eyes wide open.

noah kim. agent carbon. twenty-five.

[carbonkim]

date. june ninth  time. 10pm closed ( @agentfvlcon )

     The party was in full swing around him, people dancing and talking and drinking like they didn’t have a care in the world. It was the kind of controlled chaos so many people thrived on, but Noah found himself lingering on the fringes, not quite involved but not quite ignored either. The drink in his hand was supposed to be some sort of punch, but all Noah could taste was the vodka. He’d been looking for a friendly face for a while, some he felt comfortable going up to in his slightly inebriated state and was happy to spot Cole across the room. 

     He made his way through the crowd, only bumping into someone once before coming to a stop in front of the other boy, a too wide smile on his face. “You looked a little lonely over here all by yourself, and rumor has it that I’m great company drunk.”

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JACK.

>://accessing location data… COMMON AREA, JUNE 09TH, LATE EVENING  >://accessing personnel data… @carbonkim

By that point in the evening, Jack was thoroughly intoxicated, the few shots he pounded back at the beginning of the party combined with seemingly impossible to empty mixed drink spelled nothing but trouble. It probably didn’t help that Jack was more than a lightweight too. Bumping into someone was inevitable, despite trying to cling to the wall for some sense of supporting. Practically falling into said persons arms, the slight change in balance sending Jack down towards the floor almost immediately. He’d recognize that dark hair anywhere, even while completely wasted. 

“Help I’ve fallen and I can’t get up,” Jack said, giggling all the while. “Noah, Noah— you should be my life alert. Make my heart go pew pew like, that was supposed to be explode-y noises.” The whole situation was more than mildly embarrassing, but Jack couldn’t bring himself to care. It was nice to feel something other than paralyzing fear. “Get it? Because you make stuff explode and you’re cute.”

     If you asked Noah he wouldn’t be able to tell you what chain of events lead him to the common room party. In college be barely attended parties, choosing instead so spend his time on a variety of activities he deemed more worth his time. But he’d been at Hudson a month and hadn’t made any real bonds with any of his peers, and nothing was better for bonding than alcohol induced bad decisions. 

     He’d kept mostly to the walls, trying to avoid getting in anyone’s way while nursing an optimistically named mixed drink, his plan clearly didn’t work, judging by his armful of a very drunk Jack. “You’re a sound effects pro, Jack.” Noah said with a laugh barely loud enough to be heard over the crows, his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink. “I think you’ve had more to drink than you realize. Maybe you should sit down for a bit.”

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INGRID.

>> :// DATE: JUNE 6TH, LATE

>> :// LOCATION: INDOOR GYM

          Ingrid knew she was far from the best at endurance running, but at lest she was willing to train for it. She pushed herself to go another lap on the track, trying so hard to ignore all the other students who would have breezed by. Practice was what mattered, improvement, showing dedication. And if she ran enough then she would fall asleep as soon her head hit the pillow. It was a half-notion that she’d need to be able to run long distances in the immediate future. Maybe there one too many spy movies stuck in her head, thoughts of people turning through twisted alleys, only able to keep one step ahead. But she was probably over-exaggerating, mind racing to the worst possible scenario. As long as it improved her time, there wasn’t much else to say.

          The run left her out of breath and sweating, hair falling out of the ponytail that she’d hoped would last. And of course, some one was standing near her. Maybe they weren’t staring, but she’d definitely seen them glance over once or twice, and she wasn’t going to ignore them- that only spelled trouble later on. Had more people been around she might have been inclined to try and think of something rude, something witty, something memorable, but with the gym emptied out she figured she could just try and start a conversation. It couldn’t last very long, could it. “I’m waiting for the day they announce we’re doing the pacer test. Which is so middle school, but…” She took a sip from her water bottle, smile trying to force its way onto her face. “I wouldn’t put it past them.”

        Physical activity was something Noah had successfully avoided for a majority of his life. In the past he’d considered it a good thing, but after a month of seeing the difference between his abilities and everyone else’s he’d come to the realization that maybe it hadn’t been so great after all. The decision to put his free time towards improving his fitness level was one hard fought against his own mind, but Noah knew it couldn’t hurt to put in a little extra practice, especially not when everyone else was leaps and bounds ahead of him

        Noah only got around the gym a few times before he felt like his legs were on fire, and he all but collapsed on the floor by his water bottle. He used the wall to keep himself standing, and took a big gulp. Briefly he considered dumping some over his head, but he was pretty sure getting the floor wet would be frowned upon. Ingrid looked as tired as he felt so he offered her a polite smile as she spoke. “The pacer test.” He murmured, pretending to shudder. “I want to leave all of middle school in the past but that’s the one thing I really don’t want to think about. Let’s hope they’re not that cruel to us.”

[the100daily]

  Christopher Larkin at San Diego Comic Con (source)