Does It Matter

Chuck Levi | 15 | Atlas Theater |

[chuckxlevi]

@tearsbehindhazeleyes

Lungs burning, as he sucked in breath after breath. Wasting precious air. His chest raising and falling too fast. Legs moving on their own accord, as if they knew that if they stopped, they’d stop once and for all. The groans behind him seemed constant now, as if his ears were filled with just that one sound of the groaning undead. Why they groaned? He didn’t know. He just knew they did and that he’d like to make them stop forever. Yet, he couldn’t. All he could do was run. And run he did. Sadly. For Chuck was never one to break a swea- was that sweat?! That was it. He was done. He’d been running for what felt like forever and still the undead following him hadn’t even made a sign of slowing down. He couldn’t out run them, he couldn’t lose them so his only option was.. hide from them.

Ducking into the first building he saw, an old café. He made his way to the storage room. It seemed free of walkers. So he quickly closed the door behind him and let himself slide down against it. Coughing as he tried to catch his breath. He might as well be dying, even though in reality he hadn’t ran that far. Chuck was just.. not used to it.

[chuckxlevi]

tearsbehindhazeleyes

The thing about having two awkward, quiet people sharing a table was that there would forever be an air of awkwardness around them, though she did manage a little chuckle at his attempt at a joke. It was funny. “I guess I’m more on edge than everyone else because I was pretty on edge before all of this.” She didn’t seem to mind, or even really notice, his stutters, her smile genuine and relieved when he agreed to join her. Watching as he sat, she lowered her eyes back to the page before realising that he was just sitting there, and instead she just closed her book around her book marks and turned her attention back to him.

What was she supposed to say? Charlie had never really been what one would call a conversationalist, but if they were going to share the space, she might as well. Besides, they were housemates, they should at least be acquainted. “Would you like a cookie? I spend a lot of time in the kitchen and I live to bake.” Reaching down into her bag, she pulled out a small tin from which she removed to the lid, setting it between them. “They’re what I call my comfort cookies. I worked out a recipe with an essence of amortentia, so that they taste like whatever your favourite flavour is.”

Lost in his own thoughts he was brought back to reality when he heard her book close. Was she leaving? Was he bothering her already? It must have been his breathing.. Without thinking about it he held his breath. At the word cookie his head snapped up. Slightly embarrassed by his own eagerness, he nodded. Watching carefully as she pulled out the tin. He took one out while he listened to her talking. Without even swallowing he exclaimed suddenly. “These are amazing!” Standing up he took a second bite and a third. Devouring the cookie like there was no tomorrow. “Holy s-sh-shit.” He stared at a second cookie he had taken out of the tin. Amazed as if it was the Sorcerers stone it self. “You could m-m-make a fort-tune with these.” Chuck turned to face her, suddenly realizing how silly he must look. Getting this excited over food.

[chuckxlevi]

tearsbehindhazeleyes

For a long moment there wasn’t really any response, Charlie just starting to scold herself for her silliness and paranoia, when finally another student came into view. She recognised him right away, for the tiny girl knew the faces of every person in her house, even if she wasn’t acquainted with all of them. Looking over at him as he lifted a hand and gave her a rather odd smile that came for more than a little unpractised, Charlie gave him a smile and returned his small wave. “Chuck, right? I’m Charlie.”

Setting her book marks into her books, she made sure they also marked her place so she wouldn’t have to struggle to find it when she returned to what she was doing. “I thought for sure that I was losing my mind there for a second, guess I’m just a little on edge.” Shrugging, a bit as she chewed on her cheek, her eyes dropped back down to the book in front of her, it was only for a moment before she looking back at him, pale cheeks flushing with light colour, a little ashamed of the request she was going to make. “Would you.. maybe.. wanna sit with me? It might be nice to not be in here alone.”

And there it was. The talking. The socializing. The energy and air wasted. He gave her nod and a look that said ‘I know who you are’. Even though he hadn’t known her name a second ago. The boy stood, a little uneasy. Never quite knowing how to act around others. He gave her a small chuckle, or something like it, because that was what she thought she wanted from him. And then it accrued to him that he should probably sympathize. He wasn’t placed in Hufflepuff for just his sweet tooth after all. “Ev-v-veryone is o-on edge, but th-th-there’s only one l-l-losing their m-m-m-m-mind.” Trying not to act bothered by his own speech, he rubbed his elbow and tried that smile of his again.

At her words he looked at her. Brown eyes starting back at him, a soft pinkish colour on her cheeks. Chuck swallowed. Then nodded, frowning as he pulled out a chair across from her. Well.. this was as good a place as any. He laid his head on the table after he’d crossed his arms in front of him. Was he supposed to ask something? Like what she thought of the whole situation now? Or did he have to be quiet because she was reading? What was he supposed to do?!

[tearsbehindhazeleyes]

As far as she’d been aware she was alone in the library, and since she’d been facing the door and hadn’t seen anyone else come on, the small Hufflepuff was caught off guard when she heard movements along the stacks. Pausing as she turned from her potions book, ears turned towards the sounds. Maybe she was just hearing things, or it was the librarian? Shaking her head and returning to the recipe she was working on, though this time she knew she heard someone moving around back there. Forever shy and timid, little Charlie couldn’t help but feel her stomach leap into her throat. She was a Muggleborn and that alone made her nervous these days. She couldn’t help but feel like a target. “….Hello?”

[chuckxlevi]

He normally wouldn’t be in the library. Until a few months ago he didn’t even know they had one. Normally he’d stay in his room, where it was quiet. Where he didn’t have to do anything. Normally. But unfortunately his roommates had decided it was not a normal day. And they were making an awful lot of noise in their dorm. So Chuck had decided to conserve his energy in the library, where it was quiet, hopefully.

He had noticed her as soon as he’d entered. He knew her, she was two years above him.. same house. Not that he had cared to remember her name, he recognized her face.. somewhat. That and the tie gave her away. Though he had continued doing his thing, whatever it may be, as quietly as possible. There was no need for a conversation if she wouldn’t see him. It appeared he’d slipped up though as soon her soft voice echoed through the room. Chuck sighed, running a hand through his hair as he made an effort to come out of the shadows he was lurking in. Trying to smile, which might appear just slightly creepy as he wasn’t used to doing so, he raised his hand as he approached the girl and- waved.

[bcrserkr-blog]

Reckless--

“He- HEY!” The man barked out, lunging forward to grab the kids wrist and yank her hand back out of the reach of the baby Chimaera that was pacing back and forth in the large pen it was kept in. Though it was still young, it was already the size of a mountain lion. Blue eyes narrowing fiercely down at the girl, he gave her a little shake. “You want your hand bitten off? What part of that looks like it wants to play?” He asked, his voice low and reprimanding as he released the girl’s hand and pointed toward the agitated chimaera. It wasn’t hostile, but all of the attention was making it growl and pace, snarling at the group of kids surrounding it’s pen. “This is a class, it isn’t a petting zoo.” Thank god the class was about to end. It was half loud raucous kids and half arrogant stuck up ones talking about how their father could buy ten chimaeras over. After shooting the girl one more glare, the large man cleared his throat loudly. “Any questions?”

[chuckxlevi]

When there was no reply at the males question, the students slowly turned away.

Chuck who’d been coincidentally standing in the front was just about to head back to his dorm when a cute Slytherin girl held out her foot. The boy wasn’t fast enough to respond and with a gentle push of the girl he stumbled forward. Too late in catching himself he landed on his face, stretched out with both his arms and nose through the bars of the pen. The girl gave him a quick glance before skipping away to laugh about him with her friends. It had happened so fast Chuck couldn’t grasp what had exactly occurred and just kept still for a moment.

[chuckxlevi]

will-kamaka

As much as Will hated going outside, he had to force himself into the habit. There was no other way to get over it and sometimes he was reminded why he should go outside more often. Like this damn kid falling asleep in a patch of grass as three of those groaning shitheads were coming closer. “Fuck,” he sighed pulling out his machete. A few quick swings later, most of them sans heads now, he approached the teen. Still asleep in the grass and didn’t even notice the fight happening less than a hundred yards away. Unbelievable. Kid must have narcolepsy or some shit to sleep through that.

“Hey, kid.” he said tapping his boot against the boy’s shoulder. “Not the best place ever to fall asleep.”

It had seemed the undead had even invaded his dreams. Their groans so audible they seemed real. At a nudge on his shoulder he shot awake. Sitting up he looked around, seeing the creatures sans head not too far away from him. It was then that he noticed the pair of feet beside him. Slowly he followed them up to look at the man, whom appeared to have saved him. Chuck ran a hand over his face, before running it through his hair. Getting to his feet, he nodded at the male. Nudging his head toward the undead on the ground. “Th-T-Thanks.” For saving me. But he tried to keep his words to a minimum, as always.

[movieprincess1998]

[chuckxlevi]

He’d just finished his night patrol. The air was just starting to get warmer, a cool breeze messing up his hair. And just for a few minutes he would sit down in the grass. Just for a few minutes he would watch the sun rise, lay down, close his eyes. Just for a few minutes..

The boy had fallen into a gentle slumber unaware of the undead catching his scent. And slowly closing in.

[unsavant]

[kirayukimurasource]

[deadsculs]

Today was one of the very rare days that he had slept past sunrise and had an entire day of being at the Atlas. Of course, it was the result of an injury, a gash from a car door along his hip that hurt to bend. Gwen had told him at least one day of no activity or else he would tear his stitches. Already he was bored, so he was doing the sane thing to do when he couldn’t do anything else- drink. He had woken up only an hour ago but an hour before drinking was better than some days back in New York and Chicago. Finished pouring he heard someone entering the room, so he held out the bottle. “Want some?”

[chuckxlevi]

He’d just finished his patrol shift. Chuck wasn’t much of a talker and certainly not a morning person. So when he entered the room, he was almost annoyed by the presence of the other. Wrinkling his nose as he shook his head. No, no alcohol. Not this early. He would have said it, if he didn’t dislike talking so much. Instead he pored himself a glass of water, sat down at the table and leaned his head on his arms, which he crossed before him on the table. He let out a deep sigh.

[chuckxlevi]

opalmadisons  

“I don’t think anyone has the guts to try and takeover so soon after the New Wave killed our last dictators,” She said thoughtfully. “Well, at least I hope they don’t. I sort of think Cheyenne needs some time to free-fall.”

“I’m not sure about you, but I thought I’d come to make sure no fights broke out over the fall of the token system. Though, it doesn’t seem like anyone has the energy for that just yet.”

“Hm.. yes.. I agree.” Chuck mumbled.

“Ah.. I’d help.., b-but you know how imp-portant conserving energy is. Hopefully m-more people will share th-this opinion now.”

[chuckxlevi]

gwendolynmaclaine  

“Uh, excuse me, what?” It wasn’t the awkward stammer that concerned her, it was the nervousness she felt in having a stranger approach her with everything going on. And then to mention her son. Gwen’s paranoia on the matter had her feeling jumpy and suspicious. Particularly when it came to her family.

“Oh…yeah, well, they can certainly be that way.” She smoothed Dougie’s hair protectively, holding him tighter. “How old is yours?”

“I’ve got t-two actually. They’re.. supposed to b-be here s-s-somewhere..” Chuck looked around, when he didn’t spot them he shrugged. He knew they’d be with their mother. “They’re eight.” He finally answered.

[chuckxlevi]

oonasayer

She doesn’t know why she asked. Just that she did. “I don’t know… It’s kind of…  บ้า… out there.”

“Oh..that.”  Chuck almost sounded relieved, quickly putting the comic books in his backpack. “Yeah.. it‘s. How d-do you feel about it?”

[godrixhollow]

#chuck + cupcakes + curls = a winning combo

[chuckxlevi]

opalmadisons:

“I’m sure,” Opal reassured her co-worker, “They’re gone, Chuck. We don’t need to be scared anymore.”

She looked back at him, giving him a small smile as their customer passed him to get to the tokens. “There are a lot of things I’m uncertain about now, but this isn’t one of them.”

“Really? Aren’t we just all w-waiting for someone t-t-to take over?” Chuck wondered aloud. “Not that I m-m-mind this. What are we even d-doing here? They’ll help themselves.”

[chuckxlevi]

gwendolynmaclaine  

Gwen turned quickly at the voice. She’d seen the man around town, but did not have much familiarity with him further than that. Squeezing Dougie tightly to her chest, she looked him over. “Hello.” Shifting Dougie’s weight on her hip to better support him, she continued. “I’m sorry, I’m Gwen. Can I help you with something?”

“Oh.. I was just.. adm-m-miring your kid.” Chuck admitted with a smile. “I remember mine at th-that age.. grown up to b-be real pain in the-.. well you know.” He joked, snorting a little at his own humor.