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Currently following the life of a Bluebeard

1.0 Week 1, Day 1

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I woke up this morning with no clue to where, or who I am.

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So I started walking to the closest building I could find.

A short hike

Hours of Operation: 11AM-10PM

Of course it is closed.

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From my vantage point on the hill, I could see a building that looked like a City Hall. By the time I walk there, it should be open. Certainly someone can tell me something about who I am.

When I arrive, the doors are locked. I shake them out of frustration.

“WHERE IS EVERYBODY?!” Of course, no one hears me.

My stomach rumbles loudly.

When is the last time I ate?

I search my tattered pant pockets and pull out a few simoleans.

I have to find food.

Where is everyone?

Through the snow-covered buildings, I followed my nose, and find a small Diner…and surprisingly, it’s open.

Civilization

I was so famished, I failed to ask my server if they knew anything about me.

I emerge from the diner to an interesting couple. I definitely don’t want to interrupt them.

Young love?

I heard a young woman speak.

“You look lost, Bluebeard.”

I looked around, and that’s when I saw her.

“Excuse me? Do I know you? Do you know me?”

A new stranger

“Well”, she said, “I don’t really know you. We’ve seen you around town for about a week. You haven’t said anything to anyone, so we all have just let you be.”

A week?! 

You seemed a bit…unapproachable. You just kind of walk around during the day, and go back to your tent in the evening.”

“I have no idea where I am. I don’t even know who I am”, I confessed.

An easy listener

“Oh my goodness! I had no idea! You must be freezing! Listen, I work at the salon. It’s just around the corner. I have to hurry back to my house now, but go, and tell them Jasmine sent you. They will get you cleaned up, and some new clothes. Don’t worry about the cost”

An angel

I followed her directions.

I was freezing. I didn’t seem to be in a position to pass up help.

Salon

I go in. It is warm inside.

The lady at the front counter looks at me in disgust.

“What are you doing here, Bluebeard?”

Why did she call me that too?

“Hi. Jasmine sent me.”

“OOooh. Why didn’t you say so? She is such a kind soul. Follow me. You can get cleaned up in the bathroom, then we can talk about clothes. Don’t take too long. We close in 30 Minutes.”

“Thank you”, I replied.

I looked in the mirror.

I see why they are calling me Bluebeard…

Cleaning up

I walked out and was led to a platform with mirrors.

“My name is Mary. What’s yours?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

And I didn’t.

Who am I

“Well, that sucks.” she said as she was measuring my arms.

That’s an understatement.

Mary worked quietly after that.

I don’t know who I am, but I sure do clean up well!

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“Thank you, Mary. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“No problem, stranger.”

We walked out of the salon. Mary locked the door behind her. She shook my hand and slipped me some cash.

“I called you a cab. You’ve had a long day, and your tent is far. Good luck.”

I was speechless.

She smiled kindly at me then walked to her car.

The cab arrived seconds later.

The driver drove me to the land where my tent was set up.

Did I really walk this far today? 

Back at the tent

It had been a long day. I started a fire in the pit. My mind was racing too fast to go to sleep just yet.

“Bluebeard” 

I kind of like it…

Warmth

I let my mind slow down as the fire died down.

I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings…

Sleeping

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3 thoughts on “1.0 Week 1, Day 1

  1. I really like the way you started your legacy it seems more story-like this way. The zombie at the end was pretty cool don’t you just love those random moments 🙂

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