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Xavier's Institute is a part of 
X-Men: Dawn of a New Era.
13 Characters Here
Eden Riley [30] *scribbles in his notebook* Hi...
Seraphina Holliday Nolan [17] "Call me Seraphina and I???ll punch you in the face."
Samantha Kendall [16] "I can make you love me. All it takes is one touch."
Claude Allen Nolan [13] "Don't mind my sister...she just cares a lot..."
Jayson Goldsworthy [12] "Beyond the perfect image lies the darkened truth."
Effy Sharpe [11] 'One touch and I understand, one touch and I can see your whole life.'
Dixie Wyatt [10] Everyone must have a dark side... right?
Kyle Ferris [9] "So I'm the bad guy? So be it. Whatever. At least when it all ends I'll be on top."
Noah Jones Torvedia [5] "Oh hello. My name's Noah. And yes, I can fly."
Nicholas Payn [2] "Be afriad of the dark because its my play ground."
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Samantha Kendall
The silence that stretched after her confession was beyond intimidating. Eden had turned after getting his bounty of food - which would have been hilarious had Sam not been talking while he had done so - and listened. She caught onto his befuddlement and fought the urge to press into his mind more to see what he was confused about. Her? Her powers? She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she awaited his response, not at all surprised when he began writing.
Sam's eyes widened in surprise when she read that he could see the dead. That was definitely not a mutation she had thought of before discovering her own and realizing that there were others all over the world. However, this wasn't an unwelcome surprise. Besides, there was nothing creepy about his? Okay, maybe...it was. Just a little.
"Wow," was the only intelligent thing she could say and she walked towards the counter, propping her elbows up on it as Eden began eating his apple. She caught him trying not to think too hard about his feelings and she hadn't even had to feel his emotions to know that one. He expressed that decision in his body language, as if he could somehow guard his emotions and thoughts by shifting his body a certain way. A small smile appeared. "Can you talk them or anything?" She almost decided against this question, but her curiosity was piqued. "Have you seen people...you know?"
"Wow"
That wasn't the reaction that Eden had been expecting. He actually believed that she'd freak out a bit. maybe shun him and leave. That's what most people did, even when they didn't know that he was a mutant. He snorted at the unexpected result. His laugh was barely audible and completely humorless. Biting his lip to keep from chuckling any further, Eden uncapped his bottle of soda. He gave her a sideways glance, witnessing the small smile spread onto her face before she rattled on with questions. He placed his apple into his mouth, biting into it and holding it there as he wrote in his journal.
I can and vice versa. It's a pain in the ass. Believe it or not, spirits are nothing like Casper the friendly ghost; they're annoying and scary as all hell. The only spirit that I actually know is my sister, Ruth. She died from pancreatic cancer. She drops by often.
Sighing, Eden lowered his eyes and munched on the fruit. That was when he felt it; that bone chilling rush of dread that usually drenched him when an unhappy spirit was in his midst. He groaned, eyes flitting throughout the room. His mouth felt dry whist his palms became clammy. Whoever this spirit was; they were strong...and angry. A dark figure stood at the entrance of the kitchen. It was tall, obviously the form of a man, but his face was unable to be seen. Water dripped from his body and stained the floor with murky brown liquid. Eden stared at him with wide unblinking eyes, his breathing becoming labored. He gasped for air, eyes bulging and body aching. His muscles suddenly felt as if he ran ten marathons whilst his lungs burned for oxygen. It was overwhelming.
The dark figure said nothing, did nothing, but Eden knew that he was experiencing the pain that the spirit felt during his final movements. Releasing a grunt, Eden fell from his chair, body convulsing as he fought to breathe. He turned his head towards the dark figure, watching it turn its back and disappear to God knows where. Suddenly, Eden was able to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide. He didn't moved from his spot on the floor, eyes on the ceiling as he concentrated on breathing. Annoying as all hell, he thought tiredly.
Samantha Kendall
Sam was genuinely interested as she read Eden's response. It must have been tiresome to have ghosts finding you and wanting to talk all the time. She couldn't even fathom having to deal with that all of the time. And having to see his dead sister as well...Sam didn't even want to have to picture that. Losing Michael would be a struggle on its own. Being able to see his ghost would have Sam ready to check herself in to a psych ward.
Suddenly, Eden's entire demeanor changed. His eyes were focused on something behind her and Sam turned around only to see nothing there. She turned back to Eden, a chill sliding down her spine with the realization that Eden might be seeing a ghost now.
"Is there on here now?" Eden gasped, still staring at whatever he was seeing and Sam took tentative steps toward him. She could see him beginning to lose his breath and without thinking, reached out to touch him only for Eden to fall to the ground hard. She narrowly avoided the apple he'd been chewing on and knelt down beside him. "Eden? She saw him attempting to breathe better, trying to calm down. She touched his arm, pouring into him as much calming warmth as she possibly could. "Are you alright? Do I need to find someone from the infirmary?"
Slowly but surely, air returned to Eden's sore lungs. He coughed, heaving out thick liquid. He opened his eyes, seeing that he was actually coughing up blood. He grunted in annoyance. He wasn't afraid. Annoyed: yes. Scared: no. He flopped onto his back, reveling in the beauty of breathing. You never really appreciate oxygen until it has been ripped from you. After a full minute of just laying on the floor, Eden finally registered that Samantha was still there. He felt a rush of energy relax his body and he groaned happily. He has never felt so at ease in his life.
"Are you alright? Do I need to find someone from the infirmary?"
The mere mention of the infirmary made Eden freeze. He looked dead at her, eyes bulging. He could deal with ghosts, but doctors were where he drew the proverbial line. He shook his head rapidly before he pushed himself up. Wincing, he cautiously retrieved his journal and pen.
I'm fine. Restless spirit...confused probably. I don't need a doctor, just rest. Spirits take a lot out of me.
Samantha Kendall
When Eden coughed up a little blood, Sam could feel all of the blood drain from her face and she was overcome with worry. She faintly wondered if she just forget about asking his permission and finding someone to help when Eden began breathing. Somehow, each breathe he took seemed to be another ounce of relief that filled her until Sam could see the color returning to his skin. She knelt down beside him, just to be close if anything were to happen. And then her question of the infirmary finally reached Eden and he gave her this look that had her wanting to take a few steps back.
"Sorry I asked," she replied quickly, holding her hands up in defense. She almost didn't catch when he began to write once more. Sam read Eden's response with a small, concerned frown. "Are you sure? Do you need anything?"
Eden pulled himself up against the island, focusing on his breathing and resting his head on the smooth wood, watching Samantha with tired eyes. He was tempted to speak, since writing alone felt as if it required too much energy. He opened his mouth, but no words could break free. He sighed, he couldn't talk even if he wanted to. He was simply mentally crippled, therefore he unable to verbally communicate with other people. Long story short, it was frustrating as hell. He was staring at her with unblinking eyes, thinking. He thought about how strange it felt to have someone to actually give a fraction of a fuck. Why did she even care? No one else ever did. She was an enigma...
He didn't even realize how long he's been staring before he started writing again.
I'm sure. He licked his lips as he glanced at his fallen apple. Sighing, he added: I really wanted to finish that...I just need a moment to gather my strength. Do me a favor, talk about something. Anything. I need to stop thinking about them.
He hated conversations, but he needed to take his mind off of almost being choked out.
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