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Jane Wolfe

"We can't let the horrible things of the world distract us from what we love."

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a character in “Our Safe Haven”, as played by Airy

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Rest against my pillow like the ageing winter sun
Only wake each morning to remember that you're gone



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N A M E
      Jane Maeve Wolfe

N I C K N A M E ( S )
      Wolfe {by some}
      Janey-Maeve (by mother}
      Wolfey {close friends}

G E N D E R
      Female

A G E
      Eighteen

S E X U A L I T Y
      Heterosexual

M A R I T A L S T A T U S
      Single

P O W E R
      Mind Linking (Psionic Blast) - The ability to make a link between her mind and anyone else. Things she can do with this include:

    • Cause extreme pain to one's head.
    • Access memories of that person's past, and to shown her own memories to the person connected to the mind link
    • Read the thoughts of that person, or communicate with them through the link.
    • Walk through said person's dreams.



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If I was scared, I would
And if I was pure, you know I would
And if I was yours, but I'm not



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H A I R
      Jane's brunette hair is thick and tousled, cut short at her shoulders.

E Y E S
      Her eyes are a light jade green colour.

H E I G H T
      5'2

W E I G H T
      105 lbs.

E T H N I C I T Y
      Her mother was British and her father was French.

O T H E R
    • She has a long jagged scar on her right shoulder blade from a car accident.



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Up with your turret
Aren't we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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xxxxโœฆ Honest โœฆ Impulsive โœฆ Sweet โœฆ Selfless โœฆ Stubborn โœฆ
xxxโœฆ Trusting โœฆ Vulnerable โœฆ Distracted โœฆ Loyal โœฆ Playful โœฆ
โ•šโ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•


      Jane has seemed to have multiple personality shifts throughout her life. When she was a child, she was sheltered, shy, yet kind. Although she knew there was awful in the world, her parents had always sheltered from her experiencing it first hand. Then again, she gained a sort of submissive stature from what her parents had put her through as they didnโ€™t shelter her from the bad things they had done โ€“ testing on her and keeping her from interaction. After her parentโ€™s death, she because more shut off. That innocent like nature she previously held had disappeared, and although she was still sweet, she grew a subtle hatred of herself. She became vulnerable. Now, since starting The Safe Haven, sheโ€™s began to open herself up more.

      Jane is a very sweet and kind person. Sheโ€™s playful and teasing with her friends and has a rather quirky side at times. She never wants people to feel ostracized due to what they are or perhaps what theyโ€™ve done in the past. Sheโ€™s always one to give people a chance, to try and make them feel welcomed and accepted. Sheโ€™s selfless that she would risk her own wellbeing for anyone elseโ€™s. Everyone must come first before herself. If she cares about someone or is loyal to them, she becomes fairly protective of them. She doesnโ€™t want them hurt. She has this underlying fear that people find her untrustworthy, which is understandable considering people are wary of someone who can read their thoughts, see their memories, and enter their dreams. Itโ€™s mainly why she doesnโ€™t use her power; she hates feeling like people canโ€™t trust her. Itโ€™s also why sheโ€™s honest. She tries her hardest not to come across as blunt, but Jane also doesnโ€™t want to lie. Of course, she can skid across the truth or just flat out refuse to say anything at all, but that mostly is used when it pertains to things about herself she doesnโ€™t want to talk about.

      Although accepting, Jane does have a sort of stubborn and unforgiving nature. If someone has done her wrong, she finds it easier to forgive them, but if someone has done something to seriously hurt someone she loves or is loyal to, then Jane can hold one hell of a grudge. She forms her opinions and tends to stick with them. She allows herself to get hurt rather easily as she so easily puts her trust in other people and due to the vulnerability she picked up later in life. She doesnโ€™t allow people to realize that however, she tends to shut off her emotions and push them back into her overstuffed metaphorical bottle. Yet itโ€™s hard to not pay attention to hurtful things when Jane already thinks them about herself. Itโ€™s just like a slap of reality.

      In addition to all this, Jane has a rather impulsive side. Although she is intelligent and creative enough to come up with strategic plans, her impulsive behaviour disallows her to use that. She tends to always act first and not think about particular consequences or logic in the moment. If it comes to mind, her initial react is to do it, so she does. It takes someone else with one hell of a voice of reason to pull her back to earth. She also tends to get rather distracted and getโ€™s lost in her head at times. Itโ€™s probably why she getโ€™s so jumpy at any sudden noise, itโ€™s like sheโ€™s getting rip away from her own head.


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      โœฆArt - Jane is a skilful painter and sketch artist, greatly due to her late motherโ€™s influence. She loves to draw and paint anything she can, whether it be buildings, flowers, people, etc.
      โœฆRain & Outdoors - Jane will often slip away for a bit just to take a stroll outside, mostly when it's dark. She has been known to fall asleep on the grassy field in the back area by accident on multiple occasions. She also can't resist going outside when it rains.
      โœฆBlack Coffee - Probably the first thing anyone ever learns about Jane is that she needs her black coffee in the morning. She runs on barely any sleep due to her insomnia, and caffeine is a must for her throughout the day. It's probably an addiction at this point, but everyone keeps feeding it simply because no one wants to deal with a grumpy Jane.
      โœฆPiano - From a young age, her father taught her piano. It's just another way that gets her mind to sort of calm down and regain focus. She's very talented.
      โœฆExercise - A bad side effect from her power if that her mind always seems to be going, which then makes her rather tensed up. Exercise lets her relieve that and gets her mind focused. She has a punching bag she likes to practice on mostly. She enjoys sparing with other people too.
      โœฆIndependent Films โ€“ Ever since Jane was tiny sheโ€™d always been an avid film watcher, however when she got older she strayed away into only watching independent films. She especially likes foreign independent films or oneโ€™s that our a little more on the odd side.
      โœฆCalla Lilies โ€“ Her mother always had them around the house, so having calla lilies around makes her feel more at home.
      โœฆPoetry โ€“ Jane likes to read, but she prefers poetry books to novels. Her favourite poets include Allen Ginsberg, Robert Frost and E.E. Cummings.
      โœฆTravelling โ€“ Although Jane never got out of the house much in her youth, once in awhile her parents would vacation across seas. Sheโ€™d always look forward to leaving Maine.


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      โœฆLarge Crowds โ€“ Jane has gained rather good control of her power, being able to shut peopleโ€™s thoughts out rather easily. However, the more people in the room, the harder it is to keep everyoneโ€™s thoughts away.
      โœฆHospitals โ€“ After the accident that killed her parents, she was so banged up that she had to stay in the hospital for awhile. She heard too many morbid thoughts and saw too many depressing dreams. She tends to shy away from hospitals and doctors now.
      โœฆHer Power โ€“ Itโ€™s been the source of most of her pain, so sheโ€™s rather bitter towards it. She doesnโ€™t use it unless she feels she needs too.
      โœฆJump Scares โ€“ Jane is a little bit of a scaredy-cat. Any sudden noise scares the living hell out of her.
      โœฆBlueberries โ€“ Sheโ€™s pretty allergic to them; sheโ€™ll break out in hives and her throat will close up.
      โœฆImpatience โ€“ Jane is an extremely patient person in the general scheme of things, so her biggest pet peeve is other people impatience.
      โœฆVehicles โ€“ Almost dying in an already fatal car crash might make anyone nervous about going into vehicles. Her rule is that if sheโ€™s in the car, she has to drive. No exception.
      โœฆCooking โ€“ Jane is one hell of a terrible cook. She always measures wrong or burns everything. On countless occasions sheโ€™s almost started fires in the kitchen, so many people are wary of her cooking.
      โœฆElitism โ€“ Jane is a firm believer that everyone should be equal and that no one is simply better because of certain status or race. She simply canโ€™t grasp some peopleโ€™s elitist attitudes.
      โœฆBeing Cooped Up โ€“ Having spent most of her life barley leaving her childhood home, Jane has trouble staying cooped up for too long. She almost constantly craves the fresh air of the outdoors.



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S T R E N G T H S
      โœฆStrong โ€“ Since Jane exercises so much, sheโ€™s actually surprisingly strong.
      โœฆIntelligent โ€“ A photogenic memory allows her to memorize things very simply, and sheโ€™s intelligent because of this fact.
      โœฆArtistic โ€“ Jane is a very talented artist. Itโ€™s not much of a life skill that will save her, but hey, creativity is not a terrible thing.
      โœฆAccepting โ€“ Jane has always been a very accepting person. She most defiantly does not judge anyone based on their past or any other odd thing about them. Her accepting nature is the thing that drove her to create The Safe Haven with Owen.
      โœฆAltruistic โ€“ Others will always come before herself โ€“ thatโ€™s her motto. Even if itโ€™s a stranger on the street, Jane will help then anyway she can.

F L A W S
      โœฆImpulsive โ€“ Jane has always acted first and thought later. She gets worked up sometimes and doesnโ€™t think about her actions. She just does what first comes to mind.
      โœฆSickly โ€“ Sheโ€™s always had poor health. She catches colds very easily.
      โœฆAbsentminded โ€“ Jane so easily getโ€™s lost in her head, so at times she will completely space out and it takes some people a bit of time to snap her out of that state to get her attention.
      โœฆGrudgeful โ€“ Jane easily accepts people despite their past, and will even forgive people who have done her wrong, yet if people have put those she loves in harms way, she is never one to give them second chances.
      โœฆEmotionally Suppressive โ€“ Jane doesnโ€™t talk about her past or her feelings generally. She getโ€™s kind of defensive if people push her too.

O T H E R
      โœฆPhotogenic Memory โ€“ Side effect of her power.
      โœฆInsomnia โ€“ Itโ€™s very hard for her to turn her mind off, so she often canโ€™t sleep.
      โœฆBad Shoulder โ€“ The wreckage of the car that wedged into her shoulder did some permanent damage.
      โœฆSpeaks Fluent French โ€“ Her father was French so it was necessary for her to know it.
      โœฆMigraines - Another bad side-effect of her power. She uses it, she getโ€™s a migraine. How bad the migraine is depends on how much she used her power, and they can get very bad.



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      Father || Elroy Wolfe || Deceased
      Mother || May Audley-Wolfe || Deceased

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      Jane tends to shy away from talking about her history, though, she doesnโ€™t deny everything that had happened; people died, people left, she made mistakes.

      Jane was born in the city of Portland, Maine. Her father Elroy was a native French man who found a career in the medical field as a neurosurgeon and throughout the years, he gained much prestige. He was based in Portlandโ€™s General Hospital, however he often travelled around America to preform more intense surgeries in places lacking the necessary knowledge in which he possessed. Her mother May had a little bit more of a calm life. She was a stay at home mother who spent most of her days in her makeshift paint studio. She never sold any of her paintings, only storing them away or giving them out to anyone who may have wanted one. It wasnโ€™t for lack talent however, May almost had an endless supply of it in her art. She was simply a firm believer that if anyone were to enjoy her work, they shouldnโ€™t have to pay to do so.

      Jane grew up in her family home that resided just a little outside the city on a large acreage. Despite her mother having no income, her father more than made up for it with the amount of money he made due to the taxing job. Jane had as much of a comfortable and happy life as she could with the circumstance of her powers. Up until Jane began to talk when she was two years old, her parents never noticed anything peculiar about her, but that changed when Elroy and May found it hard to ignore little Jane giggling and replying back to thoughts they never spoke aloud. Jane never really knew how to control her power in her toddler and early childhood years. She had no idea how to set up a mental block, so with any person she passed, her mind would automatically link to theirs and thoughts would come flooding into her head. The strangest thing about this was the connection worked both ways. It opened up a channel to her own head that transmitted her thoughts back to the person in question. That quickly changed though, as the first thing she learned was how to block her mind from trickling into others, but that never stopped the incessant voices and painful things she happened to come across. It got even more terrifying when she came to the realization that some of the dreams sheโ€™d been having hadnโ€™t been her own, but her mothers or fathers after sheโ€™d slipped into them accidently.

      Her parents were reluctant on how to deal with it. At first, they ignored it, pushing it off as some weird child intuition or cleverness she may have had, but as soon as she reached the age of five and it began time for her to start school, they couldnโ€™t ignore it anymore. Her mother decided to homeschool her, afraid of what might happen if Jane were to expose what she was. Her father being talented and knowledgeable in the way of the brain also began running tests on her to see what may have been wrong with her. They were not harsh or invasive by any means at first, but as she got older, the tests became less frequent but moreโ€ฆ uncomfortable. Thatโ€™s the one thing Jane refuses to comment on about her historyโ€”the exact ways her father attempted to find out the source and reasons for powers.

      Most days Jane would spend learning with her mother and sitting in her art studio and painting. She was intelligent only because one of the side effects of her powers included her having photogenic memory. Jane didnโ€™t really learn what this was until late in her teen years when she was finally placed in public school and was told remembering every single detail about some of her memories, books sheโ€™s read, movies sheโ€™s watched, etc., was not entirely the norm. Her parents where fearful in bringing her around places with them, even as she got older and gained more control in blocking people out. She was secluded and protected in her familyโ€™s little bubble, except for one little exception. Her parents had no family between them, but where close friends with another family. She always looked forward to their visits as they were the only people other then her family who knew of her power, and who actually had powerโ€™s of their own. The single father had twin sons Owen and Oliver who were a year and a bit older than her in age, and she took comfort knowing she wasnโ€™t as strange as she had grown up thinking she was.

      When Jane was ten years old, things changed in her life, but not as big as the change that came to the lives of her friends Owen and Oliver. Their mother had already passed on years before, however their dad followed after his battle with cancer ended. Her parents readily took the twin boys in with welcome arms. Only three years later, things changed for the worse once more. Oliver had been clearly struggling for quite sometime, and despite Jane trying to help him as much as she was able to emotionally and Owen trying to help him in his own way, he was murdered by one of the enemies heโ€™d picked up on his destructive path. Both Jane and her parents were distraught, but Jane tried her hardest to be strong for Owen and be there for him whenever he needed. She needed him to know that he wouldnโ€™t have to alone during all this.

      At age fifteen, Jane gained first hand experience as to what sort of pain Owen might have gone through when his parents died. It was her birthday and her parentโ€™s decided to take Jane into the city, a very rare occurrence, in order to take her to dinner. On their way back home, Jane had been so tired sheโ€™d fallen asleep in the back seat, and nightmares greeted her as they so often did. A flaw in Janeโ€™s power, as she learned that night, is that in sleep she canโ€™t hold her mental barriers up. She was so distraught in her rest that her mind connected to both her parents, and she dragged them into her dream, rendering them unconscious at the wheel. She awoke only a few short seconds after when the car quickly veered off the road. The car flipped in a ditch, and she so clearly remembers hearing shattering and crunching noises and seeing her parents mangled bodied hanging upside down, blood dripping onto the ceiling of the car. She remembers searching so hard for the connection to their minds, trying to get a sense if they were alive, as she herself began fading in and out of consciousness, but she simply couldnโ€™t get a hold of anything.

      Jane had broken her collarbone, her arm in two different places, and one of her legs. She also got a nasty piece of the shredded door wedge into her right shoulder blade. She was rushed to the hospital and there she stayed for many painful months. She was too weak to be able to even attend her parentโ€™s funeral.

      The months she spent in the hospital were terrible. She had no family โ€“ not even Owen was there as she was told theyโ€™d be separated into the foster system. She was too weak to be able to hold her mind barriers up for too long. Sheโ€™d heard terrible awful thoughts from anyone who might have past by; nurses who pitied her, patients who knew they were dying, family members whoโ€™d lost their loved ones. The dreams were the worst. Jane canโ€™t begin to describe dreams of people so hopped on morphine and other medicines while they were dying.

      One morning, she remembered waking up screaming. A woman in the room beside hers had died in her sleep and Jane just remembered being yanked out of her head so forcefully and painfully. She herself felt death coming. The nurses had no idea why Jane was so much in a fit, they tried sedating her but Jane simply thrashed and yelled. She remembered feeling so helpless and it was like all the emotions sheโ€™d truly been supressing her entire life came out of her, terrifyingly explosive. She remembers vividly connecting the the mind of the nurse whom finally stuck her with the sedative. For some reason she just channeled something to him and he began screaming out in pain, clutching his head before dropping to the floor. She passed out pretty quick after the drug kicked in.

      She truly felt like a monster after that. Whatever small part of her that had accepted her power before was completely gone; because of her power, sheโ€™d killed her parents; because of her power, she could barley go out in society. Being able to transmit pain to someone head so fiercely just added to the gruesome self hatred she felt.

      After she was released from the hospital, she was immediately sent into a group home while they tried to get a foster family prepared for her. The group home was a mess of a time. There were too many people around for her to wall up her power from everyone, and having to share a bedroom with three girls didnโ€™t help her dream problem. Thankfully, she was only there for two weeks before she was shipped off to her first foster family. They, however, were not her last. In the span of a little over a year, Jane switched to five homes. In one case, it was because the fifty-year-old lady found out about her power and started calling her the devils spawn, throwing holy water on her whenever she walked into the room. Twice it was because of abusive situations; she had a particularly nasty foster father who was not only verbally abusive but physically too. The other time was an abusive foster father/foster brother duo. One other time it was simply because they could no longer support the girl who secluded herself from any attachments, constantly getting in trouble at school for things the other students did to her. They just couldnโ€™t handle โ€œsomeone who doesnโ€™t even seem like theyโ€™re trying.โ€ The final home wasnโ€™t so bad, but she left them for a much happier, and unexpected, situation.

      One day she had left the house to go for a walk, and found herself wandering in a park as she often did. Usually it was a quiet place, however one personโ€™s mind just kept tugging and tugging at her. It happened a lot when peopleโ€™s emotions were high โ€“ she had trouble blocking them out. Even when her own emotions where high, she has no control over her power. Jane approached a boy sat on a bench. He clearly wasnโ€™t in the brightest of moods, and she swore she saw him crying. On impulse, she did what sheโ€™d always did and approached him, not even sparing a thought to boundaries. She asked if he was alright, but when he turned around after swiping away the tears, Jane audibly gasped at the sight of Owen. She thought heโ€™d cracked her ribs with the hug heโ€™d gave her, but she couldnโ€™t give a damn, she returned the hug with as much force.

      Heโ€™d offered for her to stay at his place but considering she wasnโ€™t quite out of the system like him, she had to deny the offer. However, that didnโ€™t stop her from spending as much time as she could there. Of course there came the time when her foster family asked her where she disappeared off to for days on end. It was an awkward conversation to say the least but they did end up letting him be more involved in her life. In the end, he actually gained custody of her in a sort of way. It was clear Jane didnโ€™t want to stay in the system, and the social workers took into consideration both her and Owenโ€™s history together and how he had a partly stable life.

      One day, theyโ€™d thrown around the idea of a more permanent home in which people like them could take refuge. Jane was more then thrilled with it, it was all sheโ€™d ever felt she wanted to do, to be able to help others understand their powers and grow to accept them. She wanted to help. So, with the money she gained from her parentโ€™s estate, both her and Owen found an abandoned house on the outskirts of Boothbay Harbour, Maine, fixed it up, and created The Safe Haven.


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Winter Bird /|\ AURORA

      Walking in my sleep
      Like the naked trees
      Will they wake up again?
      Do they sleep, do they dream?

      Feel it as the wind strokes my skin
      I am moved by the chill
      Hear the winter bird sing

      My tears are always frozen
      I can see the air I breathe
      But my fingers paint a picture
      On the glass in front of me
      Lay me by the frozen river
      Where the boats have passed me by
      All I need is to remember
      How it was to feel alive

      Silent things, violent chase
      We are dancing again
      In a dream, by the lake
      Ah...

      My tears are always frozen
      I can see the air I breathe
      But my fingers paint a picture
      On the glass in front of me
      Lay me by the frozen river
      Where the boats have passed me by
      All I need is to remember
      How it was to feel alive

      Rest against my pillow like the ageing winter sun
      Only wake each morning to remember that you're gone
      So I drift away again
      To winter I belong
      Ah....

      My tears are always frozen
      I can see the air I breathe
      But my fingers paint a picture
      On the glass in front of me
      Lay me by the frozen river
      Where the boats have passed me by
      All I need is to remember
      How it was to feel alive

      My tears are always frozen...

      All I need is to remember
      How it was to feel alive
      I need is to remember
      How it was to feel alive



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F A C E C L A I M: Lucy Hale


C O P Y R I G H T

Character Sheet By : Ameliaisghostly
Inspired By : The Toxic Cereus
Filled Out By : Airy



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So begins...

Jane Wolfe's Story

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Will Lewis Character Portrait: Astrid Herondale Character Portrait: Owen Pugh Character Portrait: Alexander Qing Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Liesbeth Reitveld Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw

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Jane has always hated this part -- the leaving. It is not unusual for people to leave the Safe Haven, it's a place for people to stay if they want, and to leave when they want or feel ready. It's always been a bittersweet situation. Jane considers anyone in the Safe Haven as Family, and as Family, she always wants whatโ€™s best for them. If what they think is best is for them is to leave, then sheโ€™s all for it and will support them and always welcome them back, but itโ€™s always hard to lose someone, to say goodbye. It's especially worse in those cases where some just up and leave without a word. It's harder not to be able to even say goodbye.

She remembered the last time she saw Nakoda at the house, the day previously. All seemed fine. It was maybe late into the afternoon, almost the evening. She was in the kitchen when Jane went in to grab a cup of tea before escaping for the rest of the night to the little shed on the property where all her paints were. Nakoda seemed normal. Usually, the residents who up and left seemed nervous for a day or two before they vanished. They were always a little anxious -- always had that little crease on their forehead that showed how hard they were trying not to blurt the whole truth out or say something telling. It's only happened twice before, people up and leaving in the night, but both residents had come back maybe a few months later just to let the house know they were okay. It was utterly nerve racking not to know what happened or where they are. They always left like that because they wanted to leave without having to say goodbye. Some people don't deal with those well, it was understandable to a point, But there's always the concern in the back of Jane's head that it was something else, someone else. It was no different in this instance.

It was early in the morning, around six A.M, just when the sun was just beginning to rise. Jane stood in the open doorway of Nakoda's room. It looked the same. It didn't seem as if she had taken anything with her. The bed was still mussed from where she had slept, either from last night or the night before. Something was odd. Most people would at least take some possessions with them, whether it be clothes or some little knick knacks that held emotional significance. Then again, some people wanted a completely fresh start. Someone else had left all their stuff once before as well.

Jane walked into the room, a bit tentatively and slow. She felt sort of like she was crossing some personal boundary. Without touching anything, she looked at the desk and around the room, searching for a possible trace of a note. There was nothing. An odd uncertainty and anxiety settled in her stomach, and before she had any other thought, Jane left the room and raced down the steps to the front door, throwing on her coat to protect her from the cool morning air that greeted her as she closed the door behind her. It was possible Nakoda went into town before Jane had woken up, but she never heard anything. Nakoda also wasnโ€™t the type to take an early 6 A.M stroll into town, but Jane had to look. She didnโ€™t usually do this, she didnโ€™t hover over the residents and expect them to tell her their location at every point in the day, but Jane just had a bad feeling about this, and her impulsive nature took control.

The town of Boothbay Harbour was maybe a thirty-minute walk away from the house, less time by car. Jane tended to always opt out of taking the car, considering she always had the fear in the back of her mind of crashing it. But, as much as she would prefer to walk, she knew she didn't have the luxury of the extra time it'd take her to get to town without the car. She had no idea when Nakoda had left -- if she would still be in an around the area. So, the sooner Jane could get around, the sooner she might find out what happened. Unlocking the car in which was the only one of her father's she hadn't sold when she got hold of all her parent's possessions, she quickly backed out of the lot and drove down the empty early morning road, her green eyes flickering in every direction, trying to find the girl.

A familiar row of shops greeted Jane as she drove into the town. Even though it was early morning, it was busy. People sat at small cafรฉ's, joggers went by in groups, couples walked their perky dogs. It was the summer time; it was always busier in the town during summer. Boothbay was a known tourist area, and where Jane didn't really like the excessive amount of people, she was grateful that for the rest of the seasons, everything went pretty null and quiet. As much as she liked to travel and experience new things, she still wasn't the greatest fan of crowds.

Jane spent a good two hours driving around the small town which should only take around twenty minutes to get around entirely. Jane went up and down every one of the all too familiar roads at least five times each. She even went out of the town bounds for a bit as well, but there was still no trace of the familiar looking girl. In a final attempt, Jane pulled into one of the parking spots at the long stretch of beach and sea. She wasn't able to drive around the entire perimeter, and she knew this beach had a long span of land. It was unlikely Nakoda was here, but this was the only other place Jane could think of to look. Closing the car door behind her, the familiar smell of the sea and the humid breeze that often calmed her nerves, as it reminded her of the feeling of home, did little to soothe her still anxious state. She felt distracted; she only had a single goal in mind. Jane began walking up the sandy area, but despite passing a few people during the long walk, none of them was Nakoda. It was possible Jane had missed her, or at least she hoped, but three hours had passed since the start of her search. If Nakoda had just gone for a walk, sheโ€™d most likely be at the house by now. If not? She was gone.

On the drive back home, Jane stopped in a little market just to pick up some food as the home stock was running low. She tried to shoulder all five paper bags herself, but mixed with her distracted state and bad shoulder, they began dropping. Reluctantly, she let the bag boy help her take the groceries to her car and load them up for her. Giving a friendly thanks, she got back into her car and drove back home.

The house was large, there was a lot of space in which someone could be. Before she had checked Nakodaโ€™s room early in the morning, she made note that she had not been in any other part of the house that morning. There were a lot of empty rooms some of the residents liked to escape to, but theyโ€™d all been empty when sheโ€™d checked. Popping the trunk of the car, she took out three bags, intending to go back and grab the other two later, before she went up to the house and struggled to unlock the door. As soon as she entered inside, she dumped the three bags on the kitchen counter, and still with the single focused goal in mind, went around the house, calling down every corridor, โ€œNakoda? You here?โ€, but got no reply from the girlโ€™s voice she wanted to hear.

Nakodaโ€™s room still looked the same, empty and untouched.

Going back down the stairs, she made her way into the kitchen and sat herself down on the one of the stools at the counter, unease sketched on her face. She hoped Nakoda had left without saying goodbye. As much as Jane wanted a goodbye, and as much as it would hurt not knowing why she left, it was better than the alternative. It was better than the alternative that maybe someone had taken her or someone had done something to her. Jane just needed to know.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw

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Hope lay in her bed, the house was peaceful and quiet just how she liked it to be when she was reading and the Wolfe family held a large enough collection of books to keep her reading forever, sometimes she'd bring herself down here in her sleep and read, she didn't know if that was considered sad that she did that or cool that she could but either way she enjoyed it and wasn't going to let anyone else's judgements stop her from doing it. Yet she found herself distracted this morning, something about the house felt off, even from the library she could feel the auras of everyone in the house but there were 2 missing and from how early it was, it instilled some worry in the young dreamer, she had assumed Jane and Nakoda had just went for shopping when she first got up, seeing as the car was gone and the kitchen supply was relatively low, but there was just something in the residue that didn't seem right.

ImageAn hour of reading had passed when the house started to stir, she heard Jane's familiar voice calling for Nakoda down the hallways and then it all became very clear why Hope could feel something off. She placed a bookmark on the page she was on and made a note of the last line she read, before making her way towards Jane's voice, but catching a glimpse of her in the kitchen she detracted from the path she was heading. "Jane?" She asked cautiously, unable to clearly read her aura due to her telepathic abilities, but she could still feel the unease and worry in the young woman sat in front of her.

Noticing the bags, she decided the start and empty them, it was better to be helpful and active, Jane seemed like she'd enough on her plate to worry about the shopping being put away so Hope started on putting the cold goods in the Fridge and the Freezer. "Did something happen to Nakoda?" Hope asked, noticing that she wasn't with Jane. "Is... Is she in the hospital?" The only assumption she could make was that Nakoda had been hurt, given how stressed Jane was and she was the only person not accounted for, Jane never got so distressed over an inhabitant leaving, she got upset but accepted it, but this time was different so she assumed it wasn't a 'Goodbye'.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Will Lewis Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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Reed looks out on the gardens, taking in the scene before him with a stern face as he concentrates on his sketch before him. His fingers were black with charcoal and his shirt was a little bit too. The sketchbook in his hands showed a young girl, the one from the car accident, but her eyes were wide and happy. Her face smiling and not limp. It was the way Reed assumed the girl normally looked when she wasn't half dead or dying as she had been before he had helped her. He would never forget her face for all of the years he hoped to still live. The night gave him nightmares sometimes just because of what followed, but he got through them, sometimes by help from Robin and sometimes just by drawing as he was right then. As if the night could flow from his mind and heart and out onto the paper.

Robin sat in the kitchen, his head in his hand and his eyes trying to stay open. He was exhausted. He'd never tell Reed, but his brother sometimes screamed in the night. On those nights, Robin didn't sleep at all. It was too hard. Robin had his earbuds in playing something from the sleeping beauty ballet maybe. He tried to focus on the notes, to keep his head sharp as his head slipped from his hand and he was suddenly wide awake again. He sighed, it hadn't helped that he'd seen Nakoda go out the night before and when he asked her about it, she had merely said she was going to go for a walk. He knew she had a hard past too, but neither shared it to the other, there was no point. Nakoda hadn't come back. She had left early. It was odd, for people who left Safe Haven normally took a bag or looked guilty the night before they left, but Nakoda had taken nothing with her, not even her phone. And she had been happy the night before. Robin sighed before standing and going to the freezer to grab some ice. Tossing it into the blender on the counter, he began to cut some fruit on a cutting board as he thought about the girl's absence.

Reed watched as Jane left with the car, wondering briefly where she was going before looking back down at the little girl. It was hard to draw her but Reed didn't care. It was important for him to see her face. Sometimes he even drew her brother though that was harder since he kind of looked like Danny and that hurt to remember how broken the brother had been. Reed wondered what his life would have been like if he didn't have the abilities he did. He would be sending out letters to go to college rather than doing college courses at home on the computer so his professors couldn't tell he had abilities. Reed realized he ought to go back inside when he saw Jane come back home much later. He tucked his sketchbook under his arm and grabbed the charcoal tin he kept before heading back into the house from his spot on the roof. The height helped clear his head and allowed him to breathe better sometimes.

Robin looked up as Jane came in, only hearing the sound since he couldn't see her. Working with fruit like strawberries didn't allow him to work with his electricity since it shocked him with the water within. Robin heard Jane's voice as she called for Nakoda and the pit in his stomach sank lower. She still wasn't home? He had hoped that little random rustle of noise he had heard earlier was Nakoda coming inside or leaving or something. Robin sighed as he dumbed the cut fruit in the blender and go to wash his hands before wiping them thoroughly with a paper towel. As he finally began to see again, he saw Jane moving around the house calling for Nakoda while Hope moved towards the kitchen. Robin shrugged as Hope spoke up. "I saw her go out this morning really early. She said she just was going for a walk, but she still isn't back yet..." Robin stated sadly before turning on the blender for a few seconds.

Reed heard Jane moving through the house calling Nakoda's name as he walked towards the kitchen. Nakoda wasn't home? It was odd since she had been totally fine the night before. Why wouldn't she be home? Reed frowned, tossing his sketchbook on his bed next to the charcoal before grabbing a different t-shirt. Stripping off his dirty white one, he tosses it into the laundry before moving downstairs, pulling the clean one on as he walked into the kitchen to see Robin making a smoothie of sorts and Hope putting away groceries while Jane sat in a chair looking dejected, most likely because she couldn't find Nakoda. He frowned as he moved to Jane and put his arm around her, sending her messages of hope and comfort through electricity transmitted through the contact. It helped him too since he felt it twice as hard. "Hey, we'll find her. I promise. Eat something. Even just a granola bar and then we'll all go out and Robin can look for her hardcore." It was a good suggestion since Robin merely needed to move past an area, scanning the crowd for Nakoda's general shape and electrical impulse to find her.

Robin nodded in agreement as he poured himself the smoothie. He took a sip, looking at it with slight confusion. It wasn't bad, just not entirely blended and so had some mushy fruit within. He shrugged, not really caring since he had gotten used to stuff such as this. He leaned across the counter from Hope, his unfocused eyes looking in her general direction. "She might just have decided to sit down wherever she was and fallen asleep since it was so early." Robin wasn't convinced, but he knew what his brother was doing. Jane needed a boost. It was clear she was struggling with the information of not knowing where Nakoda was. The blonde was just always smiling and acted as a good grounding person for the group sometimes. She was loud and brave and didn't hesitate to try anything, she was that piece they all loved and missed clearly.

Reed nodded, gesturing to Robin who had agreed with him. Moving away slowly so as to not take away all the positive emotions he had been sending all at once, Robin went to the bags of groceries to finish putting them away. Reed only touched the packaged food since his fingers were still dark with charcoal before moving to put them under the sink and wash away the black. The water ran gray into the drain and it sort of reminded him of the sky that morning. Gray as if it might rain though it wasn't forecasted to rain at all that day. Shaking out his hands, Reed grabbed a dish towel to wipe them down the rest of the way before pouring Jane a cup of Robin's strange smoothie. He slid the glass across the counter to her as he poured a drink for Hope and himself. Taking a sip, he made the exact same face Robin had when he got a mushy strawberry. It wasn't bad, just strange.

Rob set his drink down before going to Hope. Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Robin tucked his head into her shoulder, leaning into her heat and taking in her presence. It had been a long time since he could hold someone as he could hold Hope to gain strength and to provide it at the same time. He could hug Reed but it wasn't the same as holding someone who loved you in a nonbrotherly way. He didn't mind Reed's brotherly hugs, but sometimes, a guy just needed a hug from a girl he liked and who liked him back. It had been going on for a little while now. He wasn't certain, but the relationship had helped make his life easier. It helped keep him more cheerful more often and it gave him more energy to give to others and to enjoy himself. "We'll find her." He promised both Hope and Jane at the same time.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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The nights for Danny are difficult, they've always been difficult. His dreams won't allow him to sleep. Vivid nightmares of shadows consuming him, the nuns at the old orphanage cackling, and hissing at him as he screamed in terror, all a nightly thing for Danny. At most Danny could probably get three or four hours of decent sleep before he wakes up with night terrors. Though he won't discuss these things with the others, his adoptive family. He can't, he pathetic enough without having their pity heaped onto it. Though he's not so certain that Jane doesn't know given her abilities. Though he knows the twins have similar troubles, as he can hear them at night. But Danny's not one to pry, so he hasn't confronted them about it.

Despite the nightmares, and only few hours of sleep Danny does enjoy the solitude, and peace while the others are asleep. Well most of the others, the twins are often awake as well, though Danny mostly lets them do their own thing, and he spends his time reading, or listening to music, or usually both. His particular favorite thing to do is to lay outside in the grass among the trees under the night sky, and get into a good book. And last night was no different for Danny. Danny laid there on in one the branches of a tree close to the house as the sun began to rise with his camera in hand, taking pictures of the oh so important golden hour. It was Danny's favorite time of day, and of what he has the most pictures of. He was wearing his jacket due to the cool air, and a new shirt he had recently ordered online of Queen.

When he heard someone leave the house Danny peeked through the leaves to see what was up. It was Jane. He wondered why she was in such a hurry, and why she seemed so worried. Danny let out a sigh, and took a few more pictures of his surroundings before he teleported away. Danny teleported back into his bedroom. Danny stretched out his limbs, making many cracking and popping sounds from his joints. Danny sat down at a makeshift desk of a table that sat at the foot of his bed. Behind the desk was a bulletin board with many of his favorite pictures pinned up on it.

Danny sat his camera down, scrolling through the pictures he had taken this morning. Danny took out his phone, and put in his ear buds. As Danny was listening to his tunes he began deleting some of the pictures he didn't like, and keeping the ones he does. Once that was done Danny simply laid down in his bed, and stared at the ceiling, focusing on his music.

Time seemed to just rush by as before he knew it Jane was back, and it had already been about two hours. With the others starting to get up, and Jane calling out for Nakoda, he decided it was time to join them. Danny got out of bed, and teleported out of his room. He reappeared suddenly in the kitchen in front of everyone. He undoubtedly scared Jane as he tends to accidently do. Danny looked over at Jane, his face becoming red, and he instantly brought his eyes to the floor. "S-s-s-sorry...." Danny struggled to get out. He looked over at Reed, and then at Robin, and Hope.

"N-n-nakoda's n-n-not.....back?" Danny rubbed his chin as he tried to think of where she might go. But really he didn't know too much about her, like he doesn't know too much about the others as well. "May.....Maybe m-m-m-me, a-an-and Robin cou-ld search......I could teleport.......and he could....uh......do his.....um......search......thing....or something...." Danny suggested as he folded his arms together. "C-c-c-could be.......faster...." Danny was obviously uncomfortable talking around with the girls there. It makes him feel rather bad, as he doesn't dislike them or anything, but he still can't say a complete sentence to them. He wonders what they think of him, how pathetic, and pitiful he must be.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Astrid Herondale Character Portrait: Owen Pugh Character Portrait: Alexander Qing Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Liesbeth Reitveld Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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                        They hadn't slept in slightly over two days. A lamentable fact and a decision he had begun to truly regret, but there was little he could do about it now. Fatigue was beginning to show on the faces of his group, and he was certain it was beginning to show on his face (he could certainly feel it--cement legs, iron shoes, weighted head), but still he continued on, picking his way through the thick foliage of the forest.

                        It had been about twenty minutes since he left his group behind, telling them to wait half an hour before following. By his estimations, he had about another five minutes to go before he'd reach the building he'd once called home, giving him, probably, just over twenty minutes to figure out the situation with Jane and Owen before his own crew came bursting in through the doors. And, now, just under five minutes to figure out exactly what he was going to say.

                        He ran over the last three days in his head (all the horror of it, the running, his heart pounding in his ears, the struggling, the short screams, the sheer number of them. The loss.), trying to formulate what words he could use to describe everything that had happened, and everything it meant to him. He half wished he'd brought Alexander along--he was good with words, far better than Elias would ever be-- but he knew this was an entrance he'd have to make alone. He started at the beginning.

                        xxxx; EARLIER | THREE DAYS BEFORE

                        They were just crossing over the border into Maine. Their last big stop had been in New York, where they'd managed to shut down a small group of Hunters, only six in number. He'd avoided making a public demonstration of it then, for New York was a big city, and he'd hate to be caught in an ambush by a group much larger than just six bodies. For months, he'd avoided returning to Maine, whether out of fear or shame, he wasn't certain, but the fact remained. The problem was they'd gotten word (thanks, in large part, to both Alexander's gift and to his own fists) of another group of hunters operating in Maine. Which was troubling, to say the least. He didn't agree with the lives Jane and Owen led, but they were still family, and he still loved them both. Unfortunately, the defeated Hunters didn't know all the other group's going ons, and he wasn't able to ascertain their number or their exact location. He figured he'd follow the trail of reports strange events and then subsequent missing people adverts.

                        They were just crossing over the border into Maine, and they kept moving for another three hours before they started to lose light. He pulled the truck (stolen, thank you, Alexander) over into a small grove, told the gang to rest up for a couple hours before they started out again. He took the opportunity to get some shut eye himself. He didn't get much sleep. He was up in just a few hours-- it was still dark outside-- though he couldn't pinpoint a reason. Some vague disturbance. A quick head count revealed why.

                        He took a few minutes to search the surrounding area. Went as far as the edge of the grove before he heard noise. Muffled screaming. The visual came later. Four of them, carrying Lucy away, another four flanking, and a discussion about how they'd report into the others about the girl they caught in the woods. He was too far away from the rest of the group. He tried to tail them, but all of those stupid fucking branches and twigs. He narrowly escaped a bullet to the shoulder.

                        They booked it all the way north, and Elias insisted on driving the whole way. Which brought him to just four hours prior. It was just before dawn, the rays of the sun just touching the horizon, turning it a deceptively peaceful pastel image. He wasn't eager to go through town, even at the early hour. They ditched the car about two miles out, picked their way around the outskirts of the town and towards the house. And they ran dead into another kidnapping.

                        Hunters, clearly, and this close to the Safe House meant that the girl was certainly under the protection of Jane and Owen. He'd wanted to out and get her, to fight like all hell to take down the Hunters, of course he did. But they were all so tired, and he knew they wouldn't have a damn chance, powers or not. Their only shot, her only shot, and Lucy's too, was to continue on the path they'd been on. They walked another half hour in silence. So much silence. They stopped almost twenty minutes away, and he told them to give him some time to speak with Jane and Owen alone.


                        xxxx; PRESENT

                        Just under five minutes became just under two minutes, then just under a minute, and then there was the door and the sound of his knocking reached his ears before he could fully comprehend that he was moving his hand. There was blood rushing in his ears, and he hated the uneasy sensation settling in his stomach. How long had it been? Four months, five? Longer? He didn't know anymore.

                        He stood at the door for what couldn't have been more than half a minute, but felt like hours-- jaw tense, brow furrowed, breathing so deep his lungs ached. At some point, his mind cleared (somewhat marginally), and he realized knocking was probably not the best option. Who knew what stranger might open the door.

                        He pushed the door open, peering into the familiar surroundings. It was familiar but not, the way your car seems to be when somebody else is driving it. It hurt him, in some intangible and irrational way. "Jane," he called into the large house, waiting for the slight echo to pass. "Owen." He made his way through the rooms, in the general direction of where he heard far-off sounding voices. The kitchen looked the same as it used to. Though most of the faces there were new.

                        He hadn't worked out what he was going to say, not exactly, but he'd at least worked out some sort of vague outline. He had, but he could recall so little of it. He swallowed, but his throat felt dry. "Hi, Jane," he managed to say, and his voice sounded thin in his ears. It was not everyday he saw and spoke to ghosts. He'd never thought he would.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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Jane lifted her head, realizing that when she first had entered the kitchen, she'd been utterly oblivious to Robin's presence. She smiled at Hope, saying a small "thanks," as the blonde got up to put the groceries away. Hope always was kind. It was a nice presence in the house, and not one Jane took for granted. Jane opened her mouth to reply to Hope's concerned statements, but Robin replied before she could. She felt a little better knowing he'd seen her go out for a walk that morning, but she'd looked everywhere and still, no sign of the familiar girl. "She's not in the hospital," Jane spoke, reassuring Hope's initial concern, reaching over to give her a squeeze of the hand. "I went around town a couple of times, I didn't see her walking and I went into a couple public places. I asked one of the nurse's at the hospital but they saw no one matching her description."

Jane looked up as Robins twin Reed moved into the room, sliding into the chair next to her and knowingly putting his arm around her. She expected the soon calming feeling that washed over her like a wave. She appreciated it, but it still didn't change the fact that Nakoda had vanished. She also appreciated both of them trying to convince her of different excuses, but she knew she most likely didn't fall asleep by a tree. At least, not for this long. Jane didn't even want to voice her concern that something horrible could have happened to her, so instead, she went to the next logical assumption. "She probably just left."

Looking up, she flashed the three a smile that she had hoped read that she was fine with it, had accepted it, but the corner of her mouth faltered all to quick. If Nakoda wanted to leave, Jane wanted to respect that. If she left without saying goodbye there must have been a reason, but it always hurt. She just wanted Nakoda to be happy. Clearing her throat slightly, she tried regaining her usually cheerful composure and took a sip of the smoothie passed over to her. As soon as Danny poofed (as she liked to say) into the room, she swallowed the smoothie the wrong way as the sixteen-year-old boy startled her, and she started coughing and choking slightly.

Jane was about as jumpy as a cat when it came to anything sudden, and it was always a recurring scenario that she'd either shriek, get wide eyed in shock, or drop whatever she was doing whenever Danny suddenly appeared via his power. As surprising as it was every time, she'd come to expect it throughout the day. Danny immediately started apologizing, and Jane lifted up her hand and started waving it in a frantic 'no' gesture as she still sputtered. "It's fine, It's totally fine! Don't apologize, Danny," she managed to choke out reassuringly, as she got out of her chair and ran over to fill a glass of water, drinking it in order to stop the coughing. It quickly worked, and she took in a deep breath before smiling up at all of them in the room. "I would really appreciate it if you guys looked, I just don't want Nakoda to feel like she did anything wrong by leaving." Dumping the rest of the water down the sink, she put the cup in the dishwasher, before adding on, "I just want to make sure she's okay," she admitted, lifting herself up so she sat on the steel counter by the sink. She looked down at her feet, trying to decide what exactly to do, but a voice that she'd never forget but never thought she'd hear again cut through her thoughts.

"Jane," she heard Elias call.

Jane's head immediately snapped up to where the voice had come from, her mind registering the familiar presence. Soon, he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his voice carrying a simple "Hi, Jane", as her eyes met his. She couldn't help but let out a small, yet audible, laugh. It wasn't even a funny situation; she was simply laughing at herself, laughing at the ironic way she took it. This scenario played through her head so naturally. Him being at the kitchen doorway saying hi didn't even seem uncommon. It was like everything that had happened in the past had never even occurred. It was just a normal day.

Reality settled in all too quickly.

Slipping off the counter, she mumbled, "exuse me," to the other's in the kitchen, her voice suddenly sounding so small, her eyes full of confusion, hurt, and slight relief, never leaving Elias. Grabbing ahold of his arm, she moved him through the house, ushering him outside wordlessly so she could talk with a better feeling of privacy. Closing the door behind her, she let go of his arm and turned to look up at the ghostly face of her memories. A thousand questions were at the tip of her tongue; why did he leave, did he know how shitty it was, why hadn't he at least let her or someone else know. Yet, all she could manage to say was, "please tell me you're okay."

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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Reed and Robin didnโ€™t argue with Jane. They both knew she was not in the right frame of mind to be calm so neither told her to do so. They didnโ€™t think Nakoda had just left. It was entirely unlike her. She was certainly not one to just leave unannounced. She would have felt guilty for doing so. She would rather say goodbye and see the pain she was leaving than leaving without ever letting them know. It wasnโ€™t like Nakoda.

Reed and Robin both looked up as Danny appeared in the kitchen rather suddenly. The atmosphere of the room was immediately improved. They both smiled at him, finding the boy rather fun. Both could talk to him without Danny stuttering, but with girlsโ€ฆ That was different. They both appreciated Dannyโ€™s nerves. Robin had been the one that was a bit shy with girls growing up but even he had found a girlfriend and they were happy. He was happy. It was odd since he had always figured it would be Reed who was so happy. Instead, it was him and it was exhilarating.

Robin looked to the door, his face twisting into one of confusion and concern. He wrapped his arms more tightly around Hope. Reed was about to reassure Jane theyโ€™d find her when everyone heard a voice they hadnโ€™t in years. โ€Guysโ€ฆโ€ He stated just before a young man stepped into their kitchen. It was Elias. Reed moved to keep himself between Jane and Elias but she was already gone to see him.

The twins looked at each other, concern evident on both their faces. Neither wanted to leave Jane alone simply because she was their friend and both knew what Elais had done, both had been present. The room became extremely silent. โ€Iโ€™ll keep any eye on them.โ€ It was all Robin had to say as he moved away from Hope and Reed leaned against the counter, his stomach a wave of nerves.

Elias had been an extremist. He had been one to believe individuals with special abilities should not hide in the dark, but be ruling the light. The twins, while agreeing that people with special abilities shouldn't have to hide, both agreed that ruling the world was not the answer either. The answer was a mutual peace but that wasn't the way with Elias and his group. It was one way or the highway and the twins had certainly ended up taking the highway.

Robin waited until he heard the door close before going down the hallway he had seen Elias and Jane move before leaning against the hallway's entrance, far enough away from the door to give the two privacy but close enough to step in if he saw anything begin to happen.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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                        Everything seemed to stand far too still while at the same time, curiously enough, the Earth's rotation seemed far too pronounced, and it felt to Elias as though he could feel the very shifting of the tectonic plates themselves. There was a beat of silence that elongated itself, making the moment seem like minutes. All the strange tricks your mind can play on you.

                        The silence ended and she laughed. Laughed. He wasn't entirely sure what else he was expecting. A slap in the face? Far too unlike Jane. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for either. All the times he'd thought about the home he'd left behind and the people he wished he could see again, not once had he actually played out a scenario in his head where he'd reunite with them. It seemed too unrealistic at the time. The world had a funny way of playing out. It half felt like fate, or destiny, or some other similarly ridiculous force was playing a nasty trick on him.

                        But he couldn't blame her at all. He almost felt like laughing himself. And he did, cracked a smile and a small chuckle. He could see where she was coming from. The whole thing was so terribly anticlimactic. All those months and somehow so little had really changed. He had walked into the house and over the threshold of the kitchen with such ease, as if there were no problem or strangeness about it. As if he belonged there. As if he had never left.

                        But that was nothing but a shimmering ghost of the past. The truth remained, hanging in the air like a stifling presence. There was a strangeness about it all. He didn't belong, and he had left. Nothing could change the facts.

                        Jane dropped from the counter she was perched on, and his vision, previously so laser-focused on Jane the rest of his surroundings blurred, cleared and focused. He heard her excuse herself, and in the moments before she gripped his arm, he took the opportunity to fully scan the faces he had barely noted before. He recognized two of them, the twins, who had been there when he still was. They were there the day he left too, and he could practically see the wariness in their eyes. He nearly laughed again. Of course they'd be reluctant to leave Jane alone with him; if he were in their place, he'd likely feel the same. The other two were new faces, but he'd been gone for quite a while, and he wasn't surprised to see some of the residents had changed.

                        She pulled him out of the room, and he didn't acknowledge the others in the kitchen before turning to follow her. He had more pressing matters than trying to make amends or new friends. Outside the air still held something of a chill, and he appreciated the sharp breeze that kept his mind clear. The door shut behind them, and there was another beat of silence. And then she asked him if he was okay. So many months from the fateful day he had slipped out of the house in the early hours of dawn like some kind of criminal (which he may very well have been), and the first words she said to him were "please tell me you're okay." He couldn't stop the sharp, bitter laugh that escaped his mouth.

                        "Christ," he said, running a hand through his hair. "That's so... That is just what you would say, isn't it?" He laughed again, just a breathy testament to how much she made him hate himself.

                        "Couldn't you just," he said, after a brief moment avoiding her gaze, "I don't know, call me a bastard or a son of a bitch or punch me in the face or, or something?" He failed to mask his frustration (less with her, more with himself), and his voice rose slightly. He took a deep breath, sighed, released the hand he'd unknowingly clenched into a fist. Maybe he should have talked to Owen or one of the others first. Someone more willing to greet him the way he probably deserved to be greeted. "Sorry," he said, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder. "Sorry."

                        He wanted to hug her, but things weren't the way they used to be, and something like that would carry so much more weight than it used to. If she accepted it, it would mean forgiveness, and god knew he sure as hell didn't deserve that. And if she pushed him away it would mean something so much worse.

                        He retracted his hand, dropping it awkwardly at his side. He didn't have time for his own stupid melodrama. There were far more pressing matters to attend to. "Jane, listen, I came back for a reason." He paused, looking for the proper way to phrase what he knew he had to tell her. He pulled in a breath. "I hope I'm wrong, but if I'm not, then you're missing someone from the house. Since this morning. And I know why." He paused again, knowing that sounded far too ominous and shady on his part, but being entirely unaware of how to correct it. So he just plowed on ahead. "I have a team following me. They'll be here in a few minutes, but I wanted the chance to tell you first. Face-to-face. There's a cell of Hunters in this area, Jane. And they're bigger than any I've seen before. They took one of my own, and I think they just grabbed one of yours too."

                        He finally stopped there. It was a lot of information to process, he knew that, but if he didn't get it all out at once, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to break the news to her at all.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Hope Grimshaw Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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#388E8E | Astral Projection | Dreams of the Dreamer


Hope smiled at Robin as he slid her a glass of the smoothie, but she waved her hand as a sign of rejection, she was too worried about Nakoda and Jane to think about drinking or eating, no doubt Robin would make a point of how unhealthily she worried, but she would just laugh it off later. She then heard Jane's word and breathed a sigh of relief at them, glad to hear Nakoda wasn't in the hospital, oblivious to the fact that maybe something more sinister was currently at play in the small town. She simply felt Jane squeeze her hand and felt as if she didn't need to worry, Jane had more gifts than she knew.

Hope hadn't expected Robin to hug her but the warmth was welcome, she lifted her hands to his back and lightly squeezed, she was still slightly shaken at the idea of Nakoda being in the hospital and she could feel the atmosphere in the room change, it was becoming crowded and Hope could feel herself being overwhelmed by the emotions but Robin had grounded her at just the right moment. His hug making her blind the auras swirling around the room and letting her breath like normal. "We'll find her." Was all she had to hear from him and she felt as if he knew it, his promise making it easier for her to breath and relax, her body no longer as tense or tight as it was, her grip loosing slightly but still embracing Robin. As much as he tried to nest into her shoulder, he was considerably taller than her and made it easier for her to rest her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, as cheesy as it sounded, it made it easier to ignore her 'gifts'.

However good Robin was at making Hope's gifts quiet down, it didn't stop the overwhelming sense of a sudden aura hitting the room. Danny's presence hit Hope just as fast as he had entered the room, causing her to let out a slight gasp, whether it was from the shock or if it hurt, she didn't even quite know but she'd assume it was the shock. She looked up from Robin's chest to give him a smile, her eyelids had grown considerably heavy and she blinked once or twice to get rid of the feeling. Hope listened to Danny as he progressed through his sentence, his attitude to the stutter was to be admired, he carried himself as she would and seemed to ignore the stutter, which she had grown accustomed to, she smiled as he made his through the sentence, nodding to him in an effort to give him some encouragement, not to finish the sentence more so to be comfortable around her and Jane, but she knew it was easier said than done.

Hope then felt another, much more powerful aura flood the kitchen, there was just so many emotions, she tried to peer over Robin and forgot he was too tall for her to even make it over his shoulder and so she looked around him, to see an unfamiliar face yet he seemed familiar in the house, maybe he'd left a linger, she could feel the tension in Robin and went to speak as he left her, her hands slowly sliding away from him. Her face dipped into a slight frown but she turned to Reed and gave him a quizzical look. "Reed?" She asked, her eyes still looking at Robin. "Who was that?" She glanced over at the other twin before looking back to where Robin had once stood.

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Character Portrait: Jane Wolfe Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: Owen Pugh Character Portrait: Elias Averesch Character Portrait: Reed Lewis

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Whilst Owen wasnโ€™t a man who liked to keep to very strict routines, there was one he did more or less often that he found necessary. Before the crack of dawn, he would get up to exercise, then afterwards patrol the grounds and woods around Safe Haven (serving the double purpose of cooling off and warding off anyone who wandered too close to it). He would start any repair or garden work necessary for the houseโ€™s upkeep as the sun began to rise over the property. Afterwards, he would take a well-deserved shower and make, or help make if someone went and did it ahead of him, breakfast for the occupants.
It had become part of the relatively comfortable living arrangement he and Jane Wolfe, his most trusted ally, his interpreter (of sorts) and the only family he really had left, had made for themselves and for anyone who, like them, no longer had a come to call theirs. Initially a pet project cum survival tactic, seeing the effect it had within the span a little than two years saw it grow out of its 'pet' status. There was nothing petty about the fact that they had somehow been given these abilities beyond their control at birth, and even further beyond their control was the perception 'normal' people had towards people like them. There was nothing petty about being able to help those who possessed them who were entirely lost as to how to deal with these abilities in a world he knew would be inhospitable to their kind if they were to make themselves known. For now, they would have to rely on the temporary obscurity that protected them.
Owen cut short his patrol around the grounds twenty minutes into the wooded area. Unlike others whom she connected with, Owen had so much exposure to Jane's mind link with their frequent communication with each other that somehow the residual parts of her consciousness were embedded in his mind, allowing him to sense her feelings. He ran over potential scenarios as he picked up on vague hints of anxiety and dread, from the most harmlessโ€”the car keys were missing, breakfast was burnt, they ran out of a particular ingredientโ€”to the most harmfulโ€”death. Though didn't put him completely at ease, at least his mind was occupied.
Owen entered through the back of the house near the kitchen, and saw one small group of their occupants gathered along the kitchen counter.

"Where's Jane? Something's up." Owen frowned as he signed to the group, deciding to look for her himself when no immediate response came from any of them. "What's happened? Where's Jane? Where'd she go?" Once one of them had pointed out the direction in which Jane had went, he gave them a thankful yet stern nod, and walked quickly in that direction... until he saw something he had least expected.

Elias. Elias Averesch.

Barring that he didn't speak, he was at a loss of words and turned to Jane in his confusion, not sure of young man in front of him. He hadn't heard what had been said to Jane.

"You're here." He thought mentally, touching Jane's shoulder to help stream these thoughts into her. "Why are you here?"