Posts by LONDON!

//yeah, you got it! Sorry I guess I worded that a little weird.

It hadn't been a very long fall, she'd been fairly close to the ground, but it had still been quite a shock. Laying in the snow, the girl's eyes were open wide with surprise, and a laugh bubbled inside her throat, escaping into the air. Falling had hurt, yes, but something about her whole world spinning in circles was familiar, like she'd done it before, except maybe not on those jagged steps. She almost hadn't heard the concerned voice of Fadingmoon, who seemed to have been behind her in the stairs or something. Whoops, hopefully London hadn't kept her waiting, but there was probably enough room on the staircase for both of them. "I'm alright, and yes I can." she would respond, a rather silly looking grin on her features. Everything about her condition had been so delicate recently, maybe the girl had just needed to fall down a few steps to show her that things were a lot more ordinary than they sometimes seemed.

Don't forget it, that comment seemed to irk everyone a little bit, but perhaps London more than most. You wouldn't expect such a gentle, fragile-looking girl, to seem so affected, but she had somewhat recently lost her memories, so it was really no wonder. Of course, this stranger probably hadn't known that, so although the girl visibly flinched hearing those words, she would also try to take them as inspiration. She wouldn't forget this guy's name. She wouldn't forget anyone's name ever again. Never again would she have to witness someone's heart breaking in front of her. She didn't want to feel like a horrible person, like she'd betrayed someone, as it had been with Jacob. "It's nice to meet you Silas, I'm London." The girl would speak, her slow and unsteady gait taking her over next to Mike.

To see her friend's smiling face was confusing, but in a good way. It brought a smile to her own face, as well as relieving some of the worry within her. It didn't appear as though anything had happened to Mike, at least nothing bad, so then why the note? As he gestured for her to enter, the girl would do so, instantly struck by all the lights and holiday decorations around the hut. It was quite a lovely sight, something she would probably do once she got her hut all figured out. Currently she just had boxes of her belongings in there, having had little time to sort through things when she wasn't exactly good at lifting anything, currently at least.

At his words, a small laugh would erupt from the bandaged clouded leopard. "It's lovely." she mused, the words feeling familiar on her tongue, like she'd said them a million times before. Blue eyes would widen slightly as memories surged through her brain, causing a smile to once again come to her lips. Flowers, there were flowers, A crown actually, someone had given her a flower crown, and then... That's where it ended. Her imaginary brows creased in confusion, and she was left longing to remember more. Surely there was something else, something more? But it was no use chasing missing memories now, in the company of another who had asked her to come see him. "So, why did you want me to come over? Not that I mind or anything." she would ask, the second system rushed and awkward.

Unlike the others who seemed to by rushing to the meeting place, London was just moseying towards it. It's not like she would get there quicker if she walked and faster. With the severity of the nerve damage in her legs she's spend that time she would supposedly save by falling down and getting back up. Even so impatience tugged at her feet, demanding that she increase her speed even though reason told her not to listen. Soon enough she would make it over to the others, and soon enough she did. "Present" the clouded leopard would chirp, seating herself next to Mike.

London had no idea what a bake sale was, but from what she saw, and the words of Cannon, someone whom she had yet to meet as far as she could remember, she could kind of piece things together. Kind of. Having made her way over, the amnesiac gazed at all of the cookies and the pie with a big smile on her face. Perhaps if she still had memories of Jacob's or Lottie's cookies she would see that these weren't made quite as well as those the medics had made, but maybe it was better that way. "They all look really good, could I have one too? Oh, but I don't have anything to give to you..." the girl would muse, her voice quieting as she trailed off. Pausing for a moment, the girl's eyes would suddenly light up again. "I don't have anything right now, but I can pay you back later!"

Although not having many memories at all currently, London had heard a little bit about Christmas. She knew that people gave each other gifts, but she'd never heard of Santa Claus or the writing a list aspect of the holiday. And even if she did have her memory, it would be very little help, as she never knew any of those things before either. So, spotting Cannon, she wasn't really sure what to think. Perhaps he was writing a letter, or drawing a picture, or maybe he was just practicing his handwriting skills. Those were really the only things she could come up with, being as oblivious to holiday traditions as she was. "What are you doing?" the quiet, British accented voice would question, big blue eyes alight with curiosity as the albino clouded leopard approached.

A small smile would appear of London's features as the bandaged girl made her way over to the meeting, listening to Aleksei's announcements. She would seat herself next to Mike on wobbly legs, almost losing her balance as she maneuvered her rump towards the ground. All of the announcements seemed rather fun, although she wasn't sure if she was fit enough to travel to SunClan, at least without the help of an Npc. However hearing Jacob's name, a strange sense of unease filled the clouded leopard. He probably wouldn't want her there. It might help her remember something if she went, but it wouldn't be worth the memory if she just made someone uncomfortable in the process. Besides, most of her memories came in small fragments, like an emotion or a few seconds of a blurry sight, why would this be any different.

Whispers of all sorts of Christmas traditions had reached London's ears recently, but this was not something she had heard of before. What was a Santa, and what was his secret? Was this a game of some sort, and if so, why would you have to sign up in advance to play? It didn't really make sense to the young clouded leopard, but then again, not much of anything Christmas related did, except for Christmas lights, those were always useful. "What is a Secret Santa?" the girl would question, her voice carrying a soft British accent. Maybe if she knew she would play along.

At Fadingmoon's words, London would give a small nod, a smile stretching across her face. She wasn't too sure how good she would be at making presents, but it would at least be fun to try. "Okay, I'm in, sign me up please." the girl would respond. Her gaze swept the crowd, trying to figure out gift ideas for all those currently present.

London had known Alice, once. Not all that well, but probably better than anyone still residing in BlizzardClan besides Arty. Of course, that was before the girl had lost her memories, but here, with the tree and the sight of all of those dead flowers, the clouded leopard could feel her heart ache a tad. Something had been lost here. Something that prompted her to enter, after she'd seen Pierce and Fadingmoon do the same. Alice, that was the name that seemed to be floating around, and after seeing those poor flowers, the name did revive some fuzzy memories of the girl that London had once called her friend. "She was always surrounded by flowers." the albino would muse quietly, almost to herself. Yes, that was it. Alice had always worn a smile, and she'd tried so hard to make sure everyone was happy. If only she could have found something within herself to be happy about too.

London had waited for this opportunity for a while. She had a few boxes of her belongings in a hut empty besides that. Needless to say it wouldn't stay like that much longer. Her paw reached into the box, shaking slightly, anticipation buzzing in her head. A small smile spread across her features, and the girl would pull out the first item in her box, a... cloak? The clouded leopard tilted her head in confusion, her gaze traveling over the item. It had belonged to her mother, but something had happened to them, right? Mar wasn't in BlizzardClan anymore, and they hadn't taken their cloak with them? That seemed strange, hopefully they weren't cold, wherever they were. The next thing in the box was a beaded bracelet, one that had also belonged to Maria. It made London wonder why her mother had left these things here, but she was absolutely certain they were hers. It would break the little girl's heart to find out the dreadful fate that had befallen her mother, perhaps it was better that she believed that the older clouded leopard was just missing, even if both were unsettling.

Next was an item that almost made London cry to see. Her blue Ukulele, Lottie had patched this one up with her after she'd accidentally broken it in her sleep. The strings were horribly out of tune, but the sight of it, still alive and well, was just unbelievable. Mar had given this to her when she'd turned six months old as a birthday present. Bright blue paint still vibrant as ever. Along with it she found her first ukulele, one that came with a lot of great memories as well. It too was unable to play any tunes at the moment with how out of tune it's strings were, but she could fix that. A musician, even an amnesiac musician like herself, could still hear when the pitch was right. Snapping the first peg, London would turn it and pluck until the whole instrument seemed to vibrate. Then she continued with the next string, and the next, and the next, until every string sounded just about how it should. She did the same with the blue ukulele, comparing the sounds of both instruments until she was satisfied with both.

If anyone were to peek through the open door, perhaps attracted by the sounds coming from the previously lifeless den, they would find her surrounded by the aforementioned items, all neatly laid around her, as the bandaged girl continued to dig through the boxes.