IRVINE PATI // capitol
Apr 18, 2013 13:05:31 GMT -5
Post by semper on Apr 18, 2013 13:05:31 GMT -5
Name: IRVINE
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: The Capitol
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: The Capitol
Appearance: Personality:
History:Irvine Pati
Male, Born April 21 (18) [6'0"|146 lbs] District 4
Career|Retrieved|Severe Autism|McFadden|Semper
Irvine has retreated into his own head, made a comfy little den in there and has no intention of leaving. He'll cling to that place for the rest of his life because it's the only thing that actually works right. His body doesn't move like other peoples. Yes he can walk, but he's very clumsy. He has no ability to speak at all, even if he had ever learned and remembered how to. He barely manages sign language to a level where he can say any minor concerns. The poor kid is a genius though, it's just he can't express anything and that makes him frustrated. He also sees light abnormally, (like those firework glasses), like a spectrum of rays from a light source, but in every colour and it disorients him to make it harder for him to move around.
Codeword: odairFor Irvine, growing up in a Career district was hard. Ever since he could remember he had been enveloped in a "strange" world that only he knew about but others seemed to sense. He never could fully control his body and it infuriated him. Even at a young age he would frequently grow frustrated and all he knew to do was cry. His parents' patience had grown very thin and they snapped at him for every outburst he had and frequently told him harsh things: "Use your damn words! Stop shaking! Why aren't you doing your homework?" I would do all that if I could! Irvine despised being at home just as much as he hated being at school - the other students there avoided him as if his twitchings and grunts were some contagious disease and it took a toll on his mentality over the years.
The boy failed school and didn't even bother to attempt career training, knowing that there would only be more taunts and heartless jests awaiting him there. Whenever everyone else was at training he would go down to a secluded dock on the ocean, sitting down on the end and just watching the waves. Sitting by the ocean provided the only solitude that his mind couldn't; he enjoyed watching the waves and how all different colors of light mixed with the swirls and foam. Then, when his parents found out where he had been when he skipped out on career training, they grabbed him by the arm and dragged him along, muttering things like "Why couldn't you have just fallen off the dock?" There's been a few times where I did consider doing that, Mom, and I almost did.
There was this other boy at the school: Ridley. The other students look at him strangely too, and though Irvine felt bad for thinking it, he was glad that he wasn't the only one the other avoided. He wanted to get to know this Ridley boy but Irvine's lack of ability to properly communicate prevented that; so he watched from afar, just as he always did, until the day Ridley disappeared.
Irvine hadn't thought very much about the disappearance since a lot of people came and went all the time. He continued about his way, being a "burden" to his parents and the "crazy kid" that other students' parents warned their kids about. He hated being the target of so many taunts and so eventually he just quit going to school, but soon after was when the men with name tags came. He vividly remembers his mother's face - what a stern, victorious look - when they dragged him away as he pleaded (well, more like grunted and squealed) for his mother to help him but she never did.
They took him and treated him just the same as the other students had done. He reverted back to staying within the safety of his mind, longing for that lone dock where he could watch the waves mix with swirls of different colors and listen to the soft crashing, feel the warm sand between his toes, and, hell, even build a sandcastle or two. Over time he grew increasingly angry with the nurses and people in the hospital, glaring and growling whenever they approached or came into his room. All he wanted was his ocean and being trapped between four cement block walls was slowly driving him mad, not to mention the condescending attitudes of both other patients and nurses.
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Mania and Melancholy
main BD9B78
thinking red
emphasis D9C588
FC: Finn Harries