of time but...

"Did you leave the gallery...with candy in your pocket? Lemon flavored candy?"

Ib held her head with her hands, she was starting to get dizzy from this. She did recall a maid telling her she left 'her' candy in her skirt's pocket. The overwhelming emotions and confusing thoughts were starting make her knees feel weak as she tries desperately to piece out this mess.

Instead, almost in a whisper, she finally asked; "who... are you...?"

Ib finally talked...! Was this a good thing? Please be a good thing. He looked at Ib again...oh no, she was.

She was struggling. This was looking to be rough, as if she was trying to remember...Garry got very guilty. He hadn't...meant to...

Garry looked at her with concerned eyes, feeling so sorry. Too sorry almost for words.

"Garry..."

...

"You really don't remember...it's okay...I'm sorry, Ib."

It's not okay, this was NOT okay.

Sorry? Why was he sorry? Garry's words only made her more confuse, it felt like anything about this would only get her more questions than answers.

Instead, trying to calm down -as if the confusion wasn't unsettling her- she said, "it's okay."

It really didn't feel like it was his fault she can't remember though, honestly. Her instincts tell her that it was none of his fault. Hesitantly, she added; "it's... nice to meet you, Garry."

Sure, add a touch of awkward to this situation. Another introduction. Introducing each other FOR THE SECOND TIME.

This was too hard to deal with, and Garry could probably tell that Ib wasn't feeling much better. Garry sure wasn't. He was trying to not show it either.

"Nice to...meet you too."

...

"I teach painting here, perhaps I'll see you there?"

To make him more miserable? Not really. A. He is a teacher. B. Maybe...maybe soon she'll remember. Maybe.

Oh, he's teaches painting here. She does like drawing...

She quietly gave a nod. Maybe, just maybe, she had a feeling she might get answers from Garry. Garry's her dear friend, after all.

Wait, where did that thought come from.

Without realizing it, she shook her head a bit furiously. Amnesia or otherwise, she can't just easily think things because Garry seemed like someone familiar to her.

Well at least she was insistent. He was honestly afraid she find it too weird and reject him outright. Well...so...

Garry tried to force a smile. There it is.

He nodded. "Wonderful, see you there."

[Before you even got a chance to make your network post, Ib, there was a purple-haired girl who shot up as soon as the door to the dorm opened.]

VIANNnnnn... [Wait who was that.] Hello?

Edited 2012-10-02 18:35 (UTC)

[SLOWLY WHIRLS AROUND. Oh hello there.]

Hello.

[Master of conversation is Ib.]

[Ai's confused expression quickly turns to excitement when she realizes...]

Ah! You're my new roommate! My name is Ai the Pikmin, who are you!?

[Her eyes lit up quite a bit, it's her roommate! They seem like a very nice person, that eases her quite a bit- at least she can possibly make friends with her. What's a Pikmin though...]

My name's Ib, I just transferred here.

Ohhh! Well welcome to Smash Academy! I hope you like it here. You can ask me any question you want, because I've been here for a year and know a lot already!

[Squeak! She's so excited!]

It's really nice to have a roommate again! My other roommate, Casey, just left, and I've been sort of lonely all by myself. Where did you transfer from, Ib? Are you a human? Do you like to draw?

[Aaaaaaa stop talking, Ai.]

[Whoaa quite the talker, which is kinda hard for her to keep up vocally. Instead she nodded in response, yes she is human and yes she likes to draw sometimes.

As for school...]

I'm... from the town on the left?

[Like really, really left. She can't remember the direction nor if Ai might know the town's name.]

[A human who likes to draw! That's exciting to know! Ib the human!]

The town on the left? ... Are you from Final Destination City? I am! I'm from the garden!

[She shook her head, FDC is still near, her town's farther- way farther.

INTENSE EYES ARE A GO. She tilted her head in confusion, you're from a garden?]

[Ai just tilts her head back.]

If you're not from Final Destination City, where are you from?

hi ib!

[how is that pronounced? it seems strange...]

my name is amy rose. :) are you new here?

hello, i just moved here.

[Wait no, that's not the word. How do you spell 'transfer'...]

Edited 2012-10-04 09:30 (UTC)

really? that's great! where are you from? are you from earth?

Hello, Ib!

Welcome to the school! [Assuming she's new...]

hello, thank you.

[Everyone is very welcoming! It's kinda a bit hard that she's not really sure how to make conversations longer...]

My name is Tails. Are you settling in well?

Hello, Ib. Do you need assistance settling in?

hello. it's ok, you don't have to go through the trouble

I'm the resident adviser. Making sure new students are settled is my job.

Edited 2012-10-06 01:35 (UTC)

[If Sig remembered his own post, he would have realized how familiar this was. But nope.]

Hello ib.

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