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Hello, darlings. My name is Alice Murphy. You're probably wondering who I am and what I do. What I can tell you is that I don't remember. However, I do work as a waitress at this club. It's not exactly flattering, but I deal. I also live in New York City. It seems to be the first place that I wound up after losing my memory. I don't know where I'm originally from, but judging by my Southern accent I'm from the South. What exact state is unknown.

Currently I'm interested in Mythology. It seemed to be the only thing that got me through my days at the institute. I'm interested in the things that are unknown, whether they be fact from fiction is completely unknown. Here, you'll just find what I think about them and my interactions with other people. Don't be afraid to leave me a message. I don't bite. This is a character blog.

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Adam;  

So, of course, Alice wanted to look perfect. She had to make sure her make-up matched the dress she was wearing. Which was white, with red trimming down at the end. The dress was modeled as if she had come straight out of the fifties. She enjoyed the style so much and it seemed to fit her perfectly. She fixed her hair just slightly, making sure that she had it pinned in all the right places. She applied the red lipstick and light eyeliner. She did a double check in her mirror to make sure everything was in place before she grabbed her keys and her purse and headed for the door. 

Alice was going to a movie with a very cute boy and she wanted to make sure she was going to have a good time. It felt like it’s been ages since she’s been out and enjoyed her time. And in truth, it was like that. Alice hadn’t gone out since she was out of the hospital. She had spent most of her time just reading and listening to music. Recently, just a few weeks ago, she had gotten a job that was taking up most of her time and making her feet her with the shoes she had to wear. 

She hailed a cab, telling the driver where to take her. Thankfully there wasn’t much traffic that lead to the movie theater. She got out, paying the driver, and heading to the front. She stood there, waiting, her back leaning against the building but she made sure that she didn’t get any of her dress dirty. Otherwise she’d have to take it to the cleaners. This was her best dress and it was hard to get stains out of it. She wondered if she was early, not knowing the set time.