Julie Grigio (
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redshiftrp2020-10-14 07:36 pm
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So... few of us here have come from other places, right?
[She tucks her hair behind her ear and a few of the shorter strands fall forwards again. Annoyed, she puffs them out of her face with a quick exhale.]
I guess that doesn't matter, really-- Would you want to forget it all?
[Julie pauses, then adds some clarification.]
Where I've been, people didn't remember stuff after they left. Sometimes they'd come back and not remember they'd been there. Would you want that, or... would you want to remember?
[She tucks her hair behind her ear and a few of the shorter strands fall forwards again. Annoyed, she puffs them out of her face with a quick exhale.]
I guess that doesn't matter, really-- Would you want to forget it all?
[Julie pauses, then adds some clarification.]
Where I've been, people didn't remember stuff after they left. Sometimes they'd come back and not remember they'd been there. Would you want that, or... would you want to remember?

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[She pushes her hair back, frowning.]
But there's a lot of shit I could do without.
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[Sure, the last month was probably the hardest of his young life. But, he grew from it, so that was a good thing, right?]
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[There's a good deal of Julie's life that she doesn't like. Parts of herself - the hard, jagged-edged parts - that she doesn't want. But she is who she is.]
Sometimes life is just shit.
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[Surprisingly, Yamamoto too, it's why his dad had to teach him such a lesson, show his son and try to help him accept the parts of him he did not like. He does okay or at least he pretends pretty well and always encourages his friends.]
Yeah, but it makes you appreciate the good more.
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[It comes out harsher than she means it, though the barb isn't directed at Yamamoto. Julie can still remember how her father was before, when he would play guitar while her mother sang, but she can't even be sure if those memories are real and not just tainted with the rosy lenses of childhood.
Everything from her tweens onwards is bitter-tasting and sharp. Innocence lost.]
But I guess... the good is pretty good when there's not a whole lot of it.
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[His dad taught him to fight but he knows he is lucky in that his dad also taught him how to care and was always loving and supportive. For most of his life, he just thought that's how it was, but he has learned since, that not everyone has that.
Most of his friends do not have that and he wishes he could show them even a little of what it was like, because being lucky he wants to share that luck with those he cares about.]
Yeah, we can pick what we hold onto, me I'll pick the good, like ice cream in the summer, or fireworks with my friends, first kisses, those are really nice, wouldn't want to forget those.
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I'd want to forget parts of it. Not all of it.
[He looks lost in thought for a moment, fidgets with the thick collar around his neck.]
Where I've been, people left and came back, and they were still the same person, but from different times. I'm starting to think that when you leave, places like this... or anywhere that isn't home is something like a dream.
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Mm... I've seen that happen too.
[Or it's the same person, but they don't remember anything.]
I left the last place, then went back... and I didn't remember it while I was gone.
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I wonder if I were to go back home, would those all be gone...
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[She puffs out a sigh.]
I'd just like to have one fucking normal day.
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Electing to forget something is intentionally removing potential advantages that experience brings. Only a fool would choose it.
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[Okay, fair answer.]
What if the thing you want to forget doesn't have any advantages?
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[She's going to give a tart reply, but she bites it back.]
So, everything's an opportunity, huh?
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[ There's plenty of unwelcome things he'd like to purge from his memory banks too, but pride and spite more often dictate him. ]
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[He has a point, she supposes.]
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No.
[ He says it carefully. It's not that there aren't things he wants to forget, after all. ]
I wouldn't be who I am without the things that happened to me.
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[Because Julie doesn't always like the person she is, and she's been through a lot of things that no one should have.]
There's really nothing you'd not want to just let go of?
cw: depression references
So again, he doesn't reply immediately.
She is, after all, making a very good point. ]
There's a lot I'd want to be rid of. But it's not as simple as that, because the worst things that have happened to me led to other things, things that are more important than bad memories. No matter how bad they are sometimes.
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But maybe he has a point, too. If the bad things that had happened to her hadn't happened...]
I guess. [She huffs out a sigh through her nose.] There's just... been a lot of bad, and not a lot of good.
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I understand. Sometimes it seems like it would be easier if those things just never happened.
[ He pauses, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. ]
If you'd asked me a couple of years ago, I'd probably have said something different.
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[Sometimes it would be easier if a lot of things in her life had never happened, but that would take out a hell of a lot of her life. Things hadn't really been going right for her since before she hit double figures.]
I get it. A couple of years ago I might have said something different as well. [Something more hopeful, maybe. When she had a boyfriend she thought might want to marry her and when things weren't blowing up all around her.] But life just... fucking happens, doesn't it.
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