Brynn Arthyen {D13} FINISHED

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(Swear To Shake It Up If You Swear To Listen)

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Sitting leaned intently over a book, glasses pushed as far as humanly possible up the bridge of a medium nose, large brown eyes scanning the page, happily soaking up the words. His arm thrusts to the side and he whispers his apologies to the person next to him. When he puts his fist on his high cheekbone, he feels his face pull into a grimace. He exhales heavily and slightly shakes his head. The tics were appearing again with a vengeance, and Brynn knew sooner or later his vocal cords would make a tic.

Suddenly, he feels a vocal tic coming on, but even though he tried to tuck in his lips, he didn't catch it down in time. So in a hoarse voice, he screams as loud as possible "Shit!" Everybody instantly straightens up like something popped out in front of their faces and they casually turn to look at Brynn. His already large brown eyes are even wider with this sort of deer-in-the-headlights look, his full lips tucked in. Everybody eventually looked away, but by then, the hour bell had rung and he was headed to math, his screams of cuss words lost in the loud voices of the hall.

As he slaps a bony hand over his lips, his thick eyebrows knit together in concentration as his pale, small, weak frame navigates through the hall, doing his best to hold in vocal tics. Someone pushes him to the side, muttering to the person next to them if Brynn was trying to hold down his freakish impulses. The person muttered back that even if he didn't have Tourettes, he'd still be a freak, suspenders holding up pants that covered long, spindly legs, and a button up shirt that was tucked into his dress pants, long sleeves covering long, spindly arms. Brynn rolled his eyes and shoved down his vocal tics, running to his next class, hoping that he wouldn't slip up again.


(We're Still So Young And Desperate For Attention)

I'm not a bad person because I scream cuss words at the top of my lungs. I just have something wrong with me. I hate it when I just sit, minding my own business, and then my voice box randomly feels the need to kick into action and I say things I don't mean to say. I'm not an asshole, contrary to popular belief. I actually do have a good bone in my body. It's not like I am the meanest person ever. In my opinion I'm one of the nicest, but that could just be me tooting my own horn. Although, when people tell me I'm an attention seeker, that's when I get frustrated easily. It's not like I hiss and scream and twitch for absolutely no reason. I'm surprised they haven't accused Jace of faking his ADHD.

One thing they don't accuse me of faking, thank Ripred, is that I am most probably the biggest nerd ever. If the suspenders and dress shirts and pants and horn-rimmed glasses aren't enough proof, get me on the topic of computers or music and I will never shut up. Though, I only talk to certain people like Christian and Jace. The type that have no room to judge. The type that are just naturally nice because of years of their own torment.

Past my nerdiness and slight shy attitude when I'm around certain people, I am like a total little firecracker when I'm singing in glee club. I can forget that there's something wrong with me, and be someone completely new; someone with confidence and swag. Those little moments when my brain and vocal chords aren't connected and screaming things like "Fuck!" or "Slut!" I am a whole other person. I am that joyful person I had always wanted to be growing up. I those couple of minutes, I am fulfilling my wishes to be somewhat normal. Sometimes, it's like I don't have my condition and I am just like the rest of them.

(I'm The Narrator And This Is Just The Prologue)
Brynn was born a completely normal District 2 kid. Well, he was normal at first. He was like any other kid that loved to stir up trouble and cause a ruckus. It might have been small things like putting glitter glue in someones hair or something along those lines, which teachers never found extremely bad. But when he was seven, he started acting a bit different.

At the age of seven, when he was in a classroom, he yelled a couple of cusswords at the top of his lungs. The teachers sent him outside, but Brynn had no idea why he did that. All he got was a stern talk to and a pat on the back, and then he was sent back on his way. But he screamed his lungs out again, and his parents were called to come and correct him. During the meeting with the teachers and his parents, his face formed a grimace that everybody thought he was faking. Then his arm thrust out to the side. And then cuss words came again.

He was taken to a doctor, who came up with no results, but knew there was something wrong with him. It was a syndrome that made his head twitch to the side. It made him say things he didn't want to. It made his face conform into odd shapes. It made his arm thrust to the side. It made him different. At school, teachers disliked him because of the distractions he made that he couldn't control. The kids disliked him because he was annoying and hit kids for absolutely no reason. His own parents didn't exactly enjoy his company, as they wanted to go out to public places, and they couldn't have their son screaming and twitching while other people were around. He was cast away, left to twitch and scream profanities on his own.

Eventually, his mother got into drugs. Hard morphling and heroin. She had an addiction for two years. Brynn knew very vaguely of it, and his father suspected something was up but never knew that it could be something as serious as drug abuse. When Brynn was in his room twitching and his father was at work, it was almost guaranteed that his mother was in the bathroom shooting up into her veins or shoving pills down her throat.

When he was seventeen, his mother was suspected of drug dealing, which was something she could go to the detention center for and jailed for many years. Not wanting to take the time as result of the crime, she dragged Brynn (and her husband, who loved her too much to see her leave) into the woods to try and make it to District Thirteen, where it was rumored there were still people inhabiting the place. She saw it as a good place to go, as there would be no way Peacekeepers would give chase in the woods.

For two and a half weeks, his family went through the woods, merely scraping by to survive. His father, a Career when he was a teenager, hunted (away from Brynn, as his constant screams scared away game), and his mother, who wasn't a Career went to get water. Well, one day, his mother decided it would be a good idea if she try and gather plants, and she ended up poisoning herself, leaving Brynn and his father on their own to go to District Thirteen. His father contemplated going back, but decided against it, mumbling to himself about 'we are almost there' and 'it's at least better than Panem' and such things.

So eventually, they made it to District Thirteen. Brynn's tics were still pretty bad, and when his father noticed that he never seemed to like being around people, he pushed his son into Glee club, both to get him more social and get him out of his sight. Brynn eventually discovered that when his voice is belting out the words to songs along with an acoustic guitar, his vocal tics don't appear, and it's like for just a few minutes, he doesn't have his condition. He ended up loving it, and when there is a practice, you can bet your ass he will be there. Because if he has the ability to be normal for just a few minutes - a few seconds, even - he will jump on that chance.


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One small thing -- because doctors aren't terribly advanced in Panem, they wouldn't be able to diagnose him. It would just be an anomaly to them, mostly. Remove that tidbit, and post here when you're done!

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