Kooshball Note: Sorry I haven't updated for a while. I went on holidays and
couldn't get to the internet. But I'm back now!
By the way, Triforce Knight, it was a good theory about what was going to happen. I was going to do something along those lines (Hawkeye and Izzy had to say sorry to each other somehow) but it didn't work.
And sorry to everyone that found chapter 50 confusing.
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~Izzy's POV~
As you know, I came here from Sydney, though I don't know how. Still don't, really. My life in Sydney wasn't all great, or exotic like every seems to think it is. It's just another big city. Like all cities, there are homeless, drunks, insane people, the lot. I was one of the homeless kids, stealing to survive. I never stole from anyone who looked like they couldn't afford it, like the other homeless kids, but just from people who had too much money anyway. I don't know, maybe it was you that helped me not steal from the drunks, or other people who were temporarily dead to the world. That sounds strange now, but give me a minute to explain.
Anyway, I joined a group, the FFD. You might remember Flagg carrying on about that before, though no-one mentioned what it meant. It stands for 'Five Finger Discount', another name for stealing, I guess. Taken from a TV show, and modeled to fit out needs. We'd steal a lot of things and at the end of the week, sell them and split the money. Last job I did I screwed up. I grabbed a camera at the wrong time, you see. Snatched it as the owner of the shop turned around to face me. I ran, I had no choice. Someone in the street accidentally blocked the shop keeper, and I ran onto the road, before being hit by a car. Next thing I remember, I wake up, ready to be operated on you.
Ok, Sidney Freedman told me that maybe I just blocked out all that had happened to me in between being in Sydney and coming here, but that's impossible. You see, Hawkeye, I was living in the year 2003. I came back through time. No, not back through time, but maybe into another parallel universe. I can understand why you're looking at me like that, I must sound like I'm crazy. Klinger would probably do anything to give this story a go with Colonel Potter. I know this has to be a parallel universe, or something, because back home, in 2003, this MASH unit was an old TV series, made in the 1970's. Based mainly around you, and everyone at camp. M*A*S*H, the TV series, that's what it was called, was the only thing I truly loved in life. You seemed so interested in the wellbeing of others, and I wished it was me you were looking out for.
I know you probably aren't accepting this explanation, but I swear, it's true. No doubt, you'll probably get Sidney in again, or send me away to the funny farm down the road, but if that's what you think is best for me, then that's what's best.
The strange this is, when I was hit by that jeep earlier today, I had a choice. I could go home, or I could come home. That doesn't make much sense to you, I can tell by the look you're giving me, so let me explain that a little better.
Sydney was my first home. I was born there, grew up there, and spent my childhood there. You're probably wondering why I chose to come back here, if what I'm saying is true. In Sydney, both my parents are dead, my father had died just before I was born, and my mother died two or three weeks after I was kicked out of home. Funnily enough, it was from a drug overdose. Because there were drugs found in my room by my mother, I was kicked out, kind of ironic when you think about it. Or maybe she just had a problem. Anyway, I rambling.
Here, with the 4077th, I found a family, and learnt to cope with stuff I'd never had have to put up with back in Sydney. I feel more at home here than anywhere else, even before I was kicked out of home.
I don't know why I didn't tell you all of this when I first got here, probably because I was scared you'd send me to a psychiatrist, or you'd think I was just another Klinger, trying to get out on a section eight.
I... I guess I just wanted to be accepted.
By the way, Triforce Knight, it was a good theory about what was going to happen. I was going to do something along those lines (Hawkeye and Izzy had to say sorry to each other somehow) but it didn't work.
And sorry to everyone that found chapter 50 confusing.
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~Izzy's POV~
As you know, I came here from Sydney, though I don't know how. Still don't, really. My life in Sydney wasn't all great, or exotic like every seems to think it is. It's just another big city. Like all cities, there are homeless, drunks, insane people, the lot. I was one of the homeless kids, stealing to survive. I never stole from anyone who looked like they couldn't afford it, like the other homeless kids, but just from people who had too much money anyway. I don't know, maybe it was you that helped me not steal from the drunks, or other people who were temporarily dead to the world. That sounds strange now, but give me a minute to explain.
Anyway, I joined a group, the FFD. You might remember Flagg carrying on about that before, though no-one mentioned what it meant. It stands for 'Five Finger Discount', another name for stealing, I guess. Taken from a TV show, and modeled to fit out needs. We'd steal a lot of things and at the end of the week, sell them and split the money. Last job I did I screwed up. I grabbed a camera at the wrong time, you see. Snatched it as the owner of the shop turned around to face me. I ran, I had no choice. Someone in the street accidentally blocked the shop keeper, and I ran onto the road, before being hit by a car. Next thing I remember, I wake up, ready to be operated on you.
Ok, Sidney Freedman told me that maybe I just blocked out all that had happened to me in between being in Sydney and coming here, but that's impossible. You see, Hawkeye, I was living in the year 2003. I came back through time. No, not back through time, but maybe into another parallel universe. I can understand why you're looking at me like that, I must sound like I'm crazy. Klinger would probably do anything to give this story a go with Colonel Potter. I know this has to be a parallel universe, or something, because back home, in 2003, this MASH unit was an old TV series, made in the 1970's. Based mainly around you, and everyone at camp. M*A*S*H, the TV series, that's what it was called, was the only thing I truly loved in life. You seemed so interested in the wellbeing of others, and I wished it was me you were looking out for.
I know you probably aren't accepting this explanation, but I swear, it's true. No doubt, you'll probably get Sidney in again, or send me away to the funny farm down the road, but if that's what you think is best for me, then that's what's best.
The strange this is, when I was hit by that jeep earlier today, I had a choice. I could go home, or I could come home. That doesn't make much sense to you, I can tell by the look you're giving me, so let me explain that a little better.
Sydney was my first home. I was born there, grew up there, and spent my childhood there. You're probably wondering why I chose to come back here, if what I'm saying is true. In Sydney, both my parents are dead, my father had died just before I was born, and my mother died two or three weeks after I was kicked out of home. Funnily enough, it was from a drug overdose. Because there were drugs found in my room by my mother, I was kicked out, kind of ironic when you think about it. Or maybe she just had a problem. Anyway, I rambling.
Here, with the 4077th, I found a family, and learnt to cope with stuff I'd never had have to put up with back in Sydney. I feel more at home here than anywhere else, even before I was kicked out of home.
I don't know why I didn't tell you all of this when I first got here, probably because I was scared you'd send me to a psychiatrist, or you'd think I was just another Klinger, trying to get out on a section eight.
I... I guess I just wanted to be accepted.