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hayden flynn

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Jun 5 2017, 01:10 AM
Where had the weekend gone? Somewhere deep down in that Superwholock rabbit hole, Hayden had sped up time. Or, at least, that’s how it felt. Locked up in her room, curtains drawn tight to shut out any unwanted sights—like the neighbor boy getting it on with a girl with no shame, blinds drawn wide open—Hayden had “wasted” her days. That was how her dad had put it when she had finally ventured downstairs last night for a brief scavenge of the kitchen. However, Hayden found it a bit moot; whatever she did, it was going to waste her day, anyway. She was in California, after all.

But today? It was Monday, and it certainly felt like a Monday. Hayden had not felt like getting out of bed before noon, but…it was an unfortunate necessity. As patient as her dad had been with her through the weekend, he had made sure she woke up early enough to shower and get ready for summer school. Yes, summer school. She was a straight A student, and that would grant most a well-deserved summer break, but an idle summer was not an option for the daughter of Dr. Flynn. Regardless of having just moved in late last Thursday night, her weekend of moping was officially over, and it was time to venture back out into the light of day. Reluctantly.

Hayden stood out on the sidewalk in front of the large suburban house, thumbs hooked in the shoulder straps of her backpack as she stared blankly down the road. Penny Lane played on Pandora, the earbuds trailing from the phone in her pocket to her ears and blocking out the sounds of dawn. It was far too early by east coast standards, and, even with a cup of coffee already running through her veins, the girl was far from feeling awake. Part of it was the early hour, seven o’clock, and part of it was just a sheer lack of will to be out there in the first place. It also didn’t help that she was being forced to take the school bus—the public school bus. Despite Dr. Flynn owning three cars, one had not been offered for his daughter’s use, and her dad’s cheerful comment over breakfast about the bus route being a fairly short ride from their block had made his opinions on the matter known.

And so, standing out in the weirdly warm morning air, Hayden tried not to think about what kinds of people she was going to be forced to pool with on her way to school. Considering her first impressions of California teens—the two boys from Friday morning—she could only imagine a whole bus full of Ed Hardy and Barbie wannabes. It was best to let her mind wander elsewhere—down to Penny Lane, where the barber was showing photographs of every head he’s had the pleasure to know, and all the people that come and go stop to say, “Hello.”


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OUTFIT: Day 4
May 29 2017, 01:39 PM
“Why don’t you take the dog for a walk?” Dr. Flynn suggested, his voice carrying into the front hall from the kitchen.

Hayden paused and looked up from her half-crouched position with a less than amused expression, hand holding firm to the blue nylon collar of the excited Irish setter, but her father’s back was turned, and the man was busying himself with a dozen or so bags groceries. That would explain the poorly timed comment, at least, but Hayden wasn’t exactly in an accepting mood this morning. Without a word, she finished clipping the leash on the dancing red dog and left through the front door.

Sunny, hot California… Today, back in her hometown of Pomfret, Connecticut, noon, it was a mild sixty-seven degrees, overcast, and drizzly. But, here in Angel Grove, California, at nine o’clock in the morning, the sun was blazing, and Hayden was making a best guess that it was already in the mid-eighties. She didn’t know for sure, and she supposed it probably would have been prudent to switch her phone over to her new location, but…she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Denial—she knew she was in deep, but knowing it didn’t change anything. She still didn’t want to be there, three-thousand miles away from home and her friends and everything else she knew and loved.

Hayden ambled down the short, paved driveway of the enormous suburban house, hazel eyes giving an uninterested glance around the neatly manicured front lawn through the rosy tint of her sunglasses. Cliff walked on a slack leash at her side, his prancing gait zig-zagging a bit, following his head with the overactive sniffer panning the new neighborhood. Excited as he was with his lolling tongue and waving tail, he kept himself faithfully glued to his girl’s side, his big brown eyes glancing up to her now and then as if to say, “What an adventure we’re having!” He was thrilled, but, then again, he was likely unaware of the unfortunate factors which brought them to this exciting new place. He felt his girl’s misery, though, and it manifested in the occasional questioning whine mixing through his steady, easy panting breath.

Pausing as she reached the sidewalk, Hayden reached up to tie her long, copper waves back in a high ponytail with an elastic she’d worn on her wrist, letting the leash hang loose on its loop around her forearm. Cliff took the moment to give the flowers at the edge of driveway a thorough investigation with his nose, patient as only the best good boy in the world could be for his girl to do her thing. Once her hair was secured up, Hayden stepped off to the left, her tall, red dog falling in step at her side with a high waving tail. Neither had a clue where they were going, and, while Hayden didn’t particularly care with her sullen mood and stubborn denial, Cliff looked genuinely thrilled to be doing anything at all with his girl in this excitingly new place.

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NOTE: Hayden just moved into what is probably the nicest house in that part of town. Completely new to Angel Grove, this is her first day, and she is not thrilled to be here.
Outfit: Hayden—Day One
Dog: Clifford
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<br><font class="steveoapptwo">NICKNAME(S):</font> N/A
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">SPECIES:</font> Human
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">AGE:</font> 17
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">BIRTHDATE:</font> January 2
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">TEAM:</font> MMPR
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">COLOR:</font> Red
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">BASE OF OPERATIONS:</font> Angel Grove
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">OCCUPATION:</font> Student
<br><font class="steveoapptwo">FACECLAIM:</font> Holland Roden
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<li>Red Power Coin</li>
<li>Blade Blaster</li>
<li>Power Sword</li>
<li>Tyrannosaurus Zord</li>
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Abilities<br>
Just like the rest of the Mighty Morphin’ team, Red Ranger possesses superhuman strength, agility, and endurance. Aside from the metahuman abilities bestowed by her power coin, Hayden has above average strength and endurance due to a variety of physical hobbies and is an incredibly healthy and physically fit individual. Years of rock climbing, yoga, recreational paint ball, dirt bike riding, and fencing have set her up to be a powerful Red Ranger. Having gone through first aid and CPR training back in Connecticut and serving as a junior volunteer in the local fire department, Hayden is also trained on emergency response and plans to get her EMT certification after she turns eighteen.
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Personality<br>
Despite growing up the daughter of two prestigious Hartford Hospital doctors and never left wanting for anything, Hayden is far from spoiled and knows the meaning of hard work and responsibility. Her father, in particular, sets high expectations for his daughter in academics, school clubs, and in volunteering her time and services to the community. Nothing has ever been given to her without having earned it, but she would never complain. Responsibility, leadership, a healthy lifestyle, caring for others, and doing what’s right are all a part of being a Flynn, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. This, of course, has shaped her into a girl who holds herself accountable for nearly everything, including the well-being and happiness of others, and it has a tendency to manifest in a rather protective way, whether it be for family, friends, or simply the underdog.

<p>Hayden is vibrant and lively without being overly so. There’s a spark in her that reads “playful” and “fun” which makes her seem the approachable type, but she’s not one to push herself on others or demand to be the center of attention. She’s a very intelligent girl with an aim for medical school, but academics come easy to her in a way that might be frustrating for others who aren’t so blessed. But, really, she’s pretty easy-going and just wants to have some fun once in a while, though, to be perfectly honest, she may need some heavy coaxing to help her justify taking a break from school or other responsibilities and get out.

<p>Growing up with her best friend being her older brother, Hayden has a tendency to lean toward some “boyish” (by typical societal standards) hobbies—videogames, Nerf, paintball—though, to survive the high-pressure life of the private school socialite, that’s all been kept on the down-low. To go along with it, Hayden is a closet nerd and enjoys everything from Star Wars to comic book heroes, but it all feels like a guilty pleasure to her. She’s never really had the opportunity to fully be herself in public, but has never known anything different, either.

<p>Of course, even with her closeted private life, it’s not exactly a tragic teen story. Hayden enjoys the “girly” things, too—fashion, beauty, baking—and she’s never been lacked social life, so she’s never been completely bottle up. She just…hasn’t ever had the opportunity to just be her.

<p>History<br>
Born and raised in Pomfret, Connecticut, Hayden Ridley Flynn had a fairly privileged childhood. Her father and mother are both nationally recognized professionals in their fields of neurosurgery and oncology, respectfully, and so the Flynn family was rather well-off. To give their children the best possible opportunities in life, Hayden and her older brother by four years, Roy, were given private school educations, and both children did extremely well in that social sphere, becoming school icons and veritable monarchy. Four years ahead of her, Roy had set an extremely high social and academic bar for Hayden by the time she entered Pomfret Preparatory High School, and yet stepping into her brother’s shoes had been a bit like passing the crown. Hayden was the golden girl, loved by all and involved in everything. The perfect school idol.

<p>Hayden’s parents had set high standards and expectations for charity, volunteer work, and extracurricular activities for both as far back as either can remember, but the approach with which these expectations were set was very different between the Mr. and the Mrs. They were as different as they come for a married couple. Her father was a rather easy-going individual with an easy smile and warm nature, but her mother… That was a different story altogether. Mrs. Dr. Flynn was high strung, strict, and rigid both in her home life and at work. These differences in personality grew into a deep, volatile rift which resulted in a ruthless and bloody divorce. The result of that divorce? Three-thousand miles and a completely new life for Hayden and her father.

<p>The decision to move to a completely different coast was an entirely impulsive action on Mr. Dr. Flynn’s part, and Hayden, much to her displeasure, had very little say or influence in the matter. Her mother had…decided to “distance” herself—that was the polite way to put it, at least—and so Hayden wasn’t given much of a choice when her father announced that they would be moving. Reason had gone out the window in the midst of a divorced fueled mid-life crisis, and nothing was stopping her father from moving as far away from her mother a possible without completely leaving the lower forty-eight states.

<p>That brings us to our beginning—or a beginning of things, such as they are.

<p>Displaced and cut off from everything she’s ever known and loved, Hayden is stuck in a bit of an emotional rut as she takes her first steps into Angel Grove. The girl went from knowing exactly who she was and where she was going to everything suddenly being up in the air and foreign. She hates the idea of being “the new girl” and dreads her first encounters with the public school system. Denial, disbelief, depression—Hayden is far from feeling like herself, and, right now, all she wants is to be home. She wants her old life and her old friends, even if they haven’t returned her calls the past few days…

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