[M] - Broken (takando & Storm)

[takando]

The first thing she knew was burning in her chest. A painful burn somewhere on the right that dragged her slowly back to consciousness.
Everything was foggy and blurry. People were around her and words were spoken that echoed incomprehensibly unnatural. A faint cry escaped her lips as one figure bent over her and sharp pain pierced her chest right where the burning was. Then she felt as some liquid was falling to the spot and it added even more burning and stinging feeling before her mind gave up and she drifted back to the sweet black dreamless dream away from pain and burn.

As she came back to her senses the first thing she realized was the soft sound of waves breaking to he shore. The burning in her chest was gone but faint pain was still there. As she slowly breathed in the pain became slightly stronger but strangely she also felt bit out of breath.
However the feeling disappeared soon as she continued to breath calm and steady. Around that time she noticed that she was laying on her back what supposedly be a bed of some sort.
The mattress under her felt bit hard but still acceptable. Something of that sensation felt familiar but she couldn't point it to any place or situation.

As she slowly opened her eyes she see ceiling made of bamboo branches and walls covered by bamboo as well. Air felt hot and humid, but surprisingly nothing too unbearable. Simple wooden made window shades on her left were pulled down but they left enough light trough to tell that it was daytime.

Somewhere outside she was able to hear singing of various birds and on one direction several children playing. Someone was chopping wood with axe and a rooster who obviously had lost his voice long time ago. Truly a hideous sound.
A bit closer she heard some adults speaking but couldn't make out anything what they said.

She moved a little her arm and noticed that she had been dressed to loose yellow and brown colored robe which covered her decently but allowed quite free of movement and around her chest was wrapped white cloth bandage.
She stretched very slowly trying her arms and legs which seemed to be OK, just very relaxed after long sleeping.
Well her body seemed to be OK aside the hurt on the right side of her chest just below the right breast and the odd fact that she had a bit hard to breathe. Oh and now that she thought it she had a light headache also.

Now when she was awake she was able to observe her surroundings.
On the right side of the small room there was small wooden drawer with simple design, a chair and tiny night table between that and her bed. She noticed a framed picture on the table displaying of a couple, most likely in their early 30s. On the wall she noticed glass less window with bamboo shutters pulled down but letting air flow in and out from the room. On the far side of the room there was a closed door also made of bamboo and the floor, which was made of concrete, was covered by various of colorful carpets. All in all the room was neat and clean but very simple.

The building itself as she observed it seemed very low cost and light built one using as much natural materials as possible.

[Storm]

As the world around her comes more clearly back into focus and she is able to take in her surroundings, she remains on the bed for a few moments as a soft warm breeze passes through the room. The air feels nice against her skin as the sounds outside the room she is in start to become more prominent.

Natural thoughts drift through her mind … where am I … how did I get here … her respiration quickens as the thought drifts through of 'who am I?'.

More on instinct than anything else, she finally sits up in the bed. She softly bites at her lower lip as a painful jolt goes through her body starting from her chest causing her to let out a pained gasp. The room greys for a moment while she comes to grips that sitting so soon was not the best decision she could have made. The previous memories of warm pain around her chest and a silhouette over her register that she had suffered some form of injury.

As the room comes back into focus, she runs her fingers across the robe she wears. The material is soft against her fingers, obviously of good design, not rough and course. Her gaze falls on the couple in the framed picture upon the table. The couple do not appear familiar to her yet she lets out a nervous laugh more to herself. Her thought drifts to 'I don't know who I am, how would that couple be known to me, do I know them?' as her breathing increases again, more out of frustration than worry.

As the sharp pain in her chest subsides, she is not ready to look under the robe to see how bad this injury she obviously sustained is, she is more interested in what is outside. Is this her home, did someone find her, more concerning … is it safe here?

Carefully she sets her hands on either side of the bed as she swings her legs around to try and get out of bed. As her feet touch the floor, the carpet felt soft to her feet but it was obvious that under the carpet was a much harder surface than traditional flooring. As she begins to stand, the room seems to spin and her vision clouds for a brief moment, her legs are wobbly and don't seem to be able to support her weight. Having a grip on the bed, she does not tumble to the floor which would have happened had she not taken that early precaution. It becomes obvious that she needs to take things slower also giving concern that the injury to her chest was pretty severe.

She struggles to return to her bed giving her body a chance to recover from the strain of trying to stand. As her vision returns normal, she continues looking upon the room and surroundings. She runs her fingers through her shoulder length black hair while nervously biting softly at her lower lip. Thoughts return of 'where is this' … 'what happened to me' … 'who am I'?

As another gentle warm breeze drifts through the room, there is a slight coolness felt to the side of her face where the moist tears begin to trickle down from her chocolate brown eyes.

[takando]

Her mind raced as she tried all her best to remember. Places, sounds, emotions anything but nothing came out.
And then she felt, or rather realized the hollow silence inside her mind. Something that just shouldn't be gone was missing there. Something that felt as it was torn out from her and she didn't even had idea what she had lost other than that it had been very important.

Her vision turned black and white as she struggled to stay up as the blood felt to escape her head. Everything felt cold and was spinning heavily. She struggled to remain conscious and little by little the shock subsided and world gained back it's colors and she was able to feel warmth again.

The tears fell trough the cheek stopping for a moment to her jawline where she reached to wipe it away and as she did that her finger brushed her neck. The hard curve of neck bone that was there. The sensation felt familiar just the edge of her memory but still she couldn't remember it. On the other side of her neck she felt similar bone. A similar crescent shaped bone was there arching from the back of her jaw towards her throat. Her finger trailed the bone from up to down and right under the bone on the bottom half of it she found two seams tightly shut at the moment but hinting of a two holes both sides of her lower throat.
They felt totally natural yet alien to her.

She wiped another tear from her eyes and had her vision focused to the picture more clearly now.
In the picture there was young lady with shoulder long black hair. She was wearing elegant yet simple blue dress showing a bit of formality. Next to her, right behind, was standing a handsome man wearing a yellow-brown camouflage colored military uniform that aside the right hand Idran flag, didn't have any sign of rank or division displaying.
On his chest on the left there was name written 'James Ernoch' and on the right. 'Peoples Republic Army' and right below that 'Quadrant Prime co.'

His left hand was behind the woman and his right was holding hers. Now she noticed a beautiful ring with something like a small diamond in the center on the woman's ring finger and also more simple and masculine one on the finger of the man.

[Storm]

As her breathing normalized and she drew focus more upon her surroundings, particularly the photograph of the man and woman. The name 'Emoch' seemed foreign to her thoughts yet a sense of familiarity at the same time.

Gazing upon the man in the photo more and the writing on the patch 'Quadrant Prime.....'. She drifts into thought, should that name have some meaning, is this where she is at? Does she know this man or does this room she explores belong to him?

Another gentle breeze drifts through the room as she inhales to try and process any other smells which might linger in the air. She quietly listened to the sounds outside the room she lays, focusing more upon what the older sounding voices were saying trying to set the children's voices to the background.

She softly bites at her bottom lip as her fingers gently trace her skin now trying to access if there are any signs of injury to account for her pain. Her thoughts drift on trying to remember if nothing else, how she got where she was which would be the first step in unraveling who she was. She slowly closes her eyes allowing her hearing to paint a better picture of what lies outside this room.

[takando]

Now when her eyes were closed her mind became more active. It pictured the small room and somehow she became aware another room besides her, which was empty. Front of them there was open terrace where a person most likely was sitting right next to her door and chopping a fruit or vegetable with something sounding like a long, bit dull knife.

Kids voices vere distant but she quite didn't get what they were saying. her mind however told that they likely spoke of Urda, language she understood but wasn't her mother language. Some striking words started to came out of their shouting like "come", "here", "no" and "follow". She tried tried to remember anything related to this language she got only messed up fragments of frustration, bright light and uncomfortable chair as a memories.

Like instinct her mind or rather dormant knowledge pointed the talking to Urda countryside which would mean Planet Idoka equatorial zone, Urdan Autonomous region of People's Republic of Idra. "Quadrant Prime", the name sounded familiar. The man of the picture was wearing a military uniform.
"Quadrant Proctect co. it was familiar name and even she couldn't remember why, it gave her friendly feeling.
While listening the kids sounds she felt that if she could reach her mind out of her body a little bit more she could make out better what they were talking.

Her focus got interrupted by the hideous crow of the rooster nearby. Whoever have raised that bird surely have had it cry way too many times. In fact it sounded a miracle that the rooster didn't start coughing after such sound.
She gathered her focus again and moved to the men. They were the hardest to come up anything. but she was able to count 7 or 8 of them gathered around working on something and which seemed like chit chatting meanwhile. She was able to hear more chopping sounds from that direction. It brought her mind axe or such but also smaller tools she didn't get clear image because of the distance. Her mind started to wake again just as it was ready to reach out of her body to get closer look of the men.

Her nose brought a faint aroma of smoke from outside. By the smell it was from open fire cooking because she was able to smell coconut and fried fish with it.

That's when her fingers found on her right side just next to her breast, under the arm, a small injury breaking the focus again. It was round hole, now slowly healing and the hole itself felt like going straight to her right lung. To think about this made totally sense why she felt bit out of breath. She open her eyes and looked at the spot under the clothing.

The skin had as she had felt a round hole kind of scar. The scar itself felt sensitive but the skin which was bit purplish in color felt numb.