Private What Was Lost

[Tegan Farron]

Location: Some bar
Attire: Still in her workout clothes
Tags: | Jallo Karaay |

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It had been a long day. The sort that worked a person to their most exhausted point, and then demanded more of them even still. After such a day, any normal, sane person would have retreat to their barracks and crashed for the night - perhaps longer, considering there was nothing expected of the lot of them the following day. But not Tegan, no. She had trouble sleeping, no matter how exhausted she was. Images she didn't remember and therefore she didn't understand; faces she could recognize but not place any other details with. Glimpses of things, memories maybe? That just didn't add up...It was all very frustrating, and made it hard for the blonde to even want to sleep, much less actually do so.

Even now she still remained in her workout attire. The tanktop fit snug to her frame, though was cut off just as her midsection. The pants were form fitting and flexible, meant to be worked in, and made not to rip or tear in the process. It was perfect for vigorous workouts, and that had been exactly what the day had been spent doing. Though now with sleep looming out of reach, Tegan had retreated to the nearest bar scene. It was lower end, less populated, and just dark enough to keep the glare from adding to her headache. The fact that the bartender knew her drink helped matters some, and when he brought her a refill to her table no less, Tee offered him a thankful smile before cradling the glass between her hands.

It was still difficult, to face the people she was supposed to know. To stand along side people who knew her so well, but she couldn't recall nor flesh up memories for. But now it was at least easier for her to handle. While yes, sleeping was still frustrating, the day to day was easier to deal with. Tee didn't wallow in her alone time, or become overly frustrated when her day would begin to come to a close and she no longer had things to keep her busy. No, now she would reflect, contemplate - try to remember sure, but not be bogged down by it. New memories could be made after all, and while that was hard for everyone involved, it merely seemed as if that was how things would be.

The only things that made sense were things about herself. What she was, what she could do; it all came so very natural to her. But everything else? There was a fog she just couldn't seem to break through. And so rather than weigh herself down, or spend her evening fighting sleep, Tegan merely picked up the glass she had, had between her hands and lift it to her lips so that she could take a slow, deep pull from it.

Tonight she would simply relax, and let what was going to be, simply be.

 

[Jallo Karaay]

She was after all a creature of habit, and it helped he knew that habit well. He sat at a table far enough away to not intrude but near enough to keep an eye on her, he didn't feel right sneaking around but given what had happened to Tee, and the fact that he was responsible for her current state, well he was content to remain at a distance and make sure didn't get into more trouble than she could handle, she if she had all her wits about her and knew that he was being mopey and protective, yea she would probably beat him senseless, he smirked a bit as he brought his glass to his lips before downing the contents in one go, in truth, there was no maybe about it she would absolutely kick his ass.

If she did bother to look his way he was dressed in simple clothes, going for the civilian rather than military look, the goal here was low profile not to stand out, in truth this was not the first time he had shadowed her, truthfully he hoped is stealth skills were as good as he thought because the last thing he wanted to do was to further upset her. He sat there a moment and sat the glass down gently before he folded his hands in front of him allowing his mind to wander a bit.

Tegan Farron

 

[Tegan Farron]

Tag: | Jallo Karaay |

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Perhaps it was ingrained training, or perhaps it was merely that sensation one gets when instinct tells you that someone is watching you. Either way, the little hairs standing on end for Tegan had been more than enough to cause the blonde woman to look around - albeit slowly and casually as to not seem crazy nor paranoid. As such, it didn't take her long to find Jallo, and she exhaled heavily through her nose. For a long moment she stared at him, lips pursed and brow pulled down which gave her quite the displeased expression. This wasn't the first time she had caught him loitering about after all, and something told her it certainly would not be the last time either.

So with a sigh, Tegan scooped up her glass and got up from her seat so that she could cross the distance between them. She did not ask if she could sit with him, she merely set her glass down and then sat heavily into the seat across from his. Her body then slouched against the back support of her chair and she folded her arms beneath her bust as she stared hard at the man seated across the table from her.

"You know, stalking is very much so frowned upon." she stated, matter of fact like. "And you've reached the stage of it where you're not even really trying to hide it anymore." Sassy, as always. While her memory may not be intact, no one could say that she still wasn't the same ol' Tegan when it came down to it.

 

[Jallo Karaay]

Was he surprised when she marched over and dropped into the seat giving an angry stare? Not really, its what any sane or rational person would do if they felt threatened or pressured by something he sighed, picking up his glass and finished the glass before waving the waitress over and ordering another. He shook his head slightly and leaned back in his chair. "Yea, I suppose from your point of view that would be what this looks like. Can't fault you there, but that is not what this is. If you really want an explanation there is a question I need to pose first. What do you remember of the incident where you lost your memory?"

He knew she would bristle at this but he took a sip from his glass before returning it to the table and leaning forward before folding his hands in front of him, however, he stayed well outside of her personal space he knew better than to push that far. Her response to his question would, of course, determine how far he could take this conversation if he misjudged he risked pushing her away possibly for good

Tegan Farron

 

[Tegan Farron]

Tag: | Jallo Karaay |

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Oh Tegan bristled alright, enough so that her arms fell away from her body so that they could brace against the table in front of her instead. Her fingers flexed occasionally, not quite curling into fists but the action to do so was there. Her frown had deepend, and while she was still looking at Jallo seated across from her, she was almost looking through him. This wasn't a subject she liked to discuss, especially considering how often she was reminded of it, day in and day out.

But, clearly this was going somewhere. Tee wasn't oblivious enough, or angered enough even to miss that fact. He knew something from before - another not uncommon thing, but no less frustrating - and clearly it was important enough that he was following her around now whether she liked it or not.

"I don't remember much at all," she finally answered through a sigh. "I remember that it happened on a mission. I remember there was debris or something falling from overhead, and it was going to do a lot of damage or worse to not just me. I remember thinking 'it's me or them' and feeling really strongly about it not being them." Her shoulders then shrugged and while her frown was still deeply etched into her expression, it wasn't hardened any longer. "But that's it. Nothing with clarity from before that."

Still the same story, still the same blank pieces and empty before. Still frustrating to think about or try to explain, but she at least did so this time without losing her temper.