Post by Lynn Fordeen on May 8, 2008 20:44:46 GMT 1
I stepped foot on Hiricine's grounds and immediately knew I'd made the right choice in leaving Philadelphia. The West Coast ruled! And being halfway across the country from my past didn't hurt matters any.
In fact, I only brought two memories with me from Philly, a picture of Ms. V, my mentor and Dean of Students, and a picture of Kyosuke, a person who I helped as much as he helped me. Both were in my backpack that I had left in my room after unloading my possessions from the car my grandparents had sent for my transport from the airport. Naturally, it was grudgingly done and I had to talk in Swedish, a language that had been neglected in the past year, for them to even listen to me, the only branch left out of the family tree besides them.
I smiled, glad for the change in climate. No need for sweaters, but I still wore arm warmers. The scars hadn't quite healed yet and the last of them was the most gruesome. I leaned against a tree in the courtyard, smiling and bobbing my head to some music on my mp3 player. It was the start of a good day. No, it was a fresh, excellent start to the time I'd be spending in San Fransisco.
Post by Allen Daughtry on May 12, 2008 4:52:04 GMT 1
Migrations were never easy.
Having traveled between Oregon to Maryland earlier in his life, Allen Daughtry remembered the dull and dreary crawl of time that was a cross-country drive. Considering his father received a job offer at College Park and his mother had a new job of her own, the move of the slightly-unorthodox family was imperative, but that didn't make it any easier. Passing through the repetitive Mid-West for most of the trip's duration, Allen had to endure the sensible phenomenon of deja vu every day, seeing nothing but farmland and pointless landmark, living inside of random motels and sleeping uncomfortably in his hot, stingy seat, listening to his parents talk or blot out their radio. It was, to say the least, quite a bore.
Unfortunately, the trip back across the country had been even worse... for understandable reasons. But the change in medium didn't distinguish the feeling of a strange familiarity. And now that Allen Daughtry was attending a new school, having to interact with a new world at its new beginnings, Allen could not help but shake off that same feeling of deja vu.
Especially when he started seeing familiar faces.
"Lynn? What... the hell are you doing here?"
After attending the school's brief orientation in its auditorium, Allen had taken a breather outside in the courtyard, deciding to rest his head a bit before attending his classes. Yet, besides the repetition that Daughtry felt, another odd thing he sensed was the lack of people - at least in terms of what he expected. The school was pretty large for its classification, but oddly enough, it only appeared to be half full, as if some of its students had been trapped at home that day. Was it simply that, because of the death of Hircine's former principal, the student body was avoiding the place? It was certainly something to ponder on.
Still, as he had been strolling along, the corner of his eye caught another strange sighting, and soon enough the boy felt as if the world had gotten very small. Leaning against one of the trees outside stood Lynn Fordeen, a girl he had briefly met at Mugen Hall Collective back in Philadelphia.
But what was she doing here?
And so, with her by the tree, Daughtry stood perplexed, his question blatantly spoken, and his usual appearance all the same. It was as if the two had been plucked from their old stomping grounds and placed elsewhere... but not expecting to see one another in the process.
Post by Lynn Fordeen on May 13, 2008 17:58:16 GMT 1
Music blasted in my ears, the rest of the world passing by without me. Then, my name, a question, and a familiar voice entered my scope of listening. I hit the pause button and whipped my head around.
There stood Allen Daughtry looking the same as ever.
"I-I go to school here now. I had to transfer after what happened at the Administration Building with Ms. V. You may have heard about it." I said, wincing slightly.
That was a bad memory in itself. Having to bring it up for explanation was enough to bring down bits of my good mood. There goes no one knowing about what happened at Mugen.
"I could ask you the same thing. I didn't expect to meet anyone here from Mugen or any of my old schools." I popped my ear buds out and stuck them in my pocket with my mp3 buddy. "Heck, I thought I'd be overwhelmed by new faces. Thanks for screwing over my expectations." I smirked a little.
I wanted to be the new kid. I needed no one to know of my crazy past. I wanted and needed a lot. And yet...
People you least expect tend to completely screw everything over.
Post by Allen Daughtry on May 14, 2008 23:13:47 GMT 1
Allen's perplexion seemed to dwindle as he listened to Lynn's equally shocked response; he even laughed internally at her dry conclusion. Still, Allen thought the possibility of seeing one of his former classmates from Mugen Hall ever again was slim, let alone, to have them transfer to the same school, and now the odds were even slimmer, as Lynn actually left around the same time!
It was all very odd, a remarkable coincidence.
Once Daughtry recollected his posture from the surprise, he softly nodded to Fordeen's comment about her reasons for departing Philadelphia, "No, I hadn't, actually."
He decided not to extend upon the subject, considering the drop in Lynn's mood directly after the answer. So instead, Allen decided to follow up on her extended replies. Though it wasn't very easy for him either, considering his own leave had been difficult as well, and certainly not something he could speak about.
"Believe me, the same goes for me too. I expected to be completely foreign to this place; now I feel like it's all deja vu, you know?" Allen began, placing his hands over his hair and glancing around the school grounds, "And as for how I got here, well... that's not something I'd talk about either, though I'm not here alone. Someone's come with me as well, Saph --"
Allen caught himself instantly; he realized the complexity of Saphira's situation involving her identity. For one, he couldn't go saying her real name around school, especially to someone from Mugen Hall. Secondly, he didn't even know how to introduce her, considering the new identity she had to take up, and with Lynn at Hircine, that posed a problem.
'Here's to hoping Saphira and Lynn never met, then it'll be much easier...'
"Well, I'm not sure you know her, to be honest, though I keep mixing her up with an old acquaintance of mine. She's around here somewhere, though." Allen added rather quickly, hoping to cover his trip and hope to move on.
"Still though Lynn, what are you doing here at Hircine High? Kind of strange for you to venture all the way to the west coast, right? I mean, I know it looks weird for me too, but I'm curious about why you're here with me instead of back in Philly with all the chaos back at Mugen."
Post by Lynn Fordeen on May 15, 2008 0:43:56 GMT 1
So, deja vu for him? I didn't knowhow that made sense, but best let it go sine he wasn't pursuing my reason for leaving. Someone else from Mugen came with him? Well, an old friend, he said, but something told me that it was someone from Mugen. Not just a gut feeling, but how else would it be related?
Then, came the question that I'd been hoping wouldn't come. Why was I in San Fransisco? Why had I left the very place I loved? Simple.
"I, er, well, kind of destroyed part of the Administration Building and tried to commit suicide." Yeah, really simple there. "Don't worry, I'm not crazy anymore! I have medicines for that." I gave a big fake smile, rolling my eyes seconds later.
"Trust me, I'd rather be back at Philly, but the muttering that I knew I was gonna get whenever I walked around campus was not good for me at all. Plus, west coast meant warmth and a place too far for my grandparents to send for me on breaks and me have to endure the awkward silence that comes with being the last descendant of the Fordeen tree."
I glared off in the distance, passed Allen and in some random direction. My orientation was off, so I don't know which direction, but I just knew it was the direction. You know, the direction you glare off in when you're mad at someone miles away. Well, maybe you don't, but all well.
"I'm still not letting you off scott free. A convenient move to the west coast in mid-April? Not exactly my idea of you. I thought you were more into staying with one school until the end of the year or semester. Moving just when the student body's going crazy isn't really in my idea of you. Unless you couldn't handle the stress of being a pillar in that sort of situation, eh Mr. Daughtry?" I asked, teasing him a little.
Post by Allen Daughtry on May 19, 2008 0:58:36 GMT 1
Lynn's sudden explanation of her essential reasons for leaving Philadelphia had not only been unexpected, but completely outside of Allen's range of what he thought would be the motive. As Fordeen exclaimed, she left Mugen Hall behind because of some controversy that led to a portion of the Administration catching fire, and somehow this led her to nearly take her life. To say the least, Allen's eyes widened in shock behind his shades, and his eyebrows peaked instantly.
His body's movements froze for a few moments and the focus on his mind numbed, preventing him to consciously listen to the rest of Lynn's explanation in real time. He stood there, staring blankly into space, pondering at the fact that Lynn Fordeen had actually thought of killing herself.
'She's a lot more troubled than I thought...'
Daughtry's teeth gritted together in emotional frustration, and as the girl passed by him, he shook his head in disbelief, not wanting to deal with the fact that one of the few people he knew from his past had fallen that far. He turned to look at her, his face a frown, and his left hand rubbing his forehead, before he finally answered.
"You... you tried to kill yourself? Christ Lynn, and you think some bloody drugs are going to suddenly stop you from trying it again? I'm sorry, but I've always thought the behaviorist and biological argument about a person's psyche was bullshit, so if I were you, I'd recommend seeing a therapist about it!"
Allen stood still for a moment, his lips shifting a bit as his mind wanted to release more words but he was unable, mostly out of an uncertainty of what he'd say, and more so that he could contemplate further on the situation. He didn't really understand why the situation was bothering him as it did; perhaps it was simply that he never thought that he'd ever meet someone that had considered suicide.
'I guess I also never thought I'd meet someone that would destroy an entire building, but here we go on that too...'
Rubbing his head some more, Allen shrugged off his more extreme emotions and glanced back at Lynn, "Aside from the medication, the fact that you arrive at the same school as me is just plain weird. I'm not saying you followed me on purpose or anything, but the reasons why you chose this particular school were really what I was asking, just so you know. I didn't need to... gah..."
Allen rubbed the back of his head for a moment, attempting to loosen his thoughts and ease his tension, before continuing, "As for why I'm here, it has to do with my work. Someone was... unsatisfied with something I did for them, and so now I'm out here doing them a few favors for their friends until I repay the debt. Although, in honesty, there wasn't much left for me at Mugen Hall anyway, what with Gabe taking off due to his own issues and my title evaporating with him. The school was becoming a mess, so I saw no reason to stick around. So I came here, to Hircine High, thinking I'd find some more purpose in life, I suppose."
Strolling around himself, Allen dropped his arms back to his sides, and sighed, before glancing back to Lynn and asking, "What ever happened to that whole Church thing? You know, the whole 'I serve God now' and what not? Don't Christians call suicide sinful or some shit?"
Post by Lynn Fordeen on May 23, 2008 0:04:45 GMT 1
I gave a slight sigh. He just barely answered my question. Thanks man.
Multiple Personality Disorder. At least, that;s what they said I had. The way they explained it was that there were many parodies of my 'original version' that were all in me and would switch back and forth. Cool, I guess. When they told me, I asked if they just meant emotions, but I was joking.
Basically, there were many people trapped inside of me and they had broken free and caused havoc and lead to what I now considered my worst moments. There was no medicine to help, either.
"Ah, Mr. Daughtry, you're so funny without meaning to be, you know that right?" I laughed striking various theatrical poses. "Oh, woe is me! I have many people inside me and only one body for all of them! Oh, pity me! I'm so messed up and it's my own fault!" I laughed again. "Yeah, right.
"But, my decision to come her was influences by therapy, so I am going as I should. I needed some place big, happy, sunny, and a school with people just as messed up as me. Hiricine was perfect." I laughed again, spinning a few circles. "And on the subject of me old, stupid, religion, well, simple explanation, really.
"My father's parents and so blinded by Swedish pride that they'll agree with anything because it's Swedish. Honestly, being Catholic is meaningless to them. In fact, the disagree with it completely."
A slightly darker personality took over. I didn't fight it, I wasn't supposed to. They wanted to figure out just how many Lynn Fordeen's they had running around.
"Beside, Mr. Daughtry, I've concluded that God doesn't exist. Honestly, why would an all-knowing, all-powerful being need us useless humans around? Or punish us all for one person's mistake? That doesn't seem very fair or loving. And if he has all this awesome power, why doesn't he just stop us from screwing up, or, better yet, destroy his enemy? Because, he doesn't exist.
"Scared?" I asked. "You should be."
Suddenly, I was laughing again. I walked forward, examining Allen and then pushed his hair back.
"You look better with your hair pushed back, sexier. You wear it like that more often."
Was I...FLIRTING WITH ALLEN?! Worse yet, did I just utter the word sexier? I honestly think I was. Woah, having a lot of Lynn's didn't seem so cool now.
Post by Allen Daughtry on May 23, 2008 6:43:52 GMT 1
'Did she just say that there were multiple people living inside of her body? The hell does that... Oh, oh God, Lynn...'
Lynn Fordeen's nature had been stupefying Allen's perception for a while, until it was upon the realization of her condition. The comment of multiple people gave the clearest sign: she was suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder, popularly coined "Multiple Personality Disorder" by the public and media in response to the Sybil case. His eyebrows rose promptly over his shades and his jaw dropped all the more, the thought completely shocking him.
'Lynn has MPD? That's insane! How is it... well, I suppose it is possible; she always did seem to have something bothering her, I guess this just proves why...'
Allen's body relaxed quiet a bit as the fact sunk in him, and he felt quite a bit of pity for the girl. The idea that she was tormented by a split mind was terrifying; how was she able to cope with it? If Allen wasn't able to keep his own personality in dominance over a number of other behavioral patterns that held different attitudes, voices and emotions, sometimes even different conscious philosophies, he would feel as if he was no longer Allen Daughtry at all, but some sort of terrible imitation.
Allen just nodded with a faint smile as Lynn explained Hircine's locale as a good therapeutic center. However, he had his first glimpse at the changes in her, as her face seemed to darken and her voice took on what sounded rather cynical, almost as matter-of-factly as Allen knew he might sound at times. It was almost frightening. It felt as if the girl was possessed by someone completely unlike her. She claimed that religion had never been very important to her family in the first place, just some tradition they scrounged up to keep the family blood strong, and she went on to quote the most common reasons made by ignorant atheists or pessimists that truly didn't understand the real arguments made by their apparent faith-holders. To this, Allen just watched Fordeen and said nothing, but held a frown, obviously speechless at her changes.
'She's right, at least if one assumes that God is exactly how the Church tells us to believe. If He is as Christianity preaches, than her logic is pretty clear, and the only answer left would be that he doesn't exist at all. But then again, who ever said the Church was right about God in the first place...'
Allen couldn't help but respond to the girl's ideas and ponder on them. He was, in truth, still pursuing his own faith, and as Lynn knew from their experiences in Mugen Hall's theology center, he was no conformed follower of the Church, nor was he willing to openly accept God or Jesus Christ. However, since then, he had begun to embrace some of the basic ideas of the Founding Fathers in their Deist beliefs, and also found some comfort in philosophy. Yet, he was far from the faith he would take in his later years.
"Oh yes, Lynn..." Daughtry whispered, finding himself saddened for her sake, though keeping his voice low, "I'm scared... for you."
A moment later, though, Lynn was taking on a similar stance to her old attitude, except that she was now acting far more direct. So much that she was now right in front of Allen, pressing his spiked blond locks back over his head; she even went as far to say that he would look sexier with it pressed back, and practically commanded him to wear it that way more often. In response, Allen's face had gone neutral once more and his mind refocused, attempting to prepare for a new way to respond to another shade of Lynn.
"Well, thanks..." Allen spoke back hesitantly, trying to read her behavior, but eventually formed a casual smirk over his face, "I might wear it that way in something nicer, but since I'm so damn lazy, I'll probably just keep it that way... Why, you planning on going into style Lynn? Maybe be my hair stylist, eh?"
Post by Lynn Fordeen on May 31, 2008 3:14:55 GMT 1
It was sharp, fast, and shocking. Emily? Since when do personalities get names? And since when do they refuse to accept acknowledgment as Lynn?
"Lynn is way too old fashioned."
That's when. Dear Lord, I don't like this one. I had a very hard time keeping her from glomping Allen. And then there was the fact that I wasn't supposed to fight them. Curses. But, that would completely ruin any relationship that I could have with Allen. Period.
Don't do it! Don't do it! No! NO NO NO NO!!!
Emily had suddenly latched onto Allen, smiling and with no warning to him whatsoever. I mentally sighed and felt many apologies at the ready for when I finally had another personality ruling me.
"And, you're right. I actually want to go into fashion, maybe being a stylist. You'd make a great project, you know." She reluctantly peeled my body off Allen. "And I don't think many adjustments would really be necessary. Just the hair, I think, and maybe..."
She trailed off, another person taking over. I liked this one. She was nice and immediately jumped away from Allen. She pushed my hair back and sighed.
"I really hate that girl, honestly. Sorry about the hug. Emily's just.." She shuddered.
You know, I love how they just took over my body and I wasn't allowed to fight it! No, I had to freaking let them! This sucked. Emily sucked mostly, but all of it sucked.
Post by Allen Daughtry on Jun 7, 2008 0:52:29 GMT 1
The correction came so quickly that Allen's mind hadn't even connected the new name to Lynn's identity as he continued to watch the body language of the girl standing in front of him. Yet, when he realized that the new personality called herself "Emily," his lips pressed together in a sort of unpleasant focus as the boy forced himself to create a new memory of Lynn's collective self.
'There's Lynn, and then there's this Emily...'
Lynn Fordeen was already difficult enough for Allen to predict, considering her mixed moral beliefs and activities, let alone her unstable nature. Her heavy use of sarcasm and hostile independence certainly created a shell of uncertainty all its own, and now the girl had multiple personalities. Then there was Emily, clearly a manifestation of Lynn's "bluntly feminine" side, and likely dominated by her id. The boy watched the new face curiously, before he noticed that she was latching herself to his chest.
She only needed a second, but alas, there she was... stuck to his body as if he had invited her. His hands were hanging in the air above her as if he was afraid to touch her, and his face glanced down at her with clear surprise and discomfort. She even went on to say that he'd make an ideal "project" for her styling, and she was about to explain further as she reluctantly stepped away from Allen when she suddenly jumped further away, taking an entirely different persona.
"Aren't I lucky..." Allen murmured in quiet sarcasm as Emily stepped away, but soon found himself dealing with a new shade of Lynn once more.
Allen was now growing frustrated with the situation. Lynn had already been a handful when she was whole; now Daughtry was finding himself constantly on alert as he dealt with the extremes of the girl's personality. Daughtry's eyes tightened behind his shades, and his face stiffened as the new face spoke of her disdain for Emily with an unfinished sentence, of which Allen finished for her, "... Blunt?"
Allen waved aside the subject and continued, "Listen, I know we haven't met, but you other Lynns are making it hard to talk with the original. Mind letting me talk to the real deal for a while longer? It's hard handling so many people at once."