5. Orphanage
((OOC: This entry was made either one or two days before the ball))
More memories come to me every day. Sometimes there are only a few, but sometimes there are many all at once.
Part of me wants these memories to come all at the latter pace so that I can know about my past as soon as possible....Yet another part of me wishes I could savor these memories and that they would all come at the earlier speed.
The memories I received today made me have mixed feelings. Parts of them were good and parts were not as enjoyable.
[Private to self]
After my parents died, I went to an orphanage. I seemed to fit in okay until I tried to warn a friend of mine that he should stay away from the street. Everyone began to think I must be possessed, a witch, or something of the sort. I wish he had listened...for both of our sakes.
I distinctly remember waking up one morning to find a wara ningyo on my bedside table. It had a note saying 'Why don't you kill someone useful, like the teachers at school or the bullies?'
About a year later, an Englishman visited me. His name was Quillsh Wammy, as I would learn. He was quite nice. I have no bad memories of the man as far as I know, and seeing the memory of his kind, smiling face as he introduced himself did not fill me with dread. I hope this means he remains good in the rest of my memories.
He took me from the orphanage I was at, thank the forces above.
He told me the orphanage he was taking me to was for people more like me. I had hoped that there were others with my ability, but he had merely meant those of superior intellect and potential.
I made sure to stay silent about what I saw at this new orphanage, Wammy's House. Not a very original name...but it served it's purpose. At this orphanage, it was easy to adjust to secrets, as it was part of everyone's everyday lives. We were required to keep our names secret and go by a single English letter that was the first letter of the romanized version of our name. No wonder I introduced myself as 'B' here instead of 'Beyond.' I was raised that way.
I immediately made a friend. He went by 'A'. For some reason, seeing him in my memories fills me with a sense of foreboding...
There was a person there that Quillsh told us we should aim toward being like. He went by 'L'. When I remembered this name, the feelings I received were hard to decipher. There was too many....I don't understand them... I believe I will just see how this plays out.
I would see him sometimes. He looked like how I seem to be dressing myself...Did I take Quillsh's statement literally? Why is it so much more comfortable to dress like him than myself? I don't understand....Did I feel he was better than me and tried to dress like him in order to feel better about myself? Did I simply want to get in character in order to fulfill my task? Was I attempting to mock him in my own way?
Maybe it was a combination of all of these?
It's hard to tell with the feelings I have to figure out.
But enough about L. A was the person I focused on the most in these memories. I wish to remember them forever. He didn't judge me. He treated me equally. While other kids were either scared of me or made fun of my accent and features, he played with me constantly and even helped me learn English. I remember sitting up with him in his room and listening to him read me novels. I could still recite them to you if you asked me.
In return, I requested some manga to be imported so I could read them to him and help him learn Japanese. I remember one manga in particular: Akazukin Cha Cha. I loved it and so did A. We would even play together as the characters.... I wonder if I could find that manga somewhere here... I would love to have them back in my possession.
[/Private]
Someone here goes by the name of 'L'. I would like to set up a meeting with him. Please speak up.
More memories come to me every day. Sometimes there are only a few, but sometimes there are many all at once.
Part of me wants these memories to come all at the latter pace so that I can know about my past as soon as possible....Yet another part of me wishes I could savor these memories and that they would all come at the earlier speed.
The memories I received today made me have mixed feelings. Parts of them were good and parts were not as enjoyable.
[Private to self]
After my parents died, I went to an orphanage. I seemed to fit in okay until I tried to warn a friend of mine that he should stay away from the street. Everyone began to think I must be possessed, a witch, or something of the sort. I wish he had listened...for both of our sakes.
I distinctly remember waking up one morning to find a wara ningyo on my bedside table. It had a note saying 'Why don't you kill someone useful, like the teachers at school or the bullies?'
About a year later, an Englishman visited me. His name was Quillsh Wammy, as I would learn. He was quite nice. I have no bad memories of the man as far as I know, and seeing the memory of his kind, smiling face as he introduced himself did not fill me with dread. I hope this means he remains good in the rest of my memories.
He took me from the orphanage I was at, thank the forces above.
He told me the orphanage he was taking me to was for people more like me. I had hoped that there were others with my ability, but he had merely meant those of superior intellect and potential.
I made sure to stay silent about what I saw at this new orphanage, Wammy's House. Not a very original name...but it served it's purpose. At this orphanage, it was easy to adjust to secrets, as it was part of everyone's everyday lives. We were required to keep our names secret and go by a single English letter that was the first letter of the romanized version of our name. No wonder I introduced myself as 'B' here instead of 'Beyond.' I was raised that way.
I immediately made a friend. He went by 'A'. For some reason, seeing him in my memories fills me with a sense of foreboding...
There was a person there that Quillsh told us we should aim toward being like. He went by 'L'. When I remembered this name, the feelings I received were hard to decipher. There was too many....I don't understand them... I believe I will just see how this plays out.
I would see him sometimes. He looked like how I seem to be dressing myself...Did I take Quillsh's statement literally? Why is it so much more comfortable to dress like him than myself? I don't understand....Did I feel he was better than me and tried to dress like him in order to feel better about myself? Did I simply want to get in character in order to fulfill my task? Was I attempting to mock him in my own way?
Maybe it was a combination of all of these?
It's hard to tell with the feelings I have to figure out.
But enough about L. A was the person I focused on the most in these memories. I wish to remember them forever. He didn't judge me. He treated me equally. While other kids were either scared of me or made fun of my accent and features, he played with me constantly and even helped me learn English. I remember sitting up with him in his room and listening to him read me novels. I could still recite them to you if you asked me.
In return, I requested some manga to be imported so I could read them to him and help him learn Japanese. I remember one manga in particular: Akazukin Cha Cha. I loved it and so did A. We would even play together as the characters.... I wonder if I could find that manga somewhere here... I would love to have them back in my possession.
[/Private]
Someone here goes by the name of 'L'. I would like to set up a meeting with him. Please speak up.