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[attr="class","rcapphov"] [attr="class","rcapphov2"] [PTabbedContent] [PTab= [attr="class","rcapptab"]CANON ][attr="class","rcappleft2"] [attr="class","rcappleft3"] [attr="class","rcappleft4"] [attr="class","rcapplefttitle"]POINT OF DEPARTURE [attr="class","rcappleft5"] Mary was preparing to flee Seattle and was quite literally packing her bags when she experienced a wave of drowsiness, as if she had been shot with a tranquilizer gun. She fell, face-first onto her bedroom floor, and when she came-to, she was lying in a small bedroom that would soon become her home in Tomodachi Island. [attr="class","rcappleft2"] [attr="class","rcappleft3"] [attr="class","rcappleft4"] [attr="class","rcapplefttitle"]CHARACTER ABILITIES [attr="class","rcappleft51"] KINDNESSIt was once said that where there were human beings, there was opportunity for kindness. Mary Fairchild has always known despair and poverty, and even as an adult woman she was used for her body and nothing else. Mary, virtuous and naïve as she is, has always been able to see the light in the darkness, the sun at the end of a tunnel. She's exceptionally adept at showing this kindness, and by default she is likely one of the most compassionate people anyone could ever cross paths with. She's always looking for ways to give back to her own community, and often the money she doesn't use for rent or her own basic human needs she gives to charities, fundraisers, and even the homeless who wander outside her apartment. [/PTab={background-color:transparent;width:478px;height:612px;padding:0px!important;margin:-23px -3px -3px -3px;}] [PTab= [attr="class","rcapptab2"]BIO ][attr="class","rcappleft6"] [attr="class","rcappleft61"] DECEMBER 5th, 1966A little girl named Mary Kellish is born to a sixteen-year old high-school dropout. She's a healthy baby girl, with little blond tufts of hair and enormous blue eyes. Her beauty means nothing, however, to her own mother. Mary is given up for adoption, and six months later she goes home with Harry and Gina Fairchild. Life is wonderful, for short time. [break][break] FEBRUARY 25th, 1970Gina and Harry split after a short, rocky marriage. Harry cuts himself off; severs all ties with his ex-wife and his adoptive daughter. Mary is raised without a father, and thanks to Gina's growing alcoholism, without much of a mother. She learns to care for herself at a young age, young enough that she had hardly begun her elementary school career when she was making her own dinners, feeding the pets, tending the lawn. [break][break] JULY 19th, 1978Mary is twelve when Gina Fairchild drinks herself to death. To make matters worse, it was Mary herself who had found her mother facedown in a pool of her own vomit, her face blue and her fingers swollen. Mary is taken back into foster care, and two months into her processing period she's contacted by her birth mother, now twenty-eight years old. Katie Kellish adopts her daughter and for a blissful few months, Mary has a mother again. But her bliss is short-lived.[break][break] OCTOBER 7th, 1978Her mother doesn't wait long to pull Mary into 'the family business', the polite way of saying prostitution. Soon, Mary drops out of school and begins working on the streets, and she loses her innocence when she's far too young. She rarely sees her mother, who's disappeared into the trafficking business, and for the next several years Mary lives in filth and squalor, growing up amongst the city's worst. She numbs herself to the lifestyle and continues working, all the way up until that fateful night, just before her twentieth birthday. [break][break] DECEMBER 4th, 1988Mary is shivering down the streets of Seattle when a small white car pulls up next to her and rolls its window down. Mistaking the gesture for that of a client, Mary steps up to the window and leans down, asking, "How can I help you tonight?" But the man in the driver's seat doesn't look particularly menacing, with a kind face and short salt-and-pepper hair. He smiles at her. [break][break] "You're mistaken, darling girl. I'm here to offer you a home. A place of peace and warmth, if you will." [break][break] Now, if Mary had been wiser, she might have recognized the gleam in his eye or the tic in his jaw. But the night was cool, her job was dehumanizing, and she'd worked for so long that she felt as if she had absolutely nothing left to do. So, tugging open the backdoor, she slides into the car and watches as it pulls away from the curb and races down a few more streets before rolling to a stop in front of a large, ancient church. It's the type of church with bell towers, stained glass, velvet flooring with golden braziers blazing on the wall. Mary is swarmed the moment she steps inside, surrounded by nuns in black robes and headdresses. The man, who she would come to know as Father William, would beckon towards a younger nun and she would follow him dutifully towards his office. [break][break] But her luck didn't last for long. Father William quickly began to show his true colors, treating Mary and the other nuns the way Mary had been treated since she was twelve years old. He would call on them, bring them to his office, and commit unspeakable acts late into the night. [break][break] AUGUST 18th, 1989She lives like this for another year. It's awful, it's degrading, it's absolutely maddening — but she can't complain. Without the Father, she would be homeless. On the streets. Whoring herself to men from around the city, sick, on her last legs of life. At least she has a bed, she keeps telling herself. At least she's not alone. [break][break] But she is. Several of the other nuns outcast her, isolate her from the upper group. It's because she's young, it's because underneath her habit, a sleeve of tattoos (tasteful ones) decorates her left arm. She's not a real nun. She's not a woman of God.[break][break] But are any of them women of God?! She wants to scream. [break][break] The first light at the end of the devastatingly long table comes in the form of a rainstorm. It's pouring rain, and Father William makes his rounds. "You there," he says in that easy voice, drawling his words. Mary turns to him. A shudder backflips down her spine and she stands stiff, as she's been told to do. He approaches her, shoves a bundle into her arms. "Take this to this address," he says gruffly, slipping her a piece of paper. "And..." he pauses. "Wear your best undergarments." [break][break] William has always made his fortune in secrets. His more trusted nuns had served as personal spies, and Mary knew it. She didn't know what he traded them for, or how the nuns managed to find them, but she has a sick feeling she's about to find out. AUGUST 18th, 1989Mary follows the directions to the address and she's greeted by a young man, roughly her own age. He's disheveled, grumpy, taking her package only moments after she finally makes the connection — drugs. He's strange, though, even after everyone Mary had ever dealt with. But she has to do her job, so she flashes a collarbone, eyes the bed smashed against the wall behind him. But he doesn't accept her silent offer — rather, he frowns deeply, leads her to the kitchen, and makes her a bowl of Lucky Charms. He's high as the Space Needle, sure, but it's nice to shuck off her veil and let her hair down. She's almost sad to leave.[break][break] Almost. [break][break] AUGUST 27th, 1989"Stay with him," Father William commands her. "Do not leave his side until I tell you you're allowed to do so." And so she does. When he comes opens his apartment door, blowing her down with his long coat and those coarse brown curls, Mary drifts towards him and follows him like a shadow. He notices, without a doubt, and begins barking at her with a voice so full of vinegar and salt that she flinches with every word. [break][break] (She thought he was different. But what does a bowl of Lucky Charms mean, she thinks, when he had been riding the high of a needle through his elbow?)[break][break] SEPTEMBER 3rd, 1989She becomes his personal deliverywoman. Almost every day, she carts a new bundle of heroin to his home, and almost every day, she drifts inside and seats herself on his floor, sitting quietly while he rambles about everything and nothing and occasionally, occasionally, the revolution. [break][break] "The revolution?" She wants to ask. She doesn't . He's always so strange, so unhinged. But it's not always the same. [break][break] There are times when he'll come to the door, moving less like himself and more like a machine; fluidly, emotionlessly. These aren't the actions of a drugged man, she thinks. This is someone else. She tries to talk to him, and his replies are metronomic. Like they've been scripted. So she stays quiet, minds her own business. [break][break] (But she always wears her best lingerie. Just in case.) [break][break] And then, one day, he opens the door and takes the bundle but he doesn't use it. He sets it aside, does his best to make conversation. (Call me Nikki, he says, because she'd never known his name. Just Nikki.) [break][break] SEPTEMBER 25th, 1989Nikki quickly becomes Mary's best friend. They share late nights, early mornings, meeting under the guise of something far less innocent. But when she's with Nikki, she's not Sister Mary, or You There, or That Girl. She's Mary. She's human. It shocks her, she thinks, almost as much as it shocks Nikki when he finally manages to pull a laugh out of her. It's rusty, granted, because she hasn't laughed in years, but after it's over they're both startled into silence. Her laughs become frequent, and her smiles surface like the bubbles in a soda. She's finally part of something, finally real. For the first time since she was twelve years old, she's happy. Honestly, truly happy. [break][break] NOVEMBER 1st, 1989And finally, finally, she puts a label to the happiness. She can't imagine a world without him, a future without that strange, hunched frame in the doorway of a dirty apartment. On a rainy day in November, the church is empty, vacated for the night thanks to a conference that Father William had so eagerly urged his nuns to attend. [break][break] But then Nikki shows up, a thunderstorm in the doorway of the chapel, and moves like an oiled snake towards Father William's office. Mary hears a low voice, another, and then a gunshot. Loud and unmistakable. [break][break] And then he comes for her. He slithers out of the office and lightning flashes outside and suddenly there's a cold barrel of a gun pressed to her sweating forehead. And suddenly — suddenly the prospect of death doesn't seem quite so frightening. Her hands make fists at her sides, her back arches beneath her robes. Nikki's voice mumbles something she doesn't quite catch (his voice sounds a lot like thunder) and she realizes with startling clarity that he's going to kill her, without a doubt. She'd heard his stories, of the people he'd killed. Of the man he worked for. Of the perverted priest he called a coworker.[break][break] "It's okay," she hears herself saying. Because Nikki is the best thing she's ever had. If she has a chance to save him, to help him escape -- she'll take it. "It's okay." Her fingers wrap around his wrist, pressing the muzzle of the gun to her forehead. "I'll close my eyes," she assures him. "You shoot." [break][break] And then something crumples within him, like a piece of paper set aflame. The gun cracks like lightning as it hits the ground and he swings his arms forwards, his bony frame enveloping her like a cigarette-smoke cocoon. A sob lurches from her chest and she can barely stand, her knees knocking together as she shivers, her entire body weak with relief. But anger flashes through her, even as he buries his face between her shoulder and her chin and murmurs against her skin, his own tears wetting the collar of her habit. And then, jerked from his lips like a hand from a hot stove -- [break][break] "I love you." [break][break] His voice is soft, but she hears it anyway. And then he stammers, trying to correct himself, before Mary does what she'd meant to do so long ago -- she takes his mismatched face between her hands and kisses the very last breath out of his lungs.[break][break] And when all is said and done, when his breath sighs past her ear and he settles down next to her with some actual color in his cheeks, they talk for hours about their future, about The Plan. Together, they decided, they would leave Seattle and the mess of their lives and start a new one together. Maybe they'd find an apartment. Maybe she could find a stable, stress-free job, and maybe Nikki could check himself into rehab. They'd work through it. Together.[break][break] She looks up at him, (and he's still here, she thinks, he hasn't dropped cash on me and walked away) and almost smiles. And then, as startling as a thunderclap, she realizes an absolute truth; she loves him. She's never been so sure of anything in her life, and despite her urge to tell him, she decides to wait. She doesn't even know what love feels like. In the end, they part ways. Nikki has a few loose ends to tie up, and Mary has some packing to do. [break][break] So they say their goodbyes. And as Mary is packing, filling her little suitcase with everything she might need, she begins to feel sleepy, her eyes drooping. She drops to her knees before her bed, and falls asleep. When she wakes up, she's not in the church, and she's certainly not in Seattle. It takes her months to regain her bearings in Tomodachi, and when she does, she realizes not only had it taken the city nearly twenty-eight years to transport her, but in those years she hadn't aged a single day. So she settled down, found a steady job as a barista, and has worked in the same coffee shop ever since. 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