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Michael B. Jordan in Creed (dir. Ryan Coogler, 2015)
& ‘ damon - - -
Of course the last fucking straw had to be satan him self. No way he could have all the fuckery happen without seeing the devil god himself above with the ugliest smile plastered over his ugly dumb face. One of the devil spawn usually hanging around Kris probably sent him to find him and drag him back to Nearcey and bury him or set him on fire. Noah was the punch line for a joke he had absolutely no interest in listening to.
Blinking as he woke up a little more, he tried to wipe off whatever slop the asshole tipped onto his head. Damon really didn’t understand what Kris saw in him. He grimaced as he pulled himself up knee deep in other people’s trash. Noah must be having a field day, and one look at his face told him he wasn’t wrong, in fact he bet the asshole would call the whole Guard over to see him in a dumpster if it meant he got to torture Damon a little more. Asshole.
“Careful what you say, shit dick, I’m having a awful day and I don’t think you want to get on my bad side– Actually, I don’t think you could get any worse, don’t open your mouth.” Managing to get his footing, he grabbed onto the side of the dumpster, ready to climb out. “Move.”
Damon godsdamned motherfucking CRAZY AS HELL Ivers. Noah should have slammed the lid shut and padlocked, but he’d yet to pass up an opportunity to piss the other man off. Damon was a ticking time bomb set to explode, and Noah only hoped that when he did, HE would be the only one around to be struck by shrapnel. And maybe that was why he needled him like he did; in hopes of setting him off before someone else did.
That and the fact that he FUCKING HATED HIM, of course.
Noah snorted at that. “I think you’re having more than an awful day,” he replied, hoping that his retort didn’t go over that dense head of his. Damon Ivers was having an awful fucking life - - not just day. Noah planted his feet into the ground, his hands gripping the sides of the dumpster in refusal of his command. He looked at Damon with narrowed eyes, silently daring him to DO SOMETHING about it. “In fact, I think you should just STAY in here. Blend right in, right along with all the other pieces of shit.”
& ‘ brooks - - -
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It was one face he did not really want to see all evening. And yet the was here. Well, if he was able to take Damon every day, he could take a few minutes of Noah aswell.
“Lost something — or someone?”
He asked out of sheer need to express concern and interest, although none of it was real. But Brooks rather avoided conflicts than state his opinions on this particular man. They were still both members of the Scarlet Guard and needed to stick together when it came to other people they actually cared about.
Noah was about as far from a fan of Brooks as you could get without crossing into rival territory. He and the girls had attempted to recruit the man to get Kristine away from Damon, and he’d outright refused them. Brooks had his reasons, Noah knew, but those didn’t matter. In the eldest Oliver’s mind, Brooks had all but given Damon the ammunition for his GUN.
Noah narrowed his eyes at the man, crossing his arms across his chest as he turned to him. “Seen Matt? Or Rach?” He asked, his tone flat and filled to the brim with things unsaid. ––– “K r i s t i n e?”
& ‘ kristine - - -
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Although many of the Silvers she’d met, she could categorise as ‘not AS BAD as expected’, the children were actually fun. There weren’t many children around Naercey and Kris hadn’t had much time to give them anyway. But here, she had nothing else to do and was finding the kids far more open, and ready to laugh, than their adult counterparts.
Of course she resented them, a bit. They had a childhood she’d never been allowed; never went to bed hungry, had shoes to wear in the winter, they laughed, they played - but far stronger than any resentment was a sense of happiness for them. Just because she hadn’t been given a childhood, that didn’t mean nobody else deserved it - and she couldn’t resent them for being born under lucky stars. She let one of the kids ride on her back, and found a smooth plank of wood on which to make smoke hurricanes. It made them laugh, and it gave Kris a feeling of goodness. There was no moral ambiguity here, and no battles to fight: she’d simply made some kids happy, and that made HER happy. Looking up, she met Noah’s gaze; one of her best friends, a man that had seen her at her worst and not judged her even for a moment, they often found themselves in the same place. Drawn together, like a stone that is tossed in the air is drawn to the ground.
Saying her goodbyes to the group of giggling children, Kris bounded up to Noah and slipped a comfortable arm around his waist. “Maybe I can’t make stuff fly with my mind ‘n shit, but their kids thought I was pretty cool,”. She grinned up at him, hoping he wouldn’t ask if she was okay. Between Noah, Andy, Adri, Aurora, Brooks, and countless others, Kris had been asked if she was okay more in the last month than she has in her entire life before. And it wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate it, but they couldn’t spend all their time worrying about HER, when there were so many more pressing matters in their war-ridden world.
There was something in the genetic makeup of Kristine and Noah that tied them together - it made them move in unison, caused them to predict each others moves on the field before they were made. Their connection was obvious, even to the most deluded of sorts; it was why they’d been paired up together on raids, and it was why Damon Ivers had lost his goddamn mind.
Noah had no regrets, of course. Kristine made the choice to leave that fucking LUNATIC all on her own, and if Damon wanted to warp everything in that goddamn thick head of his and turn Noah into the enemy, so be it. At least Kris was free of him, and safe. And that was what Noah had always wanted, from the beginning; he and Andy and Adri.
The solider wasn’t surprised when he stumbled onto Kris, and he was even less surprised to see her blowing smoke onto a board, doing that trick that she always did. “Showoff,” he murmured, his lips curling up into an amused smirk and his arms crossing across his chest as he settled in to enjoy the show. Noah had never really picked up smoking in the Stilts, always straying from it in hopes to keep Matt away from the habit, but he’d developed a small routine of his own ( consisting of bumming smokes off of of her ) since he’d started hanging around the girl. He’d never been fond of the burn or the smell, but he’d come to associate both of those things with Kris, and thus, had grown to ENJOY them.
He clapped when her show was done, his smirk turning into an easy grin at the sound of the bubbling, giggling children bounding away. “I’d pay to be a fly on that fuckin’ wall when they get home smellin’ like Reds and smoke,” he commented offhandedly, slipping an easy arm around her shoulders. “Those tricks are worn out to them,” he explained, his tone light. “See a guy make shit fly with his mind since you’re a kid, I imagine it gets pretty fuckin’ old.” He squeezed his arm around her and placed a friendly peck atop her head before letting her go, a dangerous grin taking the place of his friendly one. “We’re the cool kids now, Kris.”
Noah knew little about Rachel’s time at the Choke, and he’d never pressed it. He’d asked her once, what it was like, and the far off ( almost DEAD ) look in her eyes was enough to prompt him to never broach the subject again. In Noah’s mind, it didn’t matter. She was away from it now, and they were together again, as they were always meant to be. It was time for her to H E A L, and move on from the war that she was apart of, and the last thing he wanted was for her to continue to relive it.
He, of course, had no idea that she’d fallen into the arms, and found comfort in that of another, and for now ignorance was truly BLISS.
He and Rachel split up around 20 minutes ago, her running off to the face paint booth and a brief PINKY PROMISE to buy the best food she could with the coins she earned. Now, Noah was wandering around rather aimlessly. Matt was off Gods knew where ( probably with Garnet, ) and no other familiar faces were in sight. Fucking fantastic.
He came to a stop in front of some stand, his eyes squinting as he struggled to make out the words. He’d attended school until the accident; until he started to support Matthew, refusing to let his brother leave at such a young age. He could read, just not very well. He grabbed the first person near him, rather frustrated that he had to ask for help.
––––– “Hey, man. Mind telling me what that says?” & @claudprovos
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The attendance at the Carnival was diverse, to say the least, but it was easy to tell what group each person belonged to. The Silvers wore lavish garb, undoubtedly worth more coins than Noah and Matthew had ever had thrown together. Their hair was washed, cleaned, and styled into what Noah could only assume was in-style, even though he thought that majority of them looked fucking ridiculous. The Reds were just as easy to spot with their worn-down and tattered clothing, even though Noah knew well enough to know that they were likely wearing the best outfit that they had.
( With this, the Silvers and Reds standing together, so obviously divided, Noah almost wanted to fight with the Guard. A l m o s t. )
There was a girl that stood out, though, with flowers weaved into her hair and petals dropping behind her like she was out of some sort of fucking fairytale. ( He thought, absently, that Matthew would have fallen in love with her on the spot. ) He spotted a familiar flower in her bouquet and approached her easily, his feet carrying him forward with ease ( as they often did when he thought of her smile, and being the one to put it there. ) He gestured to the yellow sunflowers in the girls grasp, hand already digging into his pocket to pull out the few coins he had. “How much for those?”
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The dart flew from his fingers with precision, the balloon in the center of the target giving a satisfying ‘POP’ on impact. He picked up a second dart listlessly, rolling it between his index finger and thumb as if to examine the weight of it before allowing it to leave his grasp. This time, however, there was no pop, only a hand on his shoulder to shock him out of concentration.
“I fuckin’ had that, man,” Noah shot out accusingly as he turned to face the culprit. He could practically smell the familiar metallic rust from the older man’s arm. “Aren’t you supposed to be encouraging this shit? ‘S like target practice, only I get a prize for kicking ass,” he said, holding his hand out to snatch the odd toy from the vendor. He held it up, demonstrating it to Leon. “See this shit? It’s called POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT.”
&. ‘ @leonoverton
Noah walked the carnival grounds like a solider; his head high, his muscles tight ( at the ready, ) his spine STRAIGHT and his shoulders back. He was tuned into everything around him. He was hyper-aware of all of the bodies around him; where exactly they were located and what they were doing, if they too were readying for a fight. He’d already mentally mapped out several exits, of which he would escape to with Matthew and Rachel in tow. He was convinced that there was only one way this night would end, with the Guard and Silvers thrown together as they were, and he was just as uninterested in joining in on that fight as he’d always been.
He was scouting out another exit route when he saw the man: he was clearly a Silver, that much was certain from the clothes he wore alone, but that was just about the only thing that spoke of Gods. He wore glasses despite the fact that the moon was hanging high in the sky by now, and he swung a cane in front of him as he walked. Was this motherfucker BLIND?
Noah watched as a silver tetrarch fell from the man’s pocket, clattering to the floor amongst a sea of ignorant Silver’s. His instinct was to snatch it up; slip it into his pocket and be on his merry way, but the last shred of decency that the eldest Oliver had held him back. He GROANED as he propelled forward, snatching the silver coin up and catching up to the blind man easily. He muttered something, rather angrily, under his breath along the lines of ‘a blind fucking silver what sort of goddamn joke,’ before he tapped Kieran on the shoulder. “Hey, man, you dropped this back there,” he slid the tetrarch into the palm of the man’s hand, feeling like even more of a fucking idiot as he did so. Like the Silver would have even MISSED the crown...
& ‘ @ofskonosblood
There was only one thing the Guard was good for in his mind: starting wars that they could never finish. Just about every single member was unhinged when it came to Silvers, and putting them in the same mile radius of some was akin to unleashing RABID dogs. There was no possible way that this night would end peacefully, and the entire idea of it was goddamn stupid.
What was especially goddamn stupid was letting DAMON goddamn fucking IVERS anywhere NEAR this. Unless it was some sort of roundabout excuse to have him captured by the Silvers and then have a sniper send a bullet into his skull, Noah saw no possible way for his presence here to end well.
( In all fairness, Noah saw no possible way for his life in general to end well, but that was an argument for another day. )
The eldest Oliver was tipping open the lid of the dumpster to dispose of his garbage when familiar eyes looked up to meet his. He laughed, an amused and patronizing grin on his lips as he sent the trash into the bin anyway, right over top of Damon’s head. “Finally found somewhere you belong, Ivers.”
&. ‘ @damonivers
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“ ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS? ” –– because he’s sure as shit not.
He hovered closely next to Rachel ( hands at the ready to catch her if she stumbled ) with Matt on her other side, as they had done since she’d arrived in Naercey; unwilling to let her out of his sight for more than five minutes time. He still wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t just up and disappear, that she wasn’t some mirage he’d dreamed up from sheer force of will.
He, for one, had opted for them all to stay back in Naercey, attempting to bribe them both with how quiet the ruined city would be and promise of endless ice cream from the kitchen. He wasn’t convinced that Rachel had only wanted to go because she knew Matthew would, and above that, knew that Noah wouldn’t let him out of his sight just as much as he wouldn’t let her. If he wasn’t so goddamn nervous the idea of them banning together like they used to would have brought a nostalgic smile to his lips.
as it was, he was goddamn FUCKING nervous.
“ We should go back, guys. Really. I don’t got a good feeling about this. ”
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