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the blonde had a point. this afterlife wasn’t ideal, but arcadia wasn’t complaining. there’s a huge house that they get to live in, there’s a sweet beach nearby, and she’s not alone. honestly, this place came pretty close to what arcadia imagined elysium was like. “i think we DID move on.” she says, carefully choosing her next few words. “i’m not too sure what this place is exactly, but so far it seems like the OPPOSITE of hell.” she then motions towards the manor. “i mean, have you seen this place? it’s got netflix and everything.”

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&& her old life had netflix she thought silently as the brunette continued explaining their location almost like a school camp in luxury. -- glamping. she’d almost sided with the netflix option before deciding to take a risk and life for just a moment. kiss a stranger. shaking her head she couldn’t fathom how someone could like it here. alone. “netflix doesn’t come close to what’s actually missing.” she muttered almost inaudibly as her thoughts drifted onto the what ifs. going over rhetoricals that strangers spoke of.

#;*.* c; hurricanefragments

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“Depends on what you’re talking about.”

stxtchedsnxtch

“--Life. This feels like limbo, the final judgement ground or whatever.”

#;*.* c;lula

hurricanefragments:

“OOH… well then, i got GOOD news and BAD news for ya. bad new is that you’re probably DEAD. but, good news is that you’ve joined the dead kids club! and on behalf of all of us in it, WELCOME!”

” -- i don’t need a club. aren’t we supposed to move on? i’ve seen too many movies that don’t contradict that or is this some twisted hell?” Venus couldn’t fathom the place she found herself deserted in, some called it Skeleton Island, that in her defense sounded an awful lot like hell.

#;*.* c; hurricanefragments

strawbansheeblondee-blog

“Not your body? Well… they do say that dead people come back on this island so maybe there is some truth to it in your case?”

stxtchedsnxtch

”Come back? As in heart beating, physical attachment to the ground walked? Take a helicopter home and pretend this was a bad dream? That come back from the dead? I could really use that type of come back.”

#;*.* c; lydia

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“How can I say that? Oh, sweetheart. I could tell you things about the places I’ve been, but I doubt you’d believe me.” He doubts this girl is capable of understand just what Hunter was able to do. Eventually, he’ll get his speed back and zipping around the island would be fifty times easier. He hates being slow. It reminds him of his time at the asylum where he was completely defenseless against the electroshock treatments. “My need to be the only person in the multi-universe with speed is what caused my demise.” He still remembers the Time Wraiths grabbing him and pulling him apart as they sucked him back into the speed force. He’s still not one hundred percent certain how he returned without any sort of injury, but he was grateful. “You believe in psychics?” He probably shouldn’t laugh, but he does. For Hunter, there’s a part of him that had pretended to be the hero for so long, that he can’t help but try to reassure Venus that she’ll be able to send some sort of message. “You should try. You’ll never know what will happen until you give it a shot.”

stxtchedsnxtch

There was a flicker of fear that ran through her chest, a flicker that had become so familiar over the past few days, her safe sheltered life unable to be returned. She questioned what he mean, had he been a soldier and seen horrific war torn countries? “You aren’t military are you? Because I can’t understand recreational travelling to be nightmares?” She longed to be back in front of her computer, pressing the ‘Watcher’ button, to not be here trying to make sense of conversations with strangers that seemed to come from other universes;- ‘Multi-universes’ apparently. Shaking her head, she tried to straighten out her thought process, his laugh breaking the utmost confusion as he mocked her words. “I --I can’t say I believe in them but I’m dead and historically besides a good haunting... we’re dead and I doubt sending a postcard is going to distract Syd or Ian from burying my actual self.” She grew solemn as she pictured the event, the small gathering at her funeral.-- Ian.

#;*.* c; hunter #[[when your goal for a character is for someone to pray on her innocence and make her a devil in disguise]]

strawbansheeblondee-blog

“Well, you are alive now, which is the important thing, right?”

stxtchedsnxtch

“--Am I? Because I feel what makes sense defines that I’m not. This isn’t my body.”

#;*.* c; lydia

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If he had any kind of emotion, he probably would have felt bad for her. Hunter had been conditioned at a young age not to feel. The death of his mother at the hands of his father had made sure of that. “Seeing the world isn’t as fun as you’d think.” Hunter had been too invested in becoming the only speedster in the universe to really care about browsing the cities he ended up in. His head tilts to watch her when she speaks again, a frown pulling at his lips. “Are you not able to send messages off this island?” This place had internet, didn’t it? A computer? Hunter had no one he could message or reach out to, but this girl did, apparently. “There’s a computer. At least I vaguely remember seeing one.”

stxtchedsnxtch

For what felt like the first time in days, Vee smiled and shook her head. “How could you say that? I’ve been-- was, stuck on Staten Island for eighteen long years. The world outside if New York has to be beautiful. I saw more of the world in the final two days of my life, than what I ever did in it’s entirety.” She stopped, remembering that her lust for more brought her here. As he continued she second guessed what it was she believed she was, dead. Was this not just her soul, her body in an arena surely surrounded my malevolent and gluttonous watcher. “I didn’t know. I’ve watched shows pass on paranormal messages, psychics. I don’t think I could? I’m not bleeding out or healing so I don’t think I’m a living member able to pass on messages.”

#;*.* c; hunter

therealjasongarrick-deactivated

“We should make a club.” There is a hint of amusement in his voice as he looks towards the blonde. He’s not sure what she means about not dying here, but he figured that was a thing. Hunter hadn’t died here, either. Yet, here he was. “I didn’t die here, either. But honestly? This place is much better than the various cities I was visiting.” Jumping breaches. Taking over the world. Shame it had to end so soon.

stxtchedsnxtch

Nothing reminded her of the place she’d come, her Staten Island ferry sure wasn’t turning up anytime soon. Shaking her head, she bit her lip ready to cry as the man mentioned all his adventures. “--I didn’t, I didn’t get to see the world. Ironically I found my “Nerve”, too late apparently.” Grimacing she held her head up willing the tears not to spill from her eyes. “I wish I could say the same, but I miss my friends and my mom. But a club it is.”

#;*.* c; hunter

therealjasongarrick-deactivated

“The end of what?” Life? Clearly not. Hunter has no idea what he’s done to deserve such a lovely island to haunt, but he’s content with it. Even if there is a part of him still stomaching the rage he feels from being killed at the hand of someone else.

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Running a hand through matted unkept hair, Venus shook her head trying to fathom how she got her. The gun. The game. Then nothing. “I think I died, no-- I’m almost sure and this...I didn’t die here.”