by Stray-chan » Sat Jun 19, 2010 6:22 pm
Christine looks up the former names of all the girls that can remember, including herself, though it takes a couple tries for her to type "Justin" instead of "Christine". "That's weird... reports of us going missing have already been posted... last week? And they aren't back-dated." She takes a deep breath. "Whatever caused this is really weird, but totally worth investigating! Time to put my parapsycological knowledge to use!" She is quiet for a moment, thinking. "Well, the people that we are now aren't ghosts or anything, so its not that... maybe some force just really wanted us to come in to being? Or come here, at least. Weird." Noticing Heather's sad look, Christine gives her a gentle pat on the hand and a warm smile.
She then searches for information on the other girls, and seems rather surprised when she turns up fairly extensive histories of most of them. "Champion cheerleader... dedicated student... talented actress... heh, total chatterbox!" Christine says, smiling, as she found info on Katie, Heather and Tara, the smile changing to one of bemusement on looking up Dawn. Kitty's, though, makes it fade. "Orphan... well, I guess that's why you're here," she says looking at Kitty.
Then she looks up herself. "Seems I went to the same high school, same college, can't see if I majored in the same thing, though." Another link immediately brings up a link to her modeling pictures, which brings a deep blush to her cheeks. "Oh, wow, um..." She froze up and pictures of her posing in a pink bikini, a revealingly torn goth-punk outfit and a lacy black bra and panties set remain on the screen.
She remembered those photo shoots; they paid so well, and the photographers were always so flattering, how could she pass them up? While waitressing had paid the bills, modeling had covered buying fun stuff. The punky shoot had been her favorite of any of them, she had gotten to play around with lots of fun looks and costumes, including a ballgown, a corset and even a sultry princess outfit! She still had copies of that whole shoot, even though the company didn't use most of them. She wondered if her new job, the one that came with the apartment, would pay well enough to let her expand her wardrobe beyond its current rather meager state.
Wait... something was wrong there. It took a moment, but Christine dredged up and held on to the memories of being Justin at that time: he had bused tables and written for fringe 'zines to cover his expenses. "No..." she muttered. "I'm not letting go. I might be Christine now, I might never go back to being Ch... Justin, but I refuse... to... forget!" She concentrated, and though memories as Justin seemed to be fuzzy, they didn't seem to be fading. She nods, closes the tab with the revealing photos of her, checks to see what her major had been, then looks back at the other girls.
"So, anything else I should look up? Do any of you know why you're here?" If their memories were acting like her's... they just might, now.