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yogen2021-04-24 04:17 pm
silentabyss) wrote in yogen2021-04-24 04:17 pm
i'm on my way through every day
Who: Noah & YOU!
What: A sad but motivated teenage boy Doing His Best
Where: Around the school, specifics in prompts
When: 4/24 and 4/25
Warnings: Mentions/portrayals of PTSD
APRIL 24TH, MORNING
[Noah is conspicuously absent from class this morning, which is actually fairly odd for him; he's learnt that ditching doesn't get him anywhere and surely knows that Clamor will get on his ass about it later. But... he's absent, that's for sure. He isn't seen all morning, in fact. He's not in the art room, he wasn't at his locker before class, and even if you look for him and that distinct silver-blue hair of his you can't see him in the throngs of students in the hallways.
Luckily, he's not dead, but he's not quite fine either. He's curled up between some bookshelves in the library sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the hard wood, knees drawn to his chest and his notebook open at his side like he'd been trying to keep his hands occupied and just couldn't, the pen tossed carelessly between the pages. On the pages themselves are some drawings, things Noah normally draws — black cartoonish cats jumping between the lines on the pages, half-finished portraits of fellow students, a sketch of an interesting-looking sickle, and... another drawing of a man with scribbled-out facial features, the chaotic and scratchy motions of the lines depicting Noah's mental state at the time of drawing.
The page next to that has a half-written note, perhaps a letter, the handwriting nearly impossible to read. The only words that can be clearly deciphered read: "Harque, I miss you."
Despite the silence of the library, one thing is apparent: Noah is crying, the shaking of his shoulders giving that away clearly despite the fact that his hiccupping sobs cannot be heard. Half of his face is buried in one of his hands, and the other is limply draped over the tops of his knees. He doesn't notice anyone approaching for obvious reasons.
Perhaps you poke him or touch him to get his attention, in which case he jumps visibly and blindly swats you away with one very strong swing of his arm, not quite put together enough to realise that he struck, hollow-eyed as he is. Or perhaps you pick up the notebook next to him, which only serves to barely get his attention? Or, do you try something else to snap him out of it?]
APRIL 25TH, AFTERNOON
[Having overcome yesterday's breakdown, Noah can be found in the auditorium with several students. On first glance to outsiders, it looks like he's in a fistfight (uh-oh!) but... upon closer inspection, he seems to be teaching the small group how to fight. More accurately, he's teaching them how to defend themselves. He... probably didn't get teacher permission for that, but it's fine. No one's here to tell him no!
He might have already offered this at the charity auction as a donation, but he's not going to wait to find out if this is okay or not. He's not really understanding this whole auction thing to begin with, it seems.
For someone who doesn't know how to talk to people normally, when he's giving others instructions on how to break out of chokeholds and what to do if they're grabbed from behind, he's extremely clear and not stuttering at all. And... maybe a little morbid, because he very loudly says,]
If you get stabbed, it's not a good idea to yank the knife out. That's keeping the blood in you.
[It's a good tip, in any case, but jeez.
Noah goes on instructing the small group of people. At one point, he grabs one of the volunteer students from behind and holds their wrists (gently) so that they "can't escape" as a demonstration, and asks them what they would do in this situation. Are you the student he grabbed? Or are you the student who's next, the one he's trying to teach to throw a proper punch? Don't tuck your thumb in, remember, you might break it!
Alternatively, if he spots you lingering and watching, he'll invite you to join in with a little nod acknowledging your presence, letting you know that this is just a self-defense course and not to be worried. He hasn't hurt anyone and he's clearly trying to help others avoid future, erm, incidents.]
WILDCARD
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What: A sad but motivated teenage boy Doing His Best
Where: Around the school, specifics in prompts
When: 4/24 and 4/25
Warnings: Mentions/portrayals of PTSD
APRIL 24TH, MORNING
[Noah is conspicuously absent from class this morning, which is actually fairly odd for him; he's learnt that ditching doesn't get him anywhere and surely knows that Clamor will get on his ass about it later. But... he's absent, that's for sure. He isn't seen all morning, in fact. He's not in the art room, he wasn't at his locker before class, and even if you look for him and that distinct silver-blue hair of his you can't see him in the throngs of students in the hallways.
Luckily, he's not dead, but he's not quite fine either. He's curled up between some bookshelves in the library sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the hard wood, knees drawn to his chest and his notebook open at his side like he'd been trying to keep his hands occupied and just couldn't, the pen tossed carelessly between the pages. On the pages themselves are some drawings, things Noah normally draws — black cartoonish cats jumping between the lines on the pages, half-finished portraits of fellow students, a sketch of an interesting-looking sickle, and... another drawing of a man with scribbled-out facial features, the chaotic and scratchy motions of the lines depicting Noah's mental state at the time of drawing.
The page next to that has a half-written note, perhaps a letter, the handwriting nearly impossible to read. The only words that can be clearly deciphered read: "Harque, I miss you."
Despite the silence of the library, one thing is apparent: Noah is crying, the shaking of his shoulders giving that away clearly despite the fact that his hiccupping sobs cannot be heard. Half of his face is buried in one of his hands, and the other is limply draped over the tops of his knees. He doesn't notice anyone approaching for obvious reasons.
Perhaps you poke him or touch him to get his attention, in which case he jumps visibly and blindly swats you away with one very strong swing of his arm, not quite put together enough to realise that he struck, hollow-eyed as he is. Or perhaps you pick up the notebook next to him, which only serves to barely get his attention? Or, do you try something else to snap him out of it?]
APRIL 25TH, AFTERNOON
[Having overcome yesterday's breakdown, Noah can be found in the auditorium with several students. On first glance to outsiders, it looks like he's in a fistfight (uh-oh!) but... upon closer inspection, he seems to be teaching the small group how to fight. More accurately, he's teaching them how to defend themselves. He... probably didn't get teacher permission for that, but it's fine. No one's here to tell him no!
He might have already offered this at the charity auction as a donation, but he's not going to wait to find out if this is okay or not. He's not really understanding this whole auction thing to begin with, it seems.
For someone who doesn't know how to talk to people normally, when he's giving others instructions on how to break out of chokeholds and what to do if they're grabbed from behind, he's extremely clear and not stuttering at all. And... maybe a little morbid, because he very loudly says,]
If you get stabbed, it's not a good idea to yank the knife out. That's keeping the blood in you.
[It's a good tip, in any case, but jeez.
Noah goes on instructing the small group of people. At one point, he grabs one of the volunteer students from behind and holds their wrists (gently) so that they "can't escape" as a demonstration, and asks them what they would do in this situation. Are you the student he grabbed? Or are you the student who's next, the one he's trying to teach to throw a proper punch? Don't tuck your thumb in, remember, you might break it!
Alternatively, if he spots you lingering and watching, he'll invite you to join in with a little nod acknowledging your presence, letting you know that this is just a self-defense course and not to be worried. He hasn't hurt anyone and he's clearly trying to help others avoid future, erm, incidents.]
WILDCARD
[Feel free to hit me up with a prompt of your own making, or message on plurk for plotting at
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the attire's familiar, and even that shade of blue hair is enough to tell komaeda who he's found here all along and using the silence of the library to their advantage. the thing is, komaeda may not be able to hear him, but the position too is something he might have done in his youth — "might," is only because his memories are hazy, but that's because of his illness eating away his memory. instead, he works with the emotions he doesn't really understand, and this feels as negative as anything else komaeda feels —
he could easily ignore noah.
in all honesty, he isn't komaeda's problem.
he's numbed to the idea of being attached to people.
and yet, he finds himself taking a few steps closer to the younger, and he presses his back against the bookcase to slowly slide himself down onto the floor next to noah. komaeda may be one off on sanity, but that doesn't mean he doesn't try for the people around him — he's dysfunctional, but some days he can truly be normal without any consequences. komaeda leans forward trying to see the other's face, but they're hidden by his hands unfortunately, so in response to that the ultimate lucky student raises right hand to settle it atop of noah's head, and he brushes away a few locks of hair to the side despite knowing that won't do anything. at least it's encouraging the other to look and see that someone's here, and if he does, he'll be met with komaeda smiling warmly.
he may be numbed to his own feelings and have a difficult time understanding others, but if there's anything he learned with hinata is that constant reassurance and a smile managed to encourage him. )
not me sobbing over komaeda at 2am couldn't be me
And then there are moments like this that make Noah think it's possible.
He reaches out to strike unconsciously, but the smile reaches his eyes just in time for his arm to drop back down to his side, that sudden bout of absolute fear melting away after a moment's breath. This isn't some hallucination. Those blue eyes of his are wide with shock, the gears turning in his head a mile a minute. And for a moment, a single fleeting second, that white hair of Komaeda's reminds him of his brother, and...
If it weren't for his obviously red cheeks and the tears still gathering at the corners of his eyes, tears he unceremoniously wipes away while he's gazing at Komaeda absolutely dumbfounded, he'd try to deny the fact that he's having a breakdown. Deny it like always, like he's not a person with feelings, like he's not ever moments from falling apart just like he is now. It's easier to live his life pretending rather than face it, after all; everything that happened with the auction, the bodies, the school itself, all of that is enough to force him to shut down. The straw that broke the camel's back.
He's not fine. Nothing is fine or okay anymore, but that statement hurts too much to think about. So, instead of communicating that somehow, Noah forces a smile in return. It doesn't last long, fading almost as soon as it came, but...
He grabs the notebook at his side and, underneath the drawings and the half-finished, illegible letter, writes the simplest thing to show gratitude that he can think of.]
Thanks.
STOP CRYING AT 2AM ok you got me at his brother i had to take a nap on that one
the deaths, the loss, the fact that they're here are all stepladders, and as long as noah continues to climb, it'll be worth it in the end. most people wouldn't expect a child to do that, but, even the ultimate knows that the other is already capable of many things. their discussion in front of the glass body for once, it was there noah left himself open to komaeda's analyzing; that was his chance in getting to noah (know) him — laugh, because i'm crying. this is how he has high standards for the male's hope as they sit here with one another, and even komaeda wants to tell him not to give up.
komaeda firmly believes that, and that's why he runs his fingers gently through noah's hair trying to calm him down. it's difficult for him as well, being in a position where his complicated feelings are being used for what? calming someone does who doesn't understand his — their idea of hope, and yet komaeda doesn't fault him. he can't say that aloud though, and while their words are muted thanks to the mechanic of the library, it doesn't stop him from leaning against noah — almost affectionately — so that he knows he's here. he presses both their heads together on the side as sickly, pale green eyes look around at the bookshelf in front of him.
his eyes follow where noah's hands go, the way he reaches out for his notebook, and how komaeda's eyes glance at the specific doodles and known writing he can't makeout from this angle, until noah finds a clean page. it's one, simple word that means so much to people, and for komaeda... he doesn't see why he needs to be thanked. if his sheepish laugh was audible, it'd be heard by now, but instead he slumps down to put his chin on the male's shoulder as he reaches for the pen. )
You don't have to shoulder it alone.
( komaeda's not the best person to talk to as anyone would claim, but the expression on his face of pure concern speaks volumes. not only that... to show weakness or to admit it to him, that's... a whole different ball park, but when he isn't acting like a freak, he's truly capable of good things. )