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Obligatory "how's my driving" post. Let me know how I'm playing Wanda. Am I doing it right? Am I horribly off-base? Good criticism is what I need~ This is my first time playing Wanda so I want to hear what all of you think about her~! 

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I see.

[[ooc: Melanie showed Wanda her memories of her real life and such which has caused her to snap out of it, but she's not telling anyone in her 'family' so long as they're still affected. XD]]

Something... its not... right.

Melanie... Her voice still rings clear in my head. And... it protests this. She is saying that my mind has become faulted, the thinking process skewed. She prefers more colorful words than the ones I use but her point is still clear.

Its what she speaks of that has me confused... That... I have no family. I don't understand... My mother, my father, my brothers... they are my family. I know this to be true. But Melanie keeps saying I am wrong.

I know my family...

... Right?

Humans are so violent... even when it is unnecessary...

They are feeding me, but I fear why they keep me alive. They don't believe Melanie is in here, and I can't tell them she is or they will kill me. It seems Jared is fighting to keep this body alive... Even I can see he does not care for me... I won't tell them my secret... Not even Melanie knows. No human will ever know...

I knew there would be an attack. Many still hate me here. There were three of them. They were going to hurt Jared to get to me. I've never needed to act as I did today... I threw myself in front of the attack. Not that it did much. Ian got his hands around my neck until Jeb showed up with his gun. I hate violence... and I hate weapons, but that gun may be the only thing keeping me alive. My neck still hurts so much...

No one talks to me... I just stay in this hole... I don't know what to do anymore... where to go from here. Its only a matter of time before they kill me.

No no no! It was supposed to be closer. The map... the lines... whatever they are! They said it would be closer!

The straight line... my goal... Its too far away! I can't make it. I can't travel that far in this desert. And I can't make it back home. I have no food. No water. I already feel so weak as it is...

Am... am I going to... die? Is this it? My final end... And for humans I don't even know.

Melanie.... I tried.

I found more water... thank god... I was almost out. And some food. Its not much... but its something.

I'll be out again tomorrow. This isn't going to last.


[[ooc: Sorry Wanda's posting so much... just keeping her canon moving. It moves fast in the beginning. XD It'll calm down soon.]]

I hate the desert. I'm all alone... I don't even know if I'm going to find anything. I drank half my water supply Yes Melanie... I know my attempts to spite you backfired! I don't know how much longer the food supply is going to last. Its too late to turn back now... I don't even think I could if I wanted to. Its highly possible I may reach my final end out here. And you know what.... I don't think I'd care. That's how badly I'm losing control of this body... I guess I am weak....


I'm all alone out here. Only Melanie... She retreats into her memories often. She especially goes over that last one... again... and again.... I think she's mad she failed, but grateful that I'm not going to betray her. The memory is so horrifying, though... but its one of the strongest due to how new it is. This body hasn't forgotten.



We're running. Faster and faster. We think we've failed. We think we've lost. They... Jared... Jamie... They've lost. They'll be in danger. We're so scared, so angry. They're chasing us, the Seekers. They tell us  to be careful. The danger is ahead. Its behind too, we think. Then we see what they mean. The shaft. The empty elevator shaft. That's when we make our plan. Not a way to survive, but a way to win. We just have to keep going... We want to laugh as we hear them begging us to stop. We imagine them grabbing but missing. And then there's emptiness. We're flailing, searching for something to grab, to hold onto. But its too late for that. Then a thud... we hear it before we feel it. Pain... its everywhere. Not high enough we think. So much pain... make it stop...



I hate this memory. Its so painful... so violent... she threw her life away... how could she?! Why... it hurt so much... and in the end, it was for nothing...

I hate this body.

She is taking me to the mountains. They are there. My... no they are hers, though this body loves them.... Her Jamie. Her Jared. I will take her to them, prove she is still alive. They deserve that much from me. I have taken everything from them... they deserve to know she is not lost. I owe them this much.

I... I don't think people like me here. They... they seem upset by me. I don't mean to upset anyone. You must understand, the only human I speak with is Melanie, and she is biased. As am I. Its hard to view this from another's eyes. But... I see that many of you disapprove of me.

I'm very sorry for this.