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Ren Truscott

"Never love anybody who treats you like you are ordinary."

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a character in “The Gilded”, as played by AlwaysGone

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“When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you’re happy and it’s easy.”
~ Lauren Oliver




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I'll believe it all; there's nothing I won't understand.



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FULL NAME
Wren Fitzwilliam Truscott

NICKNAMES
Ren

DATE OF BIRTH:
July 10th

AGE
Twenty-four

OCCUPATION
Gilded

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Bisexual

DIALOGUE COLOR
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I'll believe it all; I'll never let go of your hand.



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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Ren has a warm coloring that is well indicative of his nature. Dark chocolate eyes and thick, ash brown hair compliment his tan skin. A light dusting of freckles spans across his nose and cheekbones, with a few stragglers above and below.

Before he became a Gilded, Ren was essentially a blank slate. The brokers that took him advertised him as an entirely natural product, no surgery, no gold, just a limited amount of psychological conditioning. He had very few permanent marks on his body, and this made him the perfect candidate for a patrician that liked to leave their own marks.

PERSONALITY
Supportive and loyal to a fault, Ren has always been the quiet type. He's humble and shy, and he often finds it difficult to take the attention that comes with being one of the Gilded. He is meticulous and careful, often going above and beyond what is asked of him for those he cares about. He finds it difficult to say no to just about anyone, and he'll do anything to protect those close to him.

On the other hand, Ren has a nasty tendency to take things personally. Because he is selfless, he neglects to tend to his own needs and has great trouble dealing with conflict. His need for explicit, direct praise and appreciation can get him into tight spots, especially when he feels forgotten. He often bottles up his negative feelings until they explode out of him.

LIKES
Structure: Ren has lived in chaos before. He's hated that with every fiber of his being, so now that he is in a much more stable place in life, he's much happier.
Cooking: Cooking and baking provide a therapeutic hobby for Ren that also benefits others. For him, it's a win-win.
Gift-giving: There are few things he's better at than picking out the perfect gift for someone he knows. He likes making people happy and getting the appreciation.
Music: He plays a couple instruments, and both listening to and making music are a relaxing pass time for him.
Early mornings: Ren likes to be awake to face the day as the sun rises.

DISLIKES
Condescension: Ren may be a Gilded, but he's not stupid. He hates being patronized.
Seafood: Just the smell is enough to make him nauseous.
Alcohol: He doesn't like losing control of his faculties.
Arguing: Upsetting people gives him a gut-punched feeling, even if they deserve it.
Being idle: While there are certain benefits to relaxing, Ren hates doing nothing for extended periods of time.

FEARS
Change: After losing everything once, Ren is terrified that any change will result in him losing everything again.
Suffocating: Suffocating is the biggest fear he faces in his nightmares. It would be a horrific way to die for him after what happened to his family.
Birds: Not every fear is rational, right?




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Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always gonna stay together.



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BIOGRAPHY
Ren grew up poor, but normal. His family was close. He was the youngest of five children, and he was the most anxious. He always tried to protect his family members, despite being the smallest. He was well loved among his siblings. They all doted on him, and he was everyone's favorite.

He was 15 when he lost them. Everything seemed fine, but he went sleep with a headache one night in his bed and woke up in the hospital. The investigators never told him how the carbon monoxide got into their home, but Ren was the only survivor. He spent weeks in the ICU, including time in a hyperbaric chamber, before being transferred to the psych ward. The sudden loss of everything he'd ever known and loved made him despondent and depressed. It took him months to recover to a functional level.

The psychologist who treated Ren in the psych ward subtly groomed and guided him to become a Gilded. She had a partner who was a broker that specialized in transforming orphans into Gildeds, and Ren was a perfect target. The day he left the hospital was the day he became a Gilded. He was shoved into a van right in front of the hospital. The doctor continued his training overtly while the broker beat him into submission with tactics developed to deal the most pain with the least physical evidence. The partners had once been well known and highly respected Gilded producers, but they had been forced out of the business when one of their "trainees," as they called them, had bled out internally after a particularly brutal beating. Ren was their comeback. Their chance to get back into the goldmine that is producing Gildeds.

Three years later, they sold him. He was whisked away to Arcadia, and there he began his new life.

MISCELLANEOUS
Ren has a pet bulldog named Aunt Marie.


So begins...

Ren Truscott's Story

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Aris Lincoln Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones

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The problem with having the wealth and power that he did meant that it often fell on Silas to host his peers and their over-the-top demands when it came time for holidays or any other celebration. One such holiday had always been welcoming in the new year in the dead of winter. Temperatures in Arcadia never reached above forty degrees in the winter, and a thin sheet of snow coated everything.

A unforgiving wind whipped through the streets that day, driving most Patricians into the cover of their automobiles to reach whatever party they would be attending. Silas's was only for the cream of the crop, of course. A man in his position could not afford to invite those who didn't belong there. Despite that, his home seemed packed to the brim. The manor stood on the edge of Arcadia, in the same place his mentor had begun its construction so many years ago. And now, here it was - a looming, multi-story thing of near-palatial quality.

It was Harvey who had requested the layout that, frankly, had no place among the most modern pieces of architecture. It seemed to glow in the moonlight, the white of the building reflecting the light like a beacon. A courtyard in the center stretched the length of the mansion, but it had been covered for the comfort of the party-goers.

It was in the courtyard that Silas stood now, engaged in a conversation with far too many people at once. Like most of the conversations that night, it involved talk about the recent protests that had sprung up in smaller, less significant cities across The Republic earlier that day. That was the problem with mass media, he found - news spread far too quickly. He hadn't even had time to be briefed before the concerned phone calls came into his secretary and the more influential Patricians appeared at his doorstep.

"It's outrageous, I say," blubbered a woman to his right. She was a journalist, he recalled, one of the first who had appeared on his doorstep that morning. "The gall of some...frankly, I don't see what they plan to accomplish." She turned quickly, facing Silas with a hungry look in her eyes. "What do you make of it?"

Societal change slips under our noses, suddenly integrates itself into life.

He had been watching Canan from a slight distance, having let her wander off among the flowers in the garden. Once upon a time, that could have - would have - been him. He had been so young then, but here he stood, a changed man. He could hardly imagine a life without the Gilded.

It was ironic that despite all of his schooling, he had seemed to forget one of the earliest lessons he had learned as a child, that there was an ugly side to the Gilded that the media, the endless commercials and promotions didn't show. He could hardly remember a time without the looming presence of the Gilded.

"We...owe it to the people of The Republic to let them speak for themselves," he began, his hand tightening for a moment on his tumbler of some drink he had long forgotten about. "But we will ensure their civil liberties do not infringe upon those of other citizens." He gestured about the circle, his hand almost hesitating as he gestured past a few of the Gilded that stood by their respective Patricians.

He looked to the journalist now, and she gave a slow nod, already pounding his words into her sleek cellular device with her thumb. They would be across the nation in just minutes. An urge struck him, and he downed the rest of his drink before excusing himself and walking towards the bar, seeking something else to calm newly frazzled nerves.

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin

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MEREDITH JOPLIN

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REN TRUSCOTT






It was a bit cold for a party, but nonetheless Meredith had rarely been invited to drink in the presence of the higher Patricians in Arcadia. It had been a mere chance that an invitation to Silas's New Years Eve party had landed itself in her hands. One of her most recent clients that she had designed for asked if she would attended the party. A favor for the intricate, beautiful dress Meredith had spent countless hours stitching together. She nearly would've starved if it hadn't been for Ren kindly leaving plates of food at her work table while she stitched. 

Tonight however, Meredith planned to stick out. She had to, if she wanted to stick her nose out into the higher classes of Arcadia. It was her chance to spread her name and hopefully acquire a multitude of new clients. She had spent a week fashioning a silver, silk dress that had tiny crystals incased in each fashioned stitch. Every time she walked, a small little shimmer followed in her wake. She was proud of it, and tonight was her chance to showcase her talent. 

The ride to Silas's Estate was rather quiet, she had taken Ren along with her. A little part of her wanted his company, she was practically one of the youngest higher class members in this section of Arcadia, he was the only person she was comfortable with. Guiltily however, he showed her level of class, having a Gilded meant you had authority or wealth in this world. As the thought crossed her head her eyes strayed over to his spot next to her, she had fashioned a sleek golden suit that matched the intricate swirls of gold peeking out from his sleeve, and curling up his neck. Her eyes fell back down to her hands in her lap, which where etched with faint lines from where she had constantly been working and stitching. "There are going to be a lot of important people there." The sentence that came out had many meanings. She was nervous, he could probably tell, to her it was more of reassurance. Stating her trouble, and hoping that the words would make her feel better. It didn't. 

Ren took one of her hands in his own, rubbing his thumb along the imprints. "You'll be one of them," he replied simply. "You're more than ready for this." If he was honest with himself, he was more worried about how he would deal with that level of scrutiny than how she would. Being Gilded meant coming from the lower classes, and Ren was no exception. Parties in his hometown were less tailored suits and stunning gowns and more dirty jeans and faded shirtdresses. Living in Arcadia, with Meredith especially, had offered an enormous departure from any life he'd known before. Just the gold suit he was wearing now was probably worth more than his family's entire home had been. Out the window were sprawling estates that rivaled anything Ren had ever seen.

Each mansion was bigger than the last, and the one the car pulled into was the biggest of them all. The white walls glittered in the light of the moon in the same way every one of Meredith's steps did. It seemed that most of the guests had already arrived, and they were among the final few stragglers to show up. Maybe Ren was a biased, but he didn't see a single outfit that was better than the ones Meredith had designed, or even half as good. He had watched her slave away over each stitch, every inch of fabric until the constructions were absolutely perfect, and in his eyes it had more than paid off.

The mansion took Meredith's breath away. Compared to her flat, this place was a castle. There were big names everywhere, it would be a lie to herself if she wasn't a tiny bit intimidated. The quiet, hushed conversations could be heard all around her, about the various protests in the Republic. She wasn't surprised, there had always been various forms of protests against the Republic, but it had slowly been getting worse. She turned her head slightly to address Ren as they made their way into the courtyard. "Feel free to walk around if you like, just don't stray too far," she said quietly. She had noticed the other Gildeds walking around the courtyard, some right next to their Patricians and others roaming around. 

Ren stopped himself before he could furrow his brow at the crowd. Pasting a pleasant smile on his face, he offered, "Do you want me to get you a drink?" Waiters passed every few feet with trays of either hors d'oeuvres or champagne. A table against the wall held a punch bowl and a water pitcher. The other guests seemed to prefer the champagne. "I'd really rather not leave you alone," he admitted, "or try to introduce myself alone." Socializing had never been his strong suit, and he had never really seen himself fitting in well with other Gildeds. He'd only met a few, but they'd had very different views than he did on being a Gilded. It made him sick to his stomach. Reminded him of his 'training.'

Meredith gave him a soft smile and a slight nod, "I would love a drink." Something to loosen her up, and take away her anxiety sounded like a wonderful idea. As she watched Ren slip away to grab a drink her eyes strayed across the crowd, beautiful men and women surrounded her everywhere, she didn't even know where to start. She noticed Silas, one of the most influential men in the Republic, and quite intimidating. Then there was Rosemary, Laurence, she could go on. If it hadn't been for her parents encouraging lesson on some of the highest class in Arcadia she would've been lost. She was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't even notice a woman that approached her. 

"That is one of the most lovely dresses I have ever laid eyes on, you must tell me where you purchased it!" The women's voice was obnoxiously nasally, but Meredith didn't let it phase her. 

"Well, uhm, I actually made it myself." Her voice came out a bit unconfident, but she flashed the woman a bright smile, and hoped that it would save her failing confidence. 

After grabbing a glass of champagne and an Hors d'oeuvres, he made a beeline for the drink table, hopefully for something without alcohol. He took a sip of the punch he'd gotten for himself and nearly choked on the booze in it. Either someone had spiked it, or this was never really 'punch.' It reminded him of the jungle juice he'd accidentally had too much of at a party when he was 14. The appetizer, on the other hand, was a beef tenderloin on a fancy cracker with what seemed to be a garlic and merlot jam spread decoratively on top. He wondered to himself if he could recreate it at home and turned to see if Meredith thought he could. When he saw the woman talking to her, Ren decided to hang back at the drink table and watch, grinning to himself as the potential conversation played out in his head.

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois

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Luisa was used to be primped and tucked. After all, she was representing one of the most sought after celebrities in Arcadia. Tonight Luisa was adorned with dark colored diamonds and a sweeping purple gown. The piece was of a simple design,hanging elegantly on her curves, but it was made of fine threaded silk. The material was iridescent, changing with each catch of light, and just sheer enough for the golden itching on Luisa's body to be adored. On her feet were a pair of delicate black heels with pointed toes. Her make up was that of a young girl, just enough to accentuate her natural beauty but not enough to cover it with colorful smears.

Unlike many of the Gilded Luisa had met over the years, she was rather mature and knowing. In her previous life she was treated like an adult the moment she could speak. The old traditions of Thriskeía primed Luisa for a full-time life as a contributing member of society and well as being a mother. She was expected to have a natural grasp of adult concepts an be fully matured by the time she was seventeen. Thus, her level of independence was higher than most Gilded in Arcadia. Luisa was well beyond her years, which was both and challenge and a blessing for her Patrician, Aris. Luisa found no shame in being an intelligent, sophisticated, and independent Gilded. Deep down she knew that she was ultimately a slave to Aris and Arcadia, but she made up for this devastating fact by presenting herself as an independent being.

Her golden brown eyes scanned over the faces that littered Silas' courtyard. The Doyen himself stood with Xena Dawn, who Luisa knew very little about, and Edmund Gray, who was also an illusive figure. In the distance was Aris, getting the attention he needed. Across the way were some familiar faces with scattered names, but none of which seemed interesting enough for Luisa to go out of her way for.

Luisa spied a reporter but turned before making any eye contact. Normally, Luisa wouldn't have a problem making a statement about the protests. Being a Gilded was, in her experience, something pleasant. She was lucky enough to be treated well by Aristotle, and to get nearly everything she desired. They fought often, but they had never reached a height of disagreement that was extraordinarily violent or abusive.

However, Luisa didn't want to speak to the press tonight because of Charlie, her ex-fiance. It was silly for Luisa to think about being married at seventeen now that she was older, but her commitment to Charlie as a dear friend was still the same as the day she was taken to Arcadia. Against her wishes, Charlie was amongst the protestors. In fact, seeing as he literally could no remarry in Thriskeía, Charlie had made civil rights for the Gilded his life work. It was not well known that Luisa was betrothed to someone before becoming a Gilded, but she didn't want to make the situation between them any worse by making a statement.

She proceeded to keep a sharp eye on the party, sipping on a martini. It was then that she noticed something new and exciting. A young woman and a Gilded who was dressed in a suit made entirely of gold. After a few exchanges they parted ways, the woman conversed with elites while the Gilded gathered their refreshments. Luisa, near enough to take just a couple of steps toward him, noticed the Gilded watching his Patrician with deep admiration. A spark of jealously made Luisa's eye twitch. What if she was never going to experience what he was experiencing ever again? Letting out a soft sigh Luisa set her emptied martini on a wandering waiter's tray.

Regaining her confidence, Luisa interrupted his thought by looking at his Patrician and stating "She is beautiful." Luisa turned her head to look at the other Gilded. "You're new," she tilted her head,"My name is Luisa."

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin

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Ren watched as the woman fawned over Meredith's gown.

"She is beautiful." The voice startled him out of his focus. Beside him had appeared a woman, another Gilded, with dark hair and a coy tilt to her head. "You're new," she said. "My name is Luisa."

"She is, isn't she? I'm Ren," he replied. "Is it that obvious? You must come to a lot of these then." He took a long sip of his punch, forgetting the alcohol content for a second. His face scrunched up before he fixed it into a friendly smile. "So tell me, Luisa," he said, pulling her name out half a second longer. "Should I trust the water, or is it just straight vodka?"

The crowd ebbed and flowed until Meredith was out of his direct line of sight, but he clamped down on the lump of anxiety that arose in his throat. His heart rate accelerated, but there was nothing he could do about that besides breathing steadily. Here was a chance to branch out beyond the apartment building, and Ren wasn't going to waste it by worrying about being ten feet from Meredith or saying the wrong thing.

"Any advice for a newcomer?" he asked, his voice turning up and a playful grin on his face. "I wouldn't want to screw anything up."

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois

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Luisa shook her head just enough for the man, Ren, to notice. "No, not obvious," she stated with utter confidence, "just new." Implying that it was not his attitude or behavior that made him a target, but rather that she had never seen him before. His patrician must be something up and coming, and specializing in some kind of fine art. That's generally how it worked for Silas' events; Those who were grounded in medicine, politics, and business were always invited. While those who were actors, designers, musicians, and so forth rotated into different social circles. Whoever was popular at the time was usually invited, sometimes even unknown individuals with great potential made it into Silas' parties. Luisa wondered where his Patrician was on the scale.

"Should I trust the water, or is it just straight vodka?" At this, Luisa laughed.The bubbling joy that ensued in her chuckle felt foreign to Luisa. It wasn't that she was without laughter in her life, seeing as she was constantly giggling at Aris' children, but she hadn't had an honest exchange from a joke in a long time. "You should be okay," she said lightly in response. As a waitress pranced near Luisa casually lifted her hand, the woman quickly approached and offered Luisa her usual martini. Luisa took the tall glass into her hand and gracefully lifted it to her lips. It was then that Luisa gave Ren a good look over. She had been so focused on the actual interaction that she failed to even notice what he looked like, but now she noticed his sandy brown hair and playful chocolate colored eyes. He reminded her vaguely of a boy she had grown up with, but not enough to merit worth mentioning.

When he asked his next question Luisa subtly flipped some of her dark hair back with a toothy grin. "Oh," she said, lingering on the word. "You're doing well so far." Though he wasn't the one to initial their conversation, it was important that he make some sort of relationship with the Gilded, as well as other Patricians.

"As much as you may not like it, you're going to have to let her roam," Luisa said, knowing that many Gilded grew anxious without their Patricians. "Especially if she's trying to find social capital, or do business... Or whatever it is that Patricians do at these things." she last remark was fluid and playful. Luisa smiled at Ren before ending her statement.

"You must learn to admire from afar." Luisa obviously didn't know the relationship he had with his Patrician, but she knew hard it could be to get all the attention you needed at home then be completely abandoned at a party. Luisa took another long sip of her martini, letting the alcohol seep into her system. She drank socially, which was regularly enough for her to have a decent tolerance of it, resulting in very few drunken stupors.

Sometimes it was hard to find common ground with other Gilded. Their backgrounds were so diverse that connecting on past experiences was uncommon. Their friendships usually spouted from feeling for each other's pain or from living for the wealth. Luisa wasn't keen on either of those things so she went with the former. It was strange to reminisce about the past with an unknown personality, but the way that they both were tugged away from their previous lives was enough to be curious.

"So," she mused for a moment, "where are you from?"

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MEREDITH JOPLIN




The woman seemed pleasantly surprised at Meredith's comment. "I must say, it's quite interesting to see such a young artist here. What's you're name darling?".

"Meredith. Meredith Joplin".

She could see the recognition of her last name bloom across the woman's face. "A Joplin? How refreshing, do tell your parents to get out more their absence in the community is quite upsetting" She said an utterly fictitious smile across her face. The obvious jab at her parents threw her off but also irritated her. She had to bite her tongue to keep from letting out harsh retort, and instead let out a small laugh. "Of course, ever since they fancied themselves with skypool they never leave the house. They're practically prunes", the woman seemed to play into her subtle humor and laughed. Before she could open her mouth again Meredith was quick to speak, "Lavender would be such an alluring color on you, have you ever worn a shift dress? I have the most lovely design in mind". The woman seemed thrown off by the comment but seemed intrigued by her offer. "I can't help but say I'm interested. I'm Vera Nguyen, I happen to have a gala next weekend. I'd love if you called me and talked more about this lavender dress." Meredith offered the woman a satisfied smile and a nod, "Of course". The woman opened her mouth to say something but seemed to get distracted at something behind Meredith, after a moment she turned back. "I'm terribly sorry but I must cut this conversation short, don't forget to call and have a wonderful evening Meredith" With that the woman gathered the linen of her black dress and walked off towards a group of other partygoers.

Meredith couldn't contain her pleasant smile and she suddenly realized she had entirely forgotten about Ren. He would've been proud to hear of her conversation but as she scanned the party she couldn't find him. After a moment she realized she was trying to look for her Gilded instead of talking to a courtyard of potential clients and friends. Her brother would've scolded her. He was probably just fancying himself with the catering, or maybe he had found someone to talk to. Nonetheless she trusted him, and focused back on to the bustling party around her.

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois

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It would be a great understatement to say that Ren didn't get out much. Approximately 99 percent of his human contact came from Meredith. Most days, he didn't particularly mind that, but it was still nice to hear someone new laugh with him. He'd worried that he wouldn't make a good impression on these people from the second Meredith told him about the invitation. He couldn't help glancing her way, every few seconds getting a passing glimpse of that blonde hair or that shimmering gown, but the crowd still kept her almost completely obscured from him.

Luisa's smile settled over him warmly. "You're doing well so far," she assured him. Logically, he knew she was right about letting Meredith go. It would never stop him from worrying, but she should be allowed to make business connections without him getting underfoot. They spent every single day together; one night spent 20 feet apart wasn't going to whisk her away from him forever.

"I guess she's finding clients," he said. "Wowing people with her designs and such. She's really quite talented, if I say so myself." Even he could hear the pride in his voice. "Afar. That's the hard part," he replied as he watched Luisa sip her martini. Ren took a pull from his own drink just as she asked where he was from.

His mind flashed to dirt roads and small, old-fashioned houses before he pulled himself back to the present. "It's this little city," he began with a wistful smile, "about 100 or so miles from here. Resurrection, it's called. Really tiny, actually. The nearest hospital was 20 miles away. What about you?" he asked, the need to deflect from his excess information rising in his throat. "Where are you from?"