[open commentlog | backdated to day 4 of her amnesia]

[70ftandcounting]

[Fragments of thoughts shift inside of Rapunzel’s mind, and wispy pieces of memory slip away whenever she tried to grasp it. Uncertain as to who she truly is and just what she’s doing here, she’s been wandering the Keep in a listless daze, only eating and drinking when her body reminds her that she is hungry and thirsty, because eating is not something that she remembers to do.
 
She wanders even now, hands loose at her sides and hazel eyes blank and distant while dirty, bare feet take her on an aimless path. Her hair, seventy feet long once more, trails behind her and catches dust and other bits of debris as she walks. The dress she wears is torn and covered in blood, though just who’s it is is questionable. In her hand, she holds a torch that has long been burned out.
 
Approach?]

((ooc: so Rapunzel died. Oops. Feel free to run into her.))

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[yolonceler]

It's okay, no, it's okay. Don't worry about it. See you around, I guess.

[One last look at her face. The Once-ler reassures himself that she might remember one day, or they can just start over from scratch, but he's in such an emotional pit it's hard to boost his spirits. He nods once, curtly, then brushes past her, making for the apothecary. He needs a cigar, he needs a hundred cigars. Anything to get his mind off of... this.

But let's be honest, here. That's not going to happen.]

[70ftandcounting]

[She watches him go, feeling helpless in her inability to remember who he was.

He was important, that much was obvious. Or at least, she was very important to him.

But how?

With a half strangled sob she flees the scene, running in the opposite direction that he had gone, bare feet pounding on the ground until she begins to walk again, momentarily forgetting the conversation that had just happened.]