Farron Sienna Mathers
Oct 29, 2014 19:16:04 GMT -5
Post by Farron Mathers on Oct 29, 2014 19:16:04 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Farron Sienna Mathers
Nickname: Farron
Age: Twenty
Member Group: College student, University of Vermont, English major
Power(s): Super Enhanced Perception: Her five normative senses (sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch) are far more attuned and powerful than those of an average person. She is also more aware of her own body and mind, and can sense when someone is using a mental power on her, although is not able to resist it. This ability cannot be turned off. Through her extensive training at Hammel, she is able to tell when someone is lying to her. She often experiences sensory overload, for example: if she walks into a room filled with a crowd of people, the sound of so many voices sounds a lot like a television that's turned up to maximum volume. She also has frequent migraines and OCD, mainly about things being clean.
Play By: Lyndsy FonsecaLet it F L O W . . .August 28th, 1993
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Anna Paoli said, her trembling hands pushed against his chest. He let out a sigh and sank into the bed next to her.
“Come on, Anna. We’ve waited so long for this. We’re ready. It’s so perfect...you’re perfect.” He said, then pushed his lips onto the nape of her neck. She let out a sigh and rolled over to face him, narrowing her eyes to stare into his.
“You promise it’ll be okay?” She said, trying not to get lost in his confident gaze. He was ready, and he’d been so patient with her...she might as well just give it up. He had her and he knew it.
“I promise. I love you.” He said, his cold hands slipping under her shirt and resting on her waist, giving her goosebumps and making her shiver. Suddenly it wasn’t such a mistake anymore.
“I love you too, Christopher Mathers.”
October 15th, 1993
“It’s positive.” She said, her lips quivering as she whispered the impossible words. No, he thought, we did everything right.
She sat on the floor, the pink stick in her hands, completely frozen and unmoveable. But he needed to move. He opened the bathroom door and left her in there, because he couldn’t even look at her right now.
This wasn’t fair. They’d done everything perfectly, waited until they were both eighteen, used protection, and been together for years. They had plans for their future, but it wasn’t this. A baby was never what they wanted. He cussed and pounded his fist against the wall, cursing whatever god did this to them. And then she came out of the bathroom, tears running down her face. She pointed at the door.
“Just go. I know it’s what you’re thinking. Go to your fancy college and live your life and I’ll deal with this myself.” She had a hand pressed against her stomach as if something was already there.
“I don’t want to leave you. I love you, Anna. There are other options for this, though. We don’t have to keep it...or we could, you know…” He trailed off, glancing to where her hands rested.
“I am not killing my baby, or giving it away to strangers.” She snaps, cutting through him with a deadly glare.
“Okay, okay. Give me some time to think about this, alright?” He said, grabbing his keys and pushing open the door.
He left her standing there, but this time she wasn't alone.
May 3rd, 1994
“She’s so small.” Anna said, holding the bundle to her chest. She was exhausted, but it was all so worth it.
“Yeah.” Christopher said, his voice weak and uninterested from beside her. He stared at their baby, but there was something else in his eyes other than admiration. It was loss of the life that he thought he'd have led without her.
“What should we name her?” She said, smiling down at the baby. He shrugged and sat in the chair next to her bed.
“I don’t know.” He glanced across the room to see Anna’s mother and father enter.
“There’s the sweet girl.” Her mother said with a smile, taking the baby from Anna and unfolding the blanket to see her face.
“Her name is Farron. After grandma.” Anna said, grinning to her parents.
“That’s a beautiful name.” Her father said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Christopher raised from his chair and leaned down to kiss Anna’s forehead.
“Yes, it is.” He said, kissing her lips briefly. She was so beautiful, even with sweat dripping down her face and bags under her eyes.
“Do you want to hold her?” Her mother said, offering Farron to him. He shook his head with a forced smile.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll have a long time to do that.”
February 18th, 2000
Farron rocked back and forth on her heels, teddy bear hanging from her right hand and a juice box in her left. She watched her mom pacing back and forth in the tiny studio apartment with a phone pressed against her ear, her belly was swollen with life and she kept talking to herself.
“Where are you, damn it, where are you.” She kept saying, hitting redial on the phone every time it went to voicemail. Then it fell to the floor and she clutched her stomach, gasping in pain.
“Farron, baby, I need you to go next door and tell Mrs. Edwards to come over. Can you do that?” The desperation in her mother’s voice scared her, but she nodded and walked over to where she crumpled on the floor, handing her the stuffed teddy bear.
She exited the apartment and walked down the hall to where Mrs. Edwards lived and raised her hand to the door. The three weak knocks on her door must have been loud enough, because she opened it and leaned down to face Farron, concern in her eyes.
“Mommy said to come get you. There’s blood all over the floor and she’s crying like I do sometimes, so I gave her my bear so she would feel better.” Her voice was sullen as she tried her best to explain the situation of her mother. The woman’s eyes widened and she grabbed Farron’s hand, stumbling down the hallway and back into their apartment.
“Oh, Anna, what happened?” She said, leaning next to her and helping her sit up.
“Can you please take me to the hospital, Jean? I think I lost it.” Anna’s voice was soft with
sadness.
“What did you lose, mommy?” Farron said, but her voice was lost in the reassuring words from Mrs. Edwards as she helped Anna up and out the door.
“Come on Farron. Hurry.” Mrs. Edwards called, and Farron followed them. But she forgot her bear, so nothing stopped her fearful tears.
February 19th, 2000
They all sat in the hospital room, Anna stared at the wall and Farron was asleep in the chair next to her bed, Mrs Edwards stood by, patiently waiting.
“Christopher,” she said in a hushed voice. “She had a long night, and tried to wait for you, so she could tell you herself…”
He shook his head and cussed, forcing the tears back.
“It was a stillbirth. There was nothing they could do to save him. The doctors will tell you details.” She placed a wary hand on his shoulder.
“I will give you time with your family now. God bless.”
She left without another word and Christopher sank to his knees next to Anna’s bed with his hands clasped around hers.
“I am so sorry I wasn’t there, love. I am so, so sorry…” He kissed her hand and her arm, but couldn’t bare to meet her eyes and see what kind of sadness they held.
“Jackson. I would have named him Jackson.” She said, a distant smile touching her lips.
May 23rd, 2005
Farron sat in the corner with her hands pressed against her ears. All of the lights were shut off and the door was shut and locked. There was pounding that made her scream.
“Stop it! Stop it! Go away, I’m not coming out, it hurts.” The sound of her own voice was overwhelming. Something slammed against the door to open it and she whimpered as the spotlight settled on her.
“Go away, it’s too bright. Please just leave me alone. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
Someone flipped on the lights to her room and she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was her dad.
“Farron, you need to stop this. Nothing is wrong with you, you’re just making this up and you’re putting your mom under a lot of stress. So stop this, get up.” His deep voice sounded like a bull horn.
“I’m not making anything up. It started last week, everything hurts. Please believe me.” She pleaded, shying away from his touch. He sighed in frustration and grasped her arm, pulling her to her feet. It wasn’t a particularly harsh grip, but she screamed as if he’d broken her arm. He jumped back and glanced to the doorway where Anna stood, looking at him accusingly.
“I don’t know what to do. She’s impossible.” He said, and stormed out of the room without bothering to explain. Farron covered her eyes from the light until her mother turned them off again for her, and sat next to her on the floor.
“Some people are here, they want to talk to you. They told me you aren’t crazy, like you think.” She said, placing a gentle hand on her daughter’s leg.
“They said they want to take you to a new school where you can learn about why you feel these things. Where there are other people like you.”
Farron looked up and sighed in relief.
“Christopher said I was making it up. He was wrong” She said triumphantly, as if she was proud of proving him wrong.
“He just doesn’t want to believe that you’re different. But I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I think it’s beautiful." She consoled, then raised her eyebrows with concern.
"Why don't you call him ‘dad’, silly?" She teased, lifting herself to her feet and offering a hand to Farron, who shrugged.
“I don’t think he likes it that much.”
December 6th, 2010
From the looks of it, it had been about three days since his garbage had been taken out. He smelt like sweat and dust, and his hair looked shiny with grease.
“Did you have to invite me over right after practice? You smell disgusting.” Farron said, wrinkling her nose in disgust at her boyfriend, who was still in his dirty baseball pants. His shirt had been stripped off and thrown on the floor to join the mess of dirty clothes. At least it wasn’t a bad view.
“Thanks for the honesty. Sorry.” He snorted and sat on the couch, but she remained in the doorway. His smell was just too much.
“I’m not coming near you until you shower and take your garbage out. Also, would it kill you to do some laundry every once and a while?” She said warningly, rocking back and forth on her heels. He glanced over in disbelief, but she wasn’t kidding.
“Farron, this is really getting old. Every time you see me it’s something new: ‘change your clothes, they’re too bright’ or ‘brush your teeth before I kiss you’. I am a very hygienic person, it’s kind of offending.” There was half a smile on his face which indicated that he was partly joking, but it wasn’t far from the truth. She knew that. This was about the time when people realized how difficult having any type of relationship with her was.
“If you think it’s hard for you, imagine being me.” She muttered, then took a tiny step closer to him. How desperately she wanted to get over the things that bothered her - but the little things escalated so quickly, thanks to her powers.
“Listen, I love you, and I love being with you...but I can’t be perfect for you.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I can’t even touch you without you wincing.”
Farron nodded, “I understand.”
He lifted himself from the couch and moved across the room to embrace her, but stopped himself when she stepped back.
“I’m sorry,” she said sadly. “I know it’s my fault.” She couldn't change.
March 3rd, 2012
"I hate this!" She yelled into the phone that was pressed against her ear.
"I hate waking up in the morning in pain because the sun is too bright or the alarm is too loud. I hate wearing sunglasses to class and crying when I get a paper cut. I hate not being able to have normal friendships or even a boyfriend because they can't handle me. This isn't a power, it's a curse. My best friend is my mom and I drive everyone else away."
Her mother was silent on the other side of the phone line, but Farron heard her breathing through the microphone. She was at a loss of what to say. That's a first.
"This is the life you were given, Farron. This is how you are. You can't wish it away, no matter how hard you try. The best you can do is embrace it. Once you accept it, you can learn to control it. But feeling sorry for yourself will not help you." Her mother's words were harsh, but they were true. Farron's breath calmed as she was stunned out of her anger. She hadn't expected that kind of response.
"Nobody wants me," she said softly, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "I don't even want me."
"I want you," her mother responded with a tired sigh.
Farron nodded and said goodbye, deciding that she was done with the conversation. It was better to feel sorry for herself alone.
September 14th, 2014
She’d done it. She should feel accomplished, shouldn't she? She should want to move on and live a life beyond Hammel, but she didn't feel ready. Hammel had been all she’d known for the past seven years...it was her home. But graduation didn't feel like an accomplishment, it felt like she was back where she started: in an unknown place with a million new things she’d have to adapt to.
What if the people in her dorm are too loud? What if her roommate can’t stand her? What if, what if, what if. She already missed the comfort that Hammel had provided, even if she'd felt alone.
“Are you ready?” She said to nobody, because nobody else stood frozen outside of the University of Vermont with a pathetic map in their hands.
“No,” she answered with a sigh. “You’re never ready.”Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Nos
Age: Late teens.
RP Experience: Many moons.
How did you find us?: AdShow your S K I L L S . . .It wasn't a particularly sunny day, and Farron was grateful for that. It meant that she wouldn't have to cover her eyes with the dark tint of her sunglasses. It was actually beautiful, when she could look at the world for what it was instead of lessening her abilities. Sometimes it seemed like a privilege that she could see and hear so many details, feel the wind against her cheeks as if every atom of oxygen bounced off of her skin.
She sat on the bench at the barren park, enjoying the solitude that seemed to be a rarity around campus. When she was little, her mother used to take her on walks all of the time. It was before her powers had manifested, so she had been able to bare her skin to the sun on the brightest of days. She remembered how her mom had desperately rubbed sunscreen onto her skin to prevent a burn, but Farron never complied to the thick lotion.
"Stop mom! I can't feel the sun if you block it." She'd yell, grinning and running out of her mother's reach. That's always how it went, her mother always worrying for her safety and well being, and her father being as indifferent as ever. She'd tried her best to love him, but it was hard when she saw it in his eyes and heard it in his voice, clear as day: he never wanted her. He blamed her for the loss of his college career and the life he'd envisioned with her mother.
Farron let out a long breath and closed her eyes, picturing her parents' faces in her head. She missed them sometimes, but mostly just her mother. They'd always had a deep understanding of one another, whereas with her father it was exactly the opposite. He felt nothing for the world, while Farron felt every bit of it. He resented it, and she loved it. Yes - as overwhelming as it was at times, she was in love with the world, no matter how much it hurt or scared her. It was still strikingly beautiful.
