Mission Seventeen

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[forward-dated to a more reasonable hour; A teenage girl is seen walking through the streets of Paris. She is dressed in a dark suit with a coat over it, and is carrying a cello case across her back. She only looks thirteen or fourteen, but is unaccompanied.

When she comes to an open area the girl takes out the cello and sets up to play. She doesn't choose Christmas carols as expected but instead goes for something different. The case is left open by her side in case anyone feels like donating money]


[ooc: open post to those who might be wandering the streets or over the journal]

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[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[ever since his basejumping stunt the other day, Barney's been keeping a low profile - the cops might still be looking for him, after all, and he figures he can avoid them until things go back to normal. however, he has gifts to deliver, and neither rain nor snow nor criminal charges shall stay the Barnacle from the completion of his appointed rounds.

he wanders past the cello player and stops for a second to listen...]

Little dark for Christmas, isn't it, Tri--

[and then he realizes what he's saying. the rest of her name comes out as though he's been punched in the stomach]

-ela.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[Triela finishes her song, putting down her bow when she hears her name from this man. Something feels familiar about him. She's had these feelings before, usually when she's just waking up. Like a dream she's slowly forgetting the more she's awake]

Everyone plays Christmas music at this time of year. If you want to stay around, I was going to do Beethoven's Ninth next.

[she hesitates before asking the question nagging at her]

Do I know you?

omg she has memories?! I love you.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

You ...

[his mind's full of the memories, now - taking her down to town, hist first trip there, even, to buy a teddy bear. hiding in the library with her, from the --

he winces. there are flashes of old hallucinations, and the pain in his arm from when that alien THING bit him. but then there are other memories that cut through the panic - the happy ones, the good ones. the sound of her laughter. that odd feeling he had every once in a while, that she was like a little sister he never had. until she disappeared.

when he speaks again, his voice sounds a little far away, hung somewhere between sorrow and fondness, bittersweet]

You used to. ... You've probably forgotten.

all for you, my dear

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[there is definitely something familiar about this man. What is it? She frowns, trying to think about it. Wait for it...]

Weren't you the one who jumped off the Eiffel Tower? My brother's been talking about you for hours.

/happy tears

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that was me. ... So, your brother's here, huh? [he remembers her mentioning him before] That's cool. I thought it'd just be you --

I'm, uh, Barney, bee tee dub. In case you don't remember. Barney Stinson.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you. My name is Triela Hilshire.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[he fights the urge to say "yeah I know", and gestures to the case instead]

I didn't know you played.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I take private lessons. Victor thought it would be good for me, and he saw how much Henrietta enjoyed her violin lessons.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Henrietta. [give him a second, he's going through two years of memories trying to figure out if he's heard that name before] ... She's one of your sisters, right?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[frowns, shakes her head] Henrietta is just a good friend. Though I guess I spoil her like she's my sister.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Oh. ... My bad, sorry. I just remember you telling me about her, and a couple other girls ... can't remember their names, though. It's been a long time.

... So ... what're you up to here in Paris?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[did she tell him all this? She tries to remember, but nothing comes to her]

I live here. I go to the private school and my brother is a police detective.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[it sounds so similar to what she told him, but yet he knows that something's different. it's been so long, though, that he can't quite remember. what a pair they are]

Yeah? ... Is it a military school? [at least that bit of memory's still clear. she definitely knew how to kick ass]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[ever since his basejumping stunt the other day, Barney's been keeping a low profile - the cops might still be looking for him, after all, and he figures he can avoid them until things go back to normal. however, he has gifts to deliver, and neither rain nor snow nor criminal charges shall stay the Barnacle from the completion of his appointed rounds.

he wanders past the cello player and stops for a second to listen...]

Little dark for Christmas, isn't it, Tri--

[and then he realizes what he's saying. the rest of her name comes out as though he's been punched in the stomach]

-ela.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[Triela finishes her song, putting down her bow when she hears her name from this man. Something feels familiar about him. She's had these feelings before, usually when she's just waking up. Like a dream she's slowly forgetting the more she's awake]

Everyone plays Christmas music at this time of year. If you want to stay around, I was going to do Beethoven's Ninth next.

[she hesitates before asking the question nagging at her]

Do I know you?

omg she has memories?! I love you.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

You ...

[his mind's full of the memories, now - taking her down to town, hist first trip there, even, to buy a teddy bear. hiding in the library with her, from the --

he winces. there are flashes of old hallucinations, and the pain in his arm from when that alien THING bit him. but then there are other memories that cut through the panic - the happy ones, the good ones. the sound of her laughter. that odd feeling he had every once in a while, that she was like a little sister he never had. until she disappeared.

when he speaks again, his voice sounds a little far away, hung somewhere between sorrow and fondness, bittersweet]

You used to. ... You've probably forgotten.

all for you, my dear

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[there is definitely something familiar about this man. What is it? She frowns, trying to think about it. Wait for it...]

Weren't you the one who jumped off the Eiffel Tower? My brother's been talking about you for hours.

/happy tears

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that was me. ... So, your brother's here, huh? [he remembers her mentioning him before] That's cool. I thought it'd just be you --

I'm, uh, Barney, bee tee dub. In case you don't remember. Barney Stinson.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you. My name is Triela Hilshire.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[he fights the urge to say "yeah I know", and gestures to the case instead]

I didn't know you played.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I take private lessons. Victor thought it would be good for me, and he saw how much Henrietta enjoyed her violin lessons.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Henrietta. [give him a second, he's going through two years of memories trying to figure out if he's heard that name before] ... She's one of your sisters, right?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[frowns, shakes her head] Henrietta is just a good friend. Though I guess I spoil her like she's my sister.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Oh. ... My bad, sorry. I just remember you telling me about her, and a couple other girls ... can't remember their names, though. It's been a long time.

... So ... what're you up to here in Paris?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[did she tell him all this? She tries to remember, but nothing comes to her]

I live here. I go to the private school and my brother is a police detective.