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hey guys! we've finally hit our three month mark! let's stay strong. the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins! unfortunately, noods has steped down from his admin position. make sure you say your goodbyes here!
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JUNE 18TH, 2015
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hello calamity! we're nearing the two months mark in a few weeks. how time flies! right now we have two things going on that need your participation. the first is an activity check! it is impotant that you check in so you don't lose your face claim. the second is the otm nomiations! we're doing it a bit different than last time. so please submit your nominations in. a vote thread will be up in the next few days. there will also be a formal event coming very soon, so keep your eye out for that. keep being cool!
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[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
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[attr="class","nv3"] NOAH WYSS OHHHHH MISTY EYESSSS OF THE MOUNTAIN BELOW
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[attr="class","mv1"]'i'm sorry. the number you have dialed...'
fifteen times. fifteen times the automated voice system went straight to the voicemail of the only phone he wished was still on right now. hands gripped the phone tightly as eyes glared at the screen filled more with worry than anger. why wasn't noah's phone on? he had dialed the number he had embedded in his mine over and over again, hoping that by some occurrence something would change and he would be able to hear the man's grouchy voice coming through the speaker. but nothing changed and evan was left with his anxiety driven thoughts as he rushed through slateport searching for him.
the gala had been a disaster, the whole night ruined by a number of things he couldn't even be bothered to keep track of. the evening had been destined to be a failure the moment they had stepped inside. by some chance, he had been hoping the evening could be salvaged and they would walk out of the building with a few laughs and memories they would joke about. he had not expected the hostage situation and battle to break out. he didn't understand half of what happened, only knowing that his friends had disappeared one by one and everyone was fighting back. he had stayed, hoping to help out the rest of the attendees and to eventually run off the terrorists until the police arrived, and then find his friends.
the plan had not worked out in his favor and he had been left staring numbly around the room searching for a familiar face among the crowd. unfamiliar faces only greeted him as he searched for his friends and noah only to find nothing. so he made calls and found out everyone was safe except one.
evan searched for hours, checking each floor and asking the guest and rangers if they had seen noah anywhere only to get disheartened. maybe noah had gotten away alright? he was worried, more than worried because of what had happened previously before the battle. he still did not know the full story of the vase and fighting. the man could have been hurt for all he knew or had even got jumped somewhere.
evan just didn't know and that was the worst part.
his feet eventually led him back to the last place he was looking for the night, staring at the elevator doors anxiously. what if he wasn't in there? he had practically sprinted into the hotel and hopped onto the nearest elevator, ignoring the couple who told him to wait. he didn't even know where to begin searching again if he wasn't. flipping the keycard once in his hand, he sped out in a hurry and found the hotel room that they were sharing while they stayed in slateport. sliding it through the door slot, evan sped into the room out of breath "noah? please tell me you're in here."
his fingers twisted against each other, intertwining between the others before undoing the motion in another second. it was all repetitive -- stupidly so -- but it was something to keep his hands away from the phone placed on the nightstand at his side. whoever had oversaw the night and it’s events had took it upon themselves to kill his only source of communication with the one person that could make him act like this. he hadn’t thought about it much during the gala, nor had he thought to keep mind of its battery life throughout his constant use of it -- and that wasn’t his fault. there was no reason for him to pay mind to it, not when he thought they’d return to the room together after the gala. he didn’t think any of that would happen. not the hostage situation, not the increase in violence and panic and especially not getting separated from him.
he should have never left -- i should have stayed. he should have never left -- i should have found him. he should have never left -- i should have waited. he should have never left…
the object now in his grasp -- a quick movement that almost knocks the phone onto the bed -- rests heavy in his hand, weighed down by his own anxieties placed on it. it could answer everything if it just turned on; just told him what he wanted to hear.
that he was coming. that he was sorry for being late. that he was okay.
his eyes watch the screen, ignoring the rest of the room as it settles on the illuminated start-up hes’ seen more than enough for the night -- and as the menu appears it builds him up, giving him hope that maybe he’ll see those messages that hes’ been waiting for. but like all the other times before everything turns black besides the image of a dead battery, neat text at the bottom relaying the message to charge the device. if this wasn’t his only source of communication with him he’d have broken it by now.
what time is it.
the question comes to mind, unanswered and left to sit in the back as his worries take front and center. his head doesn’t lift, his eyes don’t glance towards the clock in the room -- there’s no movement on his part other than the small brush of his thumb against the reflective screen; the same one he has watched turn dark more times than he can remember.
he should have never left the gala like he had. when he saw the opportunity to leave the chaos he had taken in, assuming evan would follow right behind to escape the train wreck of the nights festivities. he thought he’d have left as soon as possible, that even if he ran out of there a little late it’d take an hour or so from when noah arrived back at their hotel room; but that hour had long since flew by. it left him pacing for the following time, walking around the room only to leave and stand in the lobby to watch the glass doors for that familiar sight coming up. he’d done that enough times for the staff to exchange looks each time he’d walk out of the elevator, so much so that someone had walked up to him and ask if they could help.
they couldn’t.
it was then that he decided to stay in their hotel room, the same one void of one guest -- someone who was supposed to show up long ago -- and occupied by the other, staring at a dead item in his grasp as though his attention would somehow revive it for use. the longer he sits in his own silence does he realize how exhausted he is, how his body feels weighed down enough to sink him onto the floor if he dropped his guard for long enough; how all he wants to do is sleep and forget. mostly forget. but he can’t. not unless he’s here. not unless he knows what happened. not unless he knows he’s okay.
a few minutes pass until the phone leaves his hand, placed on the nightstand yet again for it to stay under the glow of the lamp -- and he moves (tries to at least) to pace around the room yet again without him even thinking of it. he leaves the side of the bed to a window, slides the curtains enough to see outside into the darkened city only to let the fabric slide from his grip and fall closed. it’s in that slight moment -- those ticking seconds -- that the reflection remains in view that his eyes catch sight of something. it contrasts the darkness outside, the yellowish glow of the lights hes kept on around the room; and it brings him back to the first time he met that sight. maybe it’s because he feels let down all those other times when he tried to contact evan, to find him walking through the doors only to find nothing waiting for him, that his heart drops as he turns, half expecting his exhaustion to have finally turned on him.
it’s the voice that gets him, has his feet pushing him forward to see the door of their hotelroom open -- and he’s standing there. actually standing there. he doesn’t move anymore once the boys figure comes to view, doesn’t think he even could in the seconds it takes his mind to register that this is real. what was he supposed to feel in this moment. he thought when he saw evan after the night all he’d want to do was ask if he was okay, keep him close so he wouldn’t be away anymore; but now as he stood all of that dropped. what was left was all that worry he had felt since he arrived in this room to find he was alone, all those questions left unanswered as to why it had taken evan so long to come back -- everything he had felt during that time alone wondering what was going on.
“i’ve been here.” he says, recalling the words that the boy spoke. his tone doesn’t hide his growing irritation, and his exhaustion takes the way evan speaks his worry and twists it. where else would he be? he’d been here the entire time waiting for him to come. his eyes narrow now, having realized all too well that this is real -- that it had taken evan this long to finally show up -- as he stares the boy down from where he stands. there’s still a good part of him that wants to walk up to the redhead, to drag him further into the room and forget everything; but that’s not the most prominent feeling now. it’s hidden behind this misplaced annoyance, escalated by the anxiety ridden exhaustion that hits him. “took you long enough to finally show up. what happened back there? i thought you’d have left the moment you got a chance.”
i ranted a lot about nothing. feelings that don't even fucking make sense. im really just tired. i was tired like 4 hours ago after my drink was sorta coming down...... i have work..... fuck........ i dont even know what the fuck this is.
[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
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[attr="class","nv3"] NOAH WYSS so started somewhere and then he took me in another direction and i was like 'ew i don't like this one' and yeah here you go also your post was fine shut up
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[attr="class","mv1"]his hand still had a grip on the door handle, holding onto it as if it was the only thing keeping him standing. his eyes stayed locked on the other person in the room, scanning over the body in search of anything out of place from the long night. he was relieved and happy to know that noah had not been injured in the scuffle and that he didn't have to run back out to start the search all over again. the anxiety that had been eating him up suddenly left his body leaving him utterly exhausted. it had been a long night, something that made him want to forget that it ever happened and sleep for the rest of the week.
the hand on the doorknob loosened and his back pressed against the wooden door, supporting his body for now less he decide that the floor was a good spot for the night. all he wanted to do was grab noah and sleep, forgetting the amount of fuck ups that happened in the span of a few hours. but he knew that sleep was not going to come easy for him tonight from the way the brunette was looking and the amount of questions that needed to be answered bubbling up inside him.
evan glanced toward noah and took note of the irritated tone and narrowed eyes targeted in his direction. he didn't want to do this tonight, not after what happened back there. he could tell they were both exhausted and getting into an argument now was not going to benefit neither of them in the long run. but his curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to know what happened. he wanted to know why noah had gotten into a fight and threw a vase at one of the guest. he wanted to know why noah refused to answer his questions about the incident and then ignore his calls during the scuffle that broke out. he wanted to know why he spent hours looking for noah at the gala afterwards only to find out the male had been here the entire time.
he wanted to know why noah hadn't looked for him.
irritation bubbled up and he narrowed his own eyes to match the look he was being given. noah's words shot directly at him and whatever annoyance the other had at the gala leftover was being thrown in his direction as well. it wasn't his fault that noah got into a fight. it wasn't his fault that some terrorist organization decided to attack the same time. it wasn't his fault that noah decided to run away and make evan worry about him for hours in a search because he thought he would still be there looking for him too.
"i can see that." his back finally left the support of the door and walked further into the room. his hands reached up to start loosening the tie around his neck, his hand motions more tense in his quickness to lose the damn thing. "and no i didn't leave. i didn't want to when i didn't know if you guys were safe."if you were safe if he even had the chance to leave, he wouldn't have taken the chance...not without knowing.
the material finally loosened and evan threw the tie onto the bed, his gaze looking from the accessory to the nightstand where his eyes caught noah's phone. he stared for a long moment before finally turning his gaze to the tacky bedspread. "i looked for you after." it came out lower than anything else he had said that night. he didn't look over at noah in the chance that the male could pick up what he was feeling right now.
