Back in Town (open)

[osharic]

Osharic smiled feeling the wind on his face. It was good to be back but he felt out of place here. Before he would have scoffed at the idea of coming back but after all of this chaos with his power he felt like America wasn't the right place for him at the moment. And he liked his grandparent. They were so nice and it was good to see them after so long away from them. He lay on his bed bouncing his heels to a song on his stereo. It was an American band he loved them that was one plus side about America, the music was amazing and always made him feel something. Not like the music over here. It had no meaning to him but no, American music could influence his mood. Making him happy or sad or just plain angry.

Osharic sighed and clicked the radio off and walked out of his room putting a book that had fallen back on the desk in its precarious spot. He walked out and greeted his grandparents. "I'm going to look around." He said and waved farewell to them. He trotted down the short three steps up to their door. It was a warm day compared to the frigid temperatures of Maine. God only knows why his parents went to Maine. He was out in jeans and a t-shirt. He walked toward the park. Yes, he remembered this place well. He smiled touching the small slide and looking across the grass to the place where he and Cassandra used to play. He wondered if she was still around. It would be amazing it they could reunite.

He sat cross legged and reached for the Earth's memories. The Earth had the best memories. The Earth knew all and never forgot anything. There had been a battle across the street from here ages ago and she still remembered that. He remembered his grandmother taking him there. She had always sensed something there but she could never see it. He had the ghosts of the past still haunted him in his dreams. Soldiers running toward a battle being cut down like pigs for the slaughter. Here it held better memories. He fell into it glad that his medicine prevented that feeling and the smell of lightning. He saw a little girl and boy. It was Cassandra and him. He watched as they linked their pinkie fingers and smiled. "I'll come back and when I do we can be friends forever." Little Osharic said and Cassandra nodded, "And you can marry me." She said brightly. He chuckled as he nodded and laughed.

He pulled out of the vision and felt the happiest he had been since he had gotten his power. He had spoken to his sister yesterday. He remembered that she had told him that she had seen the first time that Osharic had tried to defend her against some bullies and had come home with a split lip and a giant bruise of a face. She had called him her hero and told him how much she missed him and he returned that loneliness. He remembered that. He had some home and his parents had rushed out to get him and as they carried him inside he gave Haara a peace sign and the bullies never bothered her again. He smiled those were good memories why could he only see god memories if he really tried. He glanced up and saw something. Actually someone. She looked so familiar, could it be Cassandra? He stood and walked over to her, "Cassandra?" he asked ready to turn and pretend he hadn't asked her that question if it wasn't her.

[cassie]

The music ended abruptly as the ipod was taken from the sleeping girl's hand and deposited onto the floor, all because of a little, unfortunate thing called gravity. She jerked awake as the music player landed with a decidedly loud crash on the carpet beneath her bed, and she jerked into a sitting position. "Crap..." the sleep ridden voice escaped her dry throat, and she swallowed once before diving to the floor, scooping up the ipod, and inspecting its damage. A thorough inspection revealed only one flaw: another scratch on the blue surface of the shiny casing. That was no matter, it still worked, right? It was good enough for now. Really though, she should look into getting a case for the thing...a few more accidents like this, and you wouldn't even be able to tell it had once been blue.

It was a decent hour to wake up...ok, by Cassie it was a decent hour. By most people, it was like twelve and they had all been up for four or five hours already. Whatever. A growing girl needed sleep, right? Right. So that was her justification, did anybody bother her about her sleeping hours. Besides, nobody was home anyways. Her parents were at work and Alexandra was at college now, a good amount of miles between them, though it wasn't far to get to the school that Alex attended. She went there as a music major, learning a new instrument every day it seemed like, Cassie herself had lost count of how many instruments Alex could play. Cassie had never been one for music, no, she much would rather run outside and sprint around then sit in a stuffy room all day.

Shrugging all of those thoughts off, Cassie leapt from the floor, taking her only slightly damaged ipod with her, and went to change. Actually, she should probably shower first, she thought to herself, as she sniffed her long, reddish hair. Ick. So yes, shower first. She set the ipod down and went to the bathroom, taking care of that. Ten minutes and probably a months worth of hot water later, she emerged, hair wrapped in one towel, body wrapped in another. She found a clean pair of jeans after rummaging around in her closet a bit, a t-shirt, and grabbed her favorite blue hoodie, tugging it over her head. After that, she smoothed her hair and secured it in a high pony tail, before slipping the ipod into her jeans pocket. She found her green converse low tops and put those on, then began her short journey to the park.

She walked slowly, stopping at a store on the way there and finding some chewy sour candy, something she pretty much lived off of when her parents weren't around to tell her what to eat and when to eat it and how much of it to consume. She paid for her purchase and then continued on her way. She reached the park soon, and disposed of her hastily eaten gummies, she hadn't realized how hungry she was...she was going to have to eat a real meal soon, her growling stomach was sure to remind her of that little fact. She wandered aimlessly about the park for awhile, trying to decide what to do with herself. A voice cut through her thoughts, and she turned sideways to see the male that this voice belonged to. It didn't sound familiar, but he knew her name.

She studied the boy, no spark of recognition lighting up her face, though she knew she should remember this boy somehow...who was he? "Um. Yeah, that's my name....most people call me Cassie though. Who're you? And how did you know my name?" a suspicious glare was sent his way, before she shrugged. Hey, she wanted company, didn't she? And hey, even if this guy turned out to be some insane creepy psycho stalker man, at least she would be entertained, right? That was her logic, for the present. So she got a little closer, studying him, that nagging feeling of memory tugging at her. How did she know him? Where was he from? School, or something? If only she could remember.

[osharic]

((OOC: sorry sucky post!!))

Osharic smiled happily that it was her and not some random stranger. His face fell when she didn't recognize him though. He cocked his head to one side. "Cassie then," he said slowly the little Cassandra had always wanted to go by Cassandra at least that was what he had always said and she had never protested. "You don't remember? It's me Osharic!" He said throwing his arms out as if presenting himself. "I used to live here... C'mon you couldn't have forgotten me that easily!" He said actually desperate that she would remember. "Remember? You, me, and Haara? The Asteri's. Any of this ringin' a bell?" He said pointing things out with his hands. He tapped his head and put special emphasis on the way he said bell.

"We used to play right there." he said, "When we were little?" He looked her over for a moment. She had really changed, she looked more mature than the little girl he had left behind. She certainly was a lot hotter now. Much hotter than anyone he'd met in America that was for sure. Key word, met, there were plenty of super models. He shook his head, this was Cassandra he shouldn't be comparing her to a supermodel. "We left when I was twelve?" He was desperate now the only thing he had counted on being good when he returned had been having a chance to hang out with Cassandra again. His mind was spinning perhaps he could get her to remember. Perhaps he could show her. He didn't know if he could do that.

He probably could... he might just go all epileptic on her. That might not be good. No that most likely wouldn't be good. no that would be a failure of epic proportions. He shoo his head he had to try though hand he was sure she wouldn't blame him for 'spazing' out on her. He chuckled at the though for a moment. He shook his head becoming serious again. He looked up at her desperately. "C'mon, there's no way you would have forgotten someone like me." He said desperately trying to think of something to say that might trigger her memory. He'd just been in the memory and he though about saying something about her declaration of marriage but didn't feel like getting slapped in the face today.

He coughed and mimicked his little kid voice, "I'll come back and when I do we can be friends forever." He said wanting her to remember and not wanting to call Haara and being like 'yeah I found her and well she doesn't remember me!' That would get him a tongue lashing from her. Haara might be weak and in bead but her voice was still sharp as daggers when she wanted them to be. She'd scold him for not trying harder. He made big eyes at her willing her to remember him. If not he'd just have to try harder. He wouldn't stop until she remembered him. He was determined not to lose an old friend.

[cassie]

She studied his face, his eyes, his every feature. That bit of her mind at the back still pulled towards him, as if she should definitely know who this was, who this had once been to her. Why wasn't the face ringing a bell, why couldn't she recall a name, or how she knew him, or why she knew him? She had a habit of blocking some memories, just because she didn't like most of her childhood memories, they had just been awkward times. "Um." she said, momentarily lost. She squinted at him for a moment, eyebrow raised. "No, you're not...you can't be." she murmered, taking a step closer to him. If it were him, Osharic...she remembered him from when they were just kids, tweleve or ten or something, tiny little things but the best of friends.

Cassie looked arond as he spoke, her hands trembling slightly as the intensity of the emotions hit her again. She remembered how long and hard she had cried when Osharic had left. Alex could barely get through to her, even her mom had given up hope. Cassie had locked herself in her room for close to three days, only sneaking out for necessary provisionals when she was sure the coast had been clear. Her eyes probably darkened a bit from their usual blue to a light purple as the memories began to flit their way across her mind's eye...as if she were watching some movie, something she hadn't actually been a part of. Finally, she looked at him straight in the eye again. "I remember. I don't remember everything, but I remember the day you left."

Slowly, the memories were sinking in. She didn't know how she could've forgotten him, Osharic had been her best friend, her closet confidant and most trusted partner in crime. And when she needed someone to save her, when she had the nightmares about her dad from when she had been so young, back in Ireland, he had told her that there was no way she could ever get hurt again, because he would protect her. She, being the foolish twelve year old girl only she could be, had been convinced he would be the one she was going to marry some day. So when he moved, it hit her hard. Just like she had lost her dad, she was losing him. Maybe that was why she had pushed it so far from her mind, out of the way and not for her to worry about. Maybe because it just hurt too much to remember, and her subconcious didn't want to hurt her anymore.

She looked him in the eye, her own eyes still glittering a shade of purple, smiling at the memory. "And you can marry me." she whispered. "Osharic how could you do that how could you leave me! Do you know how long I cried? How much I missed you? Do you know what you put me through you stupid, pathetic, mindless, self-centered....wonderful boy?" she sniffled, her over emotional tendencies beginning again, Cassie cried pretty easily. She fairly tackled him, she clung to him, she hugged him tightly to her. She didn't want him to leave again, that was all she wanted: was for him to be with her forever....for ever and ever. "I remember you now. I don't remember everything, it's all kind of a blur. But I remember you."

[osharic]

Osharic blinked and though he saw some recognition in her voice. He shrugged to himself and let her come to her own conclusion. He was slightly taken aback by her next answer. There was no way he could be who he said he was. "Really? Hmm... It seems I've been lied to all of my life." he mocked a very concentrated face ad rubbed his chin as if he was really thinking about it. "Nope can't say that I've ever met another Osharic in my life... my parents are fond of odd names." He grinned happy that at least she remembered an Osharic if not him but then again like he had said there could be no other Osharics... hmm. "Either that, or I have a major identity crisis on my hands." He laughed continuing the dead joke.

He watched her taking in how much she had changed she was really trying to remember. He brightened a beaming smile coming on his face as she said she remembered. She didn't remember it all and that was to be understandable but she said she defined remembered the day he left. He winced and laughed nervously. "Yeah I hated my parents for that. Then when they took me to Maine." He shuttered remembering how cold the first winter had been. Though he got used to it. He was happy that she remembered but unhappy that that was what she remembered the most. "If I could have stayed I would have." He said trying to make amends.

He grinned, "Haara sends her regards, she couldn't come..." he trailed off and regretted telling her bad news but Haara had said she would find out eventually. "She's really sick." He said simply, "She'll call in a few days probably." He hoped she would that would make Haara so happy. Maybe Cassie could come back with him Haara would love to see her and go outside again. He felt really bad as if the illness had been his fault. he had looked so frail when he left but she insisted that he return only requested that he find Cassandra. Just seeing her again made his heart warm. He remembered all the tricks they had pulled together, how she knew all of his secrets... at least from back then. He had told her everything they were like brother and sister, best friends forever.

Osharic jumped at her outbreak and put his arms up in mock defense. "Yeah, I'm sorry!" he said desperately and laughed a little bit ready to dodge blows. "It wasn't my fault." he said in his defense. Then he surprised her with her last outburst. He blinked as he was semi tackled. He grinned and squeezed her back. "I knew you would." he grinned, "I'm hard to forget." He beamed at least she remembered him that was all that mattered. "So what have you been up too?" he asked eager to catch up. "You look well." He beamed, "You've been keeping up with your mischief, right?" he asked mock seriously giving her a measuring glance. He smiled slyly then asked in a teasing voice. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he rose his eyebrows and winked laughing.