Xavier & Jaxon Wright (Done)
May 2, 2014 18:02:03 GMT -5
Post by Xavier & Jaxon Wright on May 2, 2014 18:02:03 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Xavier and Jaxon Wright
Nickname: Xavier- None / Jaxon- Jax
Age: Twenty Eight (January 21st, 1986)
Member Group: Trainer
Power(s): Hybrid
Xavier and Jaxon are two souls (two people) inhabiting a single body. Much like the gestalt pair can have one mind, yet two bodies, the 'hybrid' is two individual souls stuck in a single body. They hold different personalities, different mindsets and can each control the body that they are inhabiting, but not at the same time. One will be in control while the other hangs back in the recess in their mind. And with training, can even choose to 'sleep' and allow their counterpart time alone in their body.
Side effects include frequent migraines from the constant voices in their mind, fatigue, disorientation, memory gaps, a physical numbness from the soul that gives away the control, and a tingling sensation when the one soul takes the other's place. With training, Xavier and Jaxon have been able to temporarily 'sleep' within their own mind to allow the other some privacy. Because of this, there are random holes in memory for one soul or the other, because while one is asleep, the other is awake and controlling the body, going about their day as normal. Disorientation occurs for a few minutes after one soul goes under, leaving the other alone in their body; it also occurs when the resting soul wakes up and tries to determine where they are.
Play By: Kit HaringtonLet it F L O W . . .The birthday boy: Eleven year old Xavier Wright, family surrounding him on January 21st, 1997. They had gathered for a small, family celebration; the party for friends was to be held on the weekend. On the small television in the middle of the room, a VCR tape played home movies, thoroughly embarrassing the young man while captivating every other present member of the group.
"Mom, Do we have to watch this?!" Xavier demanded, his eyes buried in the present in his lap.
"Oh Hush, Xavier. These people won't judge you." Just as she said it, the group laughed.
Xavier's face turned red.
The videos contained old childhood memories. His first time at Disney World, his first bath, his first 'kiss' that he shared with a little girl on a park bench. They all reminisced, looking at how their young man has grown over the years. Xavier's mom commented on how he always insisted on doing the 'cool things', even if that meant taking off his floaties before he was necessarily ready; how he never wanted to be held back, how he always wanted to be in step with everyone else.
A video plays of him crying to his mother, weeping on how he couldn't keep up with the 5th grade boys in a race and they made fun of him for it. According to his parents, he was so adorable the video had to be played. For once, Xavier looked up. Because the next week, he remembered, he had beaten them at their own game. It was the first time he felt accepted; the first time he felt as if he belonged.
Xavier remembered that day well, because it was the beginning of the life he wanted to live, and he became happy. And for a moment, Xavier felt a surge of pride that was quickly destroyed when the next video had come up. His first bath.
"REALLY? MOM"
He opened the book on his lap and buried his face fully into the blank pages.
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It wasn't until several months later that the book in his lap was used, since having a diary was not a manly thing to have. But Xavier felt compelled to write in it. The dreams were intriguing him, scaring him.
June 20th, 1997
This is... weird. For the past week my dreams have been about me and this other person, but the thing is... He's in my head. It's my voice... it's my mind, but it's like he's just a friend. He doesn't always agree with the things I want to say and do, but he does like some of the things that I do, too. We have argued a few times about things I can barely remember, but I kind of like him, you know? He knows what I feel, and it's weird but I swear that I can feel what he is feeling, too. Does this make me crazy? I don't want to be crazy. He calls himself Jaxon, I remember he told me he likes that name, and he wants it spelled with an x in the middle. These are just dreams, right? Because if they're not, I don't want them to send me to some weird insane asylum. I'm only 11.
Jaxon says he is 11, too. I hope he sticks around, because he's kind of fun to talk to.
June 27th, 1997
Okay, so the dreams haven't stopped, and while I'm freaking out about the fact that I continue to have dreams with Jaxon still in my head, he's starting to wonder why he is there. He isn't freaked out like I am; in fact, his excitement bleeds through as he tries to figure out if there is an even 'bigger' reason why he is there. I've never been a real thinker, but Jaxon sure is. I like to just like to go with the flow, but this is too weird for me. Last night Jaxon asked me whether or not I thought he could move around like I did, since he saw and heard the same things I did. Can he? Do I even want to find out? What if I lose control forever? If I have another dream tonight with him in it, I agreed to try.
Why did I even say 'if'. I know I'll have another dream with him in it. Actually... the idea that I might not kind of scares me. What do I do?
July 5th, 1997
So to say this is weird is kind of not a strong word for all this stuff. If Jaxon were to say anything, he'd probably say this is the coolest thing ever. But I don't know. I've never not had control of my body before. It was like I was in a dream... within a dream. Instead of Jaxon being the one in my mind, it was like I was in HIS. For the first time ever, I had to sit back and watch the world from someone else's eyes, even though they were my eyes. And talking was even weirder, because it was just me thinking, and he thought back to me.
I stopped calling this body my body, because it isn't just my body anymore. It's ours. I've been afraid to tell my mom or dad about this, because I don't want them to label me as crazy or get me mental help. I've tried looking this up at the library and stuff, to see what it could be. But half the books about something like this, I could barely even read.
What's even scarier is that I swear I'm starting to hear him outside of my dreams. People ask me where I'm looking when I'm in school and I hear his voice, but I just say that there was a bug buzzing by my ear. I don't think that excuse will work anymore. I'm trying so hard to be normal, and it's just getting harder and harder to be normal.
July 12th, 1997
He isn't just in my dreams anymore; he's inside my head, too. I woke up, and he woke up at the same time. I remember Jaxon sort of got freaked out and asked me where he was out. That freaked me out, too. It happened last Sunday, and I was glad because I didn't have to go to school that day. After we got over the whole thing of being awake and still being able to talk to each other, I showed him around the house. Mom was making pancakes, and dad was out mowing the lawn.
I went over to mom to hug her, and that's when Jaxon pulled into control. It was weird, because asleep I felt nothing. But here I sort of felt like my body went completely numb. Jaxon said it was like a bunch of static electricity on his arms. I knew it was true because of the goosebumps on our arms.
I didn't even think it was possible for him to go in control during the daytime. We went outside and did the same with dad, but I never really hugged dad. It was sort of the 'man code' that I had established at school.
But what he did next still has me worried. Jaxon actually spoke out loud to me accidentally, and we overheard dad talking about it to mom a few days later. I heard 'Maybe it's just a phase?' but dad said something like 'I want to check him out just to be sure.'
Jax wasn't able to really stay in control much longer than the hug with dad, because I forced myself back, and he didn't have enough energy to stay. He sort of fell back, apologizing a lot. He knew the minute he said it I had freaked out, and he felt bad for doing it.
We tried to work on going in and out of control, but Jaxon still could only stay for an hour at a time. At least I can still have control of our body more. It makes me feel a little bit better.
July 19th, 1997
They said we had to go. That we weren't normal, but we were special. Meta-Human, they said. And they said we had to go to some school in Vermont. I don't want to go to Vermont, but Jax said it might be good. It might be good because they said they can help us with this new found... power? I tried to make the excuse that I didn't want to leave mom and dad, but they told me they would move up to Vermont with me. We live in Oregon. They said they want to learn about Jaxon. But what about me? I have to live in Vermont without my parents for a few months while they look for a house in Pilot Ridge. I don't want to be without them. Jaxon doesn't seem to care.
The next twenty or so pages are dedicated primarily to how frustrating it is to teach Jaxon how to read and write properly. There are times where Xavier finds himself in awe on how quickly his counterpart can learn, but still he is bothered by the fact that he isn't learning fast enough.
September 25th, 2000
This was the first time I went 'under'. Jaxon had told me it was almost like sleeping, where you would dream and just wake up all groggy afterwards, and he was right. But the fear and weirdness I felt when he was gone... I wonder if he felt the same way with me. It apparently was only for ten minutes, but Jaxon seemed panicked the minute I came back. He reached for me, and I groggily held out a phantom hand out to grasp him. He seemed calm after that.
My trainer says that we will be doing this a lot more frequently, and that we will finally learn what it will be like for us to be individuals, if only for a short amount of time. I haven't been an individual in three years. Part of me is excited, and another part is terrified of being alone again.
The journal entries are now speaking of how the time is becoming longer and longer that each are going under and how they are getting accustomed to the life that they are living. They then stop entirely, or at least, the span between two dates is an entire year. The next Journal entry is in another handwriting.
January 4th, 2002
I haven't seen this journal in such a long time. Xavier is asleep, and I was just pacing the room, no idea what to do. It's so odd being in our body alone. It's as if there is a black void where Xavier is supposed to be. I keep reaching out, but he hasn't returned. It'll probably be another few hours, if anything.
I've had five years of learning on how to read and write, so I'd like to think I'm a lot better. I can help Xavier with his homework, at least. He's always so worried about what other's think of him, even at 16. I personally don't care. The only person's opinion who matters is his, because I have to live with him. Maybe I feel that way because I have only actually been here for five years. I've learned plenty in five years, and people are cruel is the biggest one. So if people have a problem with my excitement towards learning or my relatively quiet demeanor, I couldn't care any less. (I just realized the saying isn't 'i could care less.' how weird.)
But this is hardly my life's story. I'm just trying to figure out what to do in the time that Xavier is gone. I may just decide to go out and play some pool down in the common rooms of Hammel, but I'm not sure. Mom and Dad are still working, so there really isn't much keeping me at home.
I think I'll do that, actually.
June 8th, 2004
Graduation. We made it. We made it through to the end, and we aren't going to have to stay at Hammel because they have dubbed us in control of our power. Jax has always wanted to go to college, to continue on learning, but all I want to do is just relax. We've gotten into huge arguments about this, but in the long run, we've decided that we are going to go to college for a degree that involves Meta-Human studies. It was an interest we could both agree on, but we have yet to really look.
Mom and Dad say that we can do whatever we'd like, and they'd gladly pay for it. I want to tell them to keep their money, but every time I open my mouth to try and say something, I get a scolding from Jax. He's the life of the party, most definitely.
He's not really here right now, so at least he'll never really see what I just said. If he did, he'd probably give me hell. But that's what brother's do, right?
Jaxon closed the book, a stupid grin flashing across their unshaven face. Their dark curls fell into their brown eyes as he set the diary down on the couch seat beside them. In their mind, he reached for Xavier.
<You, uh, weren't supposed to see that, Jax.>
<No shit.> He laughed inwardly, and Xavier's embarrassment bled through into his own emotions. <You're an ass.>
<You lived with me for 17 years and you're just figuring this out?>
<No, I'm just reminding you.> Jaxon pulled away and allowed Xavier to take control. Confused, Xavier asked what was wrong.
<Nothing, I'm just going to sleep.> And with that, he was gone. Xavier was alone in their body once again.
<Yeah, thanks for the warning.>
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Lux
Age: late teens
RP Experience: 6-7 years?
How did you find us?: You already know
Show your S K I L L S . . .
Just gonna say see Adaryn Breslin or any of my other characters
