#disapperance!bowen

It's another memory. One that had been staring him in the face this whole time. The memories of the people he's met, those two other guys.. and that girl, the girl..what was one of the things they all had in common, in those memories?

The uniform.

While he had, sharply, discovered the reality was different to what he pictures, while it meant more to internally question, it all brought another brainwave. In those strange memories, yes, he still calls them strange, they were all in the North High uniform, but congregated in a room, a club room, since they were, well, part of a club. The clear vision of the armband he recreated was an indicator of that. If there was a club, there had to be a clubroom.

A clubroom.. in this very school..

On that thought, another memory, not one seemingly important before, but one that was now.. came to him. Walking.. down the halls, down to the clubhouse.. to a door. Was that where the club all met?

End of school, up he gets, though not too quick. Of course as ends up in the hall way, instinctively, he decides to put on the armband he otherwise kept in his blazer pocket. Always he affixed it with a single safety pin. Every time he put it on, it still felt the same. Wrong. Not for you. But that helped him. That drove him.

Using that newfound memory, he walked from the main building, along the hall that bridged such with the clubhouse. It was becoming real again, the ‘vintage’ look of such a building bringing a strange hint of nostalgia. This was the way to the clubroom, wasn’t it? But which one was it? Along the halls he went, scanning the signs of each door.. until one stopped him abruptly in his tracks, as if another small, snap memory stopped him.

...The Literary Club?

It was, strange, but at the same time, this was it, this had to be it! And yet, there was a niggling thought in his head that while the sign said ‘Literary Club’, the actual club.. group.. or whatever it was called, it just seemed.. something very different entirely, not at all about books. Still, this was a lead, another small piece of this puzzle.. with more possibly revealed behind this very door.

What was behind this door? What would he find? The very clubroom where it all happened, maybe a world of discovery and memories rest in here.. Would the jigsaw become clearer in here?

Only one way to find out.

He’s running.

Breakneck speed, he doesn't even think as to how fast he bolted towards the unknown. He doesn't even realise he was pacing the train next to him.. at speed.

He did not care.

He was on breakthrough. Something Leland said at Kitaguchi about some schoolgirl she's seen matching a similar description to the girl he's been thinking about, the girl in his memories. The brown hair might be something anyone could have, but the yellow ribbon, oh no, he was latching onto that thought now so tightly he could not let go!

He didn't care how he scuffled his friend at the station demanding answers, this was life or death! A student, yes! Where did she go to? Apparently it was the uniform of some high end school, Kouyouen? A quick look up on the directory, yep! Okay, he's out! Like a flash he is out. He doesn't even bother to take off that damned armband he was wearing, not that he was going to, that was important. There’s a reason he remembers it!

Closing in, paths that do not seem familiar, he doesn't even know what the place looks like, but he's getting closer, he seems to feel it. Those thoughts alternating in his head. Grin, hair, eyes, ribbon, armband, mischievous, angry. His hopes are so high but reality sunk in. What if she wasn't the same girl? What if she wasn't real? What if this was all some dumb figment in his head and the whole time he's been going slowly insane for goodness knows what reason?

He was running late, the school had likely finished for the day, but he hoped he was on the right path, students of such dark uniforms becoming recogniseable. Feet had to slow him, from a bolt, to a run, to a brisk pace, to a slow walk. Nerves shooting up in thought. Was this it? So many things running through his head, the memories, the words, the strange phenomena of breaking things that still haunts him.

What was the end goal of all this? What was he trying to solve?

“It’s Been a Long Time” Sentence Starters - UHUHUHU (Accepting)

That voice. Already it sent a chill down his spine.

The blonde turns to face the man. His face, his hair. A feeling swells in his chest. He has to trust his gut. He knows this man. The flashbacks he's been having over the past few days are getting worse. Visions, people, faces. All a part of this... club.. that he still can't figure out. Hazy thoughts recognising their uniforms as being of the very same school he goes to, North High. But then were they real? Were they here?

That was finally answered only recently, passing by this very individual on the way to school. Right at that moment did a memory hit. He had to be important! It wasn't hard to find out what class he was in. There might have even been a brief encounter at one stage, but he had to follow this up. Maybe after school, provide all the time needed in case this goes on for longer than it should. So a note was written, left on his desk, asking to meet out that little area by Kitaguchi Station right after school. He signed it as 'that blonde guy', to make sure the other knew who wrote this.

He was wondering if he would even show up. Bowen was still in his school uniform. He's wearing the very armband he made the day before, for a number of reasons, not just to remind him of what he's remembering, but maybe, just maybe, an identifier to others, in case he wasn't alone.. and he might not be.

"Not... long... It's okay."

A light smile, but the situation was anything but nice. He tried not to figure out what this guy was even thinking right now. It could really be anything. Bowen had to think of the situation at hand, having brought this man all the way here.