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Upon mention that he didn't like to be touched, Arden mumbled a polite "Sorry." She really felt like she was only making this worse. She counted Thomas among the few friends she had here in Avalon, and she didn't want to ruin that small relationship.

"I think you're trustworthy," she smiled at him. "You don't seem inherently evil... like some people."

Abilities? That didn't seem right to her. "No, I can't say I've experienced anything strange." She took a moment to mull it over. "Actually, wait, I might have. I was walking the other day, through the woods, and I was watching this bird. I wanted it to land on the ground and walk with me, just s tray little thought. And it did. It followed me all the way back to my apartment. But it looked like it was struggling, like it was doing that against it's will."

She paused and looked at her empty cup. "Could that mean anything?"

Terrified, Blind | Arden, Thomas

Her touch surprised him and he automatically pulled back noting what appeared to be hurt on her face as he did so. “I don’t like to be touched.” he offered as an apology.  

At first he didn’t register her comment about not feeling comfortable going to anybody else, but when he did he almost wanted to laugh.  However, he realized that Arden might take it wrong way so he tried to keep his expression neutral and she was really trying to reach out to somebody so he didn’t want to drive her back into her shell.

Still, he couldn’t help but comment “so, I’m suddenly the most trustworthy fellow in Avalon?” reading her mind, he knew that she knew some things about him so it surprised him that she was so willing to trust him.  He did want to help her though.

He idly wondered if she knew about the powers each resident of Avalon seemed to have been gifted with. “Have you had any other strange occurrences besides the dreams?” he wasn’t sure if there was a way to sugar coat the next part and even if there was, it wasn’t his strong suit. “The residents of this town seem to have special abilities.  I can read minds and have a sort of super human strength.  Your friend Ana can turn into animals etc.” later on he might mention something about how he thought Ana was probably a bad influence, but right now it seemed to be in poor taste so he decided to leave it go.  ”Have you discovered yours yet?”

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She vaguely wondered if he was making fun of her until he started talking about his life before Avalon. Arden couldn't help bu be a little jealous. She couldn't remember anything of her former life, not even in her dreams. But he had been here much longer, from what she gathered from talking with Ana.

It was heartbreaking, the look on his face when he told her of his wife and son. She suddenly felt terrible for bringing this up, and really wanted to apologize.

"I'm sorry.... about your family." She hesitantly reached across the table an touched his hand. "I can't remember anything about before.... here." She focused on the lines in his skin, on the callouses covering his fingers. He was a hard worker, and his hands had seen better days.

"I didn't mean to bother you. But for some reason, I didn't feel comfortable going to anyone else."

Terrified, Blind | Arden, Thomas

“Dreams?” he asked puzzled.  This wasn’t what he’d expected her to say, and he realized that without more information he wouldn’t be able to help her even if he’d understood what she was saying.  He stopped to sip at his tea before asking “about what?”

He saw nervousness again cloud Arden’s face when he asked the question and realized that he couldn’t expect her to answer if he wasn’t about to provide information about himself.  He hated sharing personal information, but he was sure Arden wouldn’t use it against him…”I have dreams, nightmares sometimes about my wife and son.” he paused before adding “they both died before me, but they’re not here in Avalon.” he felt like he’d given away too much with just those two statements and returned to sipping his tea and waiting for Arden to speak again.  he hoped she didn’t expect any more information about Mary or Tommy Jr. as it had already pained him enough bringing them up.  He missed them more than words could describe, and whenever he reopened his wound he was reminded of this.

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Still moving without her, Arden sat at the small table. The kitchen was modest, almost barren. He lived here alone. She heard him mumble something about the tea bags, and started to tell him not to worry about it, but he found them and she bit her lower lip.

Silence filled the space between them for minutes. She wasn't sure what to say, or even how to say what she'd originally come here to talk about. Everything had changed in a manner of seconds, but that was how things worked and Arden was never very good at quick recoveries.

When she saw him pour whiskey into his tea, she was a little bemused and quietly chuckled. The noise slipped out unannounced, and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth, embarrassed.

She was grateful when he sat down.

'Speak', he said. It was almost a friendly suggestion that teetered on being a command, and Arden found herself relaxing. She wasn't entirely sure why. Arden raked her teeth along her bottom lip and took a sip of the too-sweet tea he'd handed her. She didn't know how to say what she was thinking.

Minutes passed. When she reached the bottom of her tea, she quietly sat the cup down and raised her gaze to his face.

"I've been having dreams that I can't explain," she began. "They are strange.... Hard to describe, really." She ran her fingertip around the rim of her cup. "I was wondering if... this happened to you?"

It sounded stupid, but she couldn't stop herself. "I tried talking to Ana about it, but I couldn't. I just... you seem to have a good understanding of what happens here in Avalon and... I... I didn't know who else to come too."

Half of a lie, but it would suffice for now.

Terrified, Blind | Arden, Thomas

She was scared, he could tell that much and he realized that he probably looked almost like some sort of thug…not to mention calling her by the wrong name probably didn’t help much.  Still, he didn’t want to hurt her…he didn’t think he was even physically capable of hurting this woman.

“Why are you so jumpy sweetheart?” in an attempt to reassure her even more, he raised his arms from his sides “I don’t have any weapons on me.  You’re welcome to check if you need proof.” Why was he so eager to please her?  Even the resemblance to his long dead wife didn’t help him understand this.  Arden might have looked like Mary, but that was about the only thing they had in common…she didn’t talk like Mary, or dress like Mary and although he didn’t know as much about her personality as he would like to, he didn’t think she even acted like Mary.  No, this wasn’t Mary at all, but it hit him suddenly that he didn’t care and he still wanted to hear about what had bought her to doorstep.

He led her into the kitchen, noting that she was still jumpy. “Take a seat.”  he pointed to one of the chairs at the small table before walking over to the cabinet and pulling out two large mugs.

He had a habit of being disorganized and it took him a few minutes to find the box with the tea bags in it.  Trying to make Arden who still looked nervous feel better and to keep himself from becoming angry as he usually did when even simple tasks went wrong, he caught himself mumbling “I think the tea bags got up and walked away.”  After a few minutes he set the two cups down at the table, Arden’s with just sugar and milk and his with a small amount of whiskey added.

Pausing for a second he pulled out the chair across from the one Arden was in and sat down. “Speak.” he said simply.

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Maybe I should run.

She was sure there was a slight fear in her eyes when she met his, there was no doubt about it. She'd fabricated some kind of wild hope that maybe this was happening to him as well, that they were connected somehow and that they could talk about this as friends, as people who understood each other.

He didn't even remember her name.

Arden wasn't sure what to do. Everything she'd hoped for, every reason she had for doing this crumbled beneath so many doubts and fears. Her strength vanished and she was left adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Ever so quietly, she murmured "Tea, thanks," and followed him into his house. Her body was moving without her, as it tended to do when she was like this. She really was just a deer in headlights when it came to other people. She tried to be friendly and confident, she was even smart enough to make great conversation. But it was all wasted on her fear.

"And it's Arden."

Terrified, Blind | Arden, Thomas

Thomas was surprised by the knock at his door.  Even when he could control his temper, he knew people were still intimidated by him and he had made more enemies than friends in Avalon.

He peered cautiously through the peep hole and was surprised to see Mary’s look alike standing at the other side of the door.  What was she doing here?

Carefully he began to open the door, keeping the chain in place he began to open the door. “What are you doing here?”  Off the top of his head he couldn’t remember her name and when he tried to search her mind for it, the results weren’t forthcoming.  He decided she looked harmless enough and before she could answer his question he undid the chain.

“I guess you want me to let you in don’t you Aimee?” he took in her confused expression “that’s not your name is it?” Sighing deeply he raked his hand through his hair.  ”Well, come in anyway and I’ll figure it out soon enough.”   He paused before deciding to try to be a gracious host “Are you more of a coffee or a tea drinker?”

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Terrified, Blind | Arden, Thomas

Sometimes when she would dream, Arden would see people she knew. Other times she would see faces she didn't recognize, hear voices she didn't know or couldn't place. She would try to place them, figure out where or when she met them, but it wouldn't come to her and she was left gripping at loose strands of memory. That was probably the worst thing about her life- that she couldn't remember who she was before waking up in Avalon.

As of late, her dreams wandered int he direction of Thomas. His face, all deep scars and gruff expressions, would haunt the back of her eyelids. The darkness would encompass them, hold them tight in a terrifyingly comfortable embrace until she opened her eyes, screaming and flailing until she realized she was awake. She hadn't slept well in almost a month, and it was driving her borderline insane.

Arden really wanted to talk with Ana about it, but she'd slipped away from the small social circle she had built for herself in the first week or so in Avalon. She'd been frightened by the horribly lucid dreams, without knowing how to bring them up to her friends. So, in typical Arden style, she played the tortoise and slipped back into her safe, solid shell.

It ended today.

As she showered that morning, Arden promised herself that she would venture outside of the walls she had shoved herself into. She would speak to Thomas and tell him of her dreams. She would ask his opinion and see if he'd experienced anything of the same nature. Perhaps it was a symptom everyone in Avalon suffered from.

She dressed casually, jeans and a black tee with tennis shoes, to make the trek to his abode easier on her tired body. It didn't matter how long she slept, she never managed to rest.

It was an overcast day, and Arden noted that as she walled, she passed Nikolai. He had flowers and a pep in his step, so he was probably heading to see Ana. Maybe they could patch up whatever Ana had mentioned was keeping them apart.

In a way, she envied Ana and the companionship she had with Nikolai. Arden longed for that.

When she met Thomas' door, she knocked ever so lightly. She desperately hoped he was here- she had so much to say to him.

Arden just didn't know how to phrase it.

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“Looking for what?” he asked, debating whether to use his telepathy to search her mind for the answer.  Then it hit him.  He knew exactly what she was searching for.

“You’re looking for the place where you woke up here, aren’t you?”

He wasn’t sure why he wanted to help her or why he couldn’t think of a good reason to snap at her as he would find with most people, but somehow he did.  Without thinking he put his arm around here shoulder to lead her. “We all come from the same place.  I can show you, but don’t expect it to be a way back to wherever you came from…it isn’t.”

Arden found herself mildly afraid of this man. His stature was so intimidating. He seemed to control the air around himself, as though a certain radius belonged to him and only him. It was enchanting.

His voice rushed over her like an ice cold wave, bringing her back to the present. Before she had time to answer, though, he spoke what she was thinking.

Can he read my mind?

All she could do was nod in response.

His arm was warm about her shoulders, and although she was terrified, she let him lead her along. It felt strange to her, having someone so close to her body. She usually kept her distance. But for some reason, she couldn’t fight herself enough to wrench herself away from this man. He drew her, like a moth to a flame. And that was more dangerous than anything.

“I didn’t think I could go back.” She murmured after a bit. “I was crushed in my car. I’m dead, I get that.” She nodded as she spoke, still convincing herself that this was all real and not a dream that she would wake up from any minute. “...Are you dead too?” Arden looked up into the rugged man’s scarred face. They made him so enticing. “That’s a silly question. Ana was dead, I’m dead. That means you’re probably dead too.”

Drawing a slender hand up and running it though her hair, Arden heaved a sigh. His arm felt nice around her. “I really don’t know what I’m looking for, to be honest. I’m just looking. I have this draw in my chest pulling me toward this place.” She pointed ahead to the end of he tree-covered clearing.

“Maybe I was supposed to meat you.” She stopped walking and looked up at the man.

“I’m Arden.”

Meetings of Solitude: Thomas, Arden

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She was so close, she could smell it.

The place she’d woken up was just ahead, she was certain. Arden knew there were probably no answers for her to find there, but she couldn’t stop the feeling that there was something that she had to find there. The call was deep in her chest—one of those things you just can’t ignore.

She kept a brisk pace as she walked; eating with Ana had given her time to calm down and her body had finally adjusted to this new place and everything that had led her there. Avalon was shaping up to be quite a strange place indeed. She was grateful to Ana for answering so many of her questions, and it had helped her come to terms with her fate much easier than it probably would have been otherwise.

When her feet hit the clearing, her mind clued her in to the person behind her on the trail. She turned, and was face to face with a rough-looking man with scars.

They were curious to her, and it was very hard for her to not stare at them. She wondered at his age—he seemed to carry himself with enough confidence to kill a small crowd of frat boys, and his eyes were very tense. He was almost frightening.

Reminding herself how to speak, she stammered out “Excuse me-“ as though she had bumped in to him. She wasn’t good at conversation to begin with, let alone when she was startled.

“I’m just... looking...” For what? She still didn’t know. Maybe he could help her.

Meetings of Solitude: Thomas, Arden

Sometimes, Thomas wanted nothing more than to escape to the forest just outside of Avalon.  He couldn’t get very far as the mysterious barrier prevented that, but he could get far enough away to be able to hear himself think.  

He’d been in Avalon for over a hundred years, but there were still times when it felt as if he didn’t know anybody in the town.  This was partially by  his own choice as many of the “younger” citizens of the town had chosen to become well known by committing crimes like his late father would have but he didn’t think he wanted to be known in that way so he usually found himself embracing the solitude.

Once or twice a week he’d pack a lunch and a small flask and go and sit by the creek that ran just outside of town.  Sometimes he’d fish, other times like today he’d just sit and think.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching.  When he looked up he caught a young woman walking down the path, apparently so lost in her thoughts that she probably hadn’t even noticed him yet.

He was sure that he’d never even so much as glimpsed her around town before and this surprised him.

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 Diners usually had good food, Arden thought idly. There was one down the street from her college that everyone seemed to flock to when the homework was heavy and the nights went later. She remembered the food there, and how good it was when she was overworked and running out of gas.

“That sounds lovely...” She nodded at Ana. She wondered if everyone here was dead. It should have been harder to accept, but Arden found herself accepting what had happened rather calmly. It was like sleeping... aside from the deep-rooted pain that occasionally coursed through her body.

As they walked, she took in the surroundings. This city was livelier than when she had stumbled into town, It was beautiful, as if caught in the flow of time. The streets were an odd cobbled rock, and the people seemed to be from different eras. It was strange.

“So how long has Avalon been here?” Arden asked as they took their seat at a booth. The diner was muted, off shades of blue and pastel yellow. It reminded her of the ocean, in a way. She could see all of the eyes on her, and it made her uneasy.

“Why is everyone staring...?”

I'm Waking Up | Ana, Arden

Ana could see the fear and confusion on Arden’s face and realized that right now, more than anything she probably needed a friend.

“There’s the diner in the square that has great food.” Ana immediately wondered if she should have suggested somewhere different.  The workers at the diner knew her well and while this wasn’t a problem in itself, they also knew who she usually dined with and she wasn’t sure if Arden would appreciate knowing that her potential new friend was connected to Avalon’s criminal element. However, she could tell that Arden was weak, and the diner was probably the closest place to find something to eat soon.

She immediately felt horrible for worrying about trying to preserve her own reputation as opposed to trying to help out the other girl.  No more secrets she decided, if Arden asked a question she would answer completely truthfully no matter how painful it was.

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Ana felt her body tense up at Arden’s first question.  It was innocent enough, but the answer would never comfort her because it was something that should never have happened.  She chewed her lip before answering, “I was shot.”

The coldness of the answer rang in her own ears and she knew that Arden could probably tell she was holding something back.  Footsteps sounded behind her as more people came out of the buildings around her and Ana.  She briefly hoped that one of them would save her, but nobody seemed willing to step forward to help her when she turned to glance at them.

She turned back to Arden to notice that the other girl seemed about to collapse. “Let’s find somewhere for you to sit while we talk.”

Something felt wrong. This seemed to be a dumping ground for souls post-death. It hit Arden all at once, like gasping for air after almost drowning. It was painful to swallow that she was really, truly dead, but that wasn't the most important part.

She was still alive in a sense, and that confused Arden more than anything.

Arden looked up to Ana, and realized how strikingly beautiful the young woman was. She couldn't be too far off from her own age, and her skin glowed golden in the bright sunlight. The petty part of Arden was almost jealous of her, because she was the type of girl that Arden wasn't. But she was also grateful-- Ana seemed like the kind of girl that wouldn't take any shit, and that might be helpful in the long run. If they could become friends, maybe Arden could learn some of that strength for herself.

She pulled herself back to the now, and focused on all of the information at hand. Truly, she hadn't been prepared for the coldness of Ana's answer, but that was okay. She shouldn't have pried.

"Is there somewhere to eat in this town?" She offered quietly. "I'm starving, and I'd love to sit down and talk some more. I have so may questions."

Arden hoped that was okay. After all, she couldn't exactly ask anyone else about her predicament.

I'm Waking Up | Ana, Arden

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"Avalon?" The question left Arden's mouth before she had the chance to think about it. Where the hell was this? Europe? Asia? No, that didn't make sense. She'd been to Europe once, on a school trip, and this looked nothing like the places she'd visited. The architecture wasn't right for Asia. The pieces weren't fitting together at all.

She let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through her hair. "Ah... okay... My name is Arden. Arden Tanith." She gestured a small sideways wave and shook her head. "None of this is making any sense." She looked around once more. "Avalon..." It was mumbled, an errant thought that happened to slip out.

"How did you end up here?" She asked the girl -- no -- Ana. “Because, as crazy as this sounds, the last thing I remember was getting crushed in a car accident.” Man, she sounded nuts. But maybe she wasn’t the only one? Possibly Ana had come to this place though the same traumatic turn of events. Perhaps this was the afterlife all of the religious fanatics always talked about. She didn’t know.

She slowly turned, trying to re-adjust her body to standing and walking. She felt sick and dizzy. She wanted to eat and sleep for a long time. That sounded nice, a warm bed and a good book. Arden would have given anything to be home in that moment, curled up with one of her old novels, dozing off to some Mozart in the background.

“How many people are here?” She noted people starting to emerge, and suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of loneliness. Yes, there were other beings, but she missed home terribly.

I'm Waking Up | Ana, Arden

Ana took in the young woman with a small measure of surprise.  It wasn't entirely unusual to see someone stumble into town in a state of confusion, in fact Ana herself had once done the same.  However, she'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't heard the other girl run up until she was right in front of her.

She found herself trying not to stare as she attempted to figure out what had bought the newcomer to Avalon.  The woman was around her age, so it probably hadn't been natural causes, not that the natural deaths ended up in Avalon very often anyway.  By her stiff movements, Ana guessed that some form of bodily trauma had caused the girl's death and decided to leave it at that.

Finally, noticing that the other figure was still waiting for an answer to her question she spoke. "You're in Avalon.  I'm Ana by the way."

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“Is death really better?”

Some say that when you die, your soul leaves your body for a place similar to paradise. In truth, though, special people are chosen to lead another life in a special place- a small town named Avalon.

The town itself stands alone and full of life against the lush green surroundings. The inhabitants are just as exotic as the creatures, all from different walks of life and time periods. And when you fall into Avalon, you obtain strange abilities unheard of in the normal world from whence you came. Everything seems wonderful; a new place for a new start and second chances, but something is brimming underneath the surface.

And once you are here in Avalon, there is only one way to leave…

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I'm Waking Up | Ana, Arden

Leaves.

Her hands grasped at leaves. She shuddered on the ground, remembering the brightness of the lights and the rush of the impact. She curled up tight, trying to hide from the still-aching pain that ran through her body. Where was she? Surely there was no way she survived that crash. There was no way. She’d felt herself break between the steering wheel and the seat...

Okay, sit up. You can do this.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Arden forced herself into an upright position. The light stung at her eyes, and her head spun around itself. This was insane.

Finally, she opened her eyes to adjust to the bright sun streaming down through the trees. Lush greenery surrounded her, and the earth was warm under her hands. She looked over her body, and found herself lacking cuts and bruises.

What the fuck?

This wasn’t right. Everything was wrong. She was dead. She had to be. There was no other explanation for it. But she was still breathing, and her heart was still beating, and she felt very much alive. It made no sense.

Deciding to put the strange unreality of this aside, she drug herself to her knees and then stood. Wobbly and in pain, Arden slowly started making her way to the town in the distance. She could just barely see it through the trees. Maybe there she would find someone, anyone who could explain what the hell was happening and where the hell she was. That would be nice. She didn’t do well without answers.

As she walked, she had to admit to herself how beautiful this strange place was. Everything was so green and alive. She felt a strange sense of calm, even though she was about to panic because of the situation. Arden needed answers or she was going to go crazy.

Not too long passed and she broke the clearing, stepping out onto a clear cobbled street. The town looked empty, everything shit down despite it being the middle of the day. But she wasn’t going to give up. There had to be someone else here, someone who could explain what was happening.

Arden walked, wondering what her family was doing, if her roommate had noticed her absence, if she was really dead or not. So many questions buzzed about in her head, and yet she still couldn’t answer any of them.

There... is that a person?

She peered ahead, looking at the slim figure in the distance. It looked like a person, and in a brief flash of hope, Arden took off running. Her body screamed at her, she was still in so much pain, but she ran because she needed to know what was happening to her. She needed to know where she was.

“Hey!!!” She waved her arms frantically, catching up with what she could now see as another woman. “Wait!!”

When she met the woman, she doubled over, heaving breaths and grabbing at her midsection. Fuck, she really did hurt all over. She gathered herself slowly, and rose back up into a standing position.

“Sorry to bother you—“ She inhaled again. “But... can you tell me... where I am?”

She looked expectantly at the young woman for an answer.

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Name: Arden Tanith

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Time Period: 21 Century, died in 2012

Race: Human

Abilities: Hemokinesis, telepathy

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Biography: It was storming the night Arden was born. Lightning cracked the sky and thunder shook the earth. Rain drenched the land, and when she came screaming into the world, everything silenced and stood still.

...At least that’s how her parent’s liked to tell the story. Born to an author father and an interior designer mother, Arden lived a quiet life full of wonder, color, and imagination. Her days were as vibrant as the walls of her childhood home, and her nights were filled with stories of far-off lands and peril. She excelled in all she did—sports, school, ballet. She enjoyed reading with a passion, and above all, photography was her hearts desire.

Upon graduating high school, Arden began her studies at an off-shot Art School in northern Washington, where she met close friends and made many wonderful memories. She was always careful, though, and stayed away from the wild party-driven side of college life.

It wasn’t until she was leaving a concert event one evening that everything went to hell in a hand basket. She was driving back to her dormitory, abiding the speed limit, when she was hit head-on by a drunk driver. The crash killed her, or so she thought.

That was when she woke up in Avalon.

Personality: Arden is quiet, reserved, and rather brooding, yet easy to talk to. She is knowledgeable about many things, and likes to make her point in an argument. While she is slow to trust, once one gets inside her heart, they have a true friend who would do anything for them.

This, though, can often get Arden in trouble. She’s friendly and caring to a fault, and most take advantage of her kindness. Her biggest flaw would have to be her temper, for when she loses it, she really loses it.

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