elias halevi.

a thirty-three year old astroecologist. yes, it's a thing. based in roswell. / penned by yaxche.

[eliashalevi]

.・。.・。.・゜✭・ELIAS HALEVI・✫・゜・。.・。.

oliver jackson-cohen & he/him/ cis man ‷ watch out , elias halevi has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 33 years old and celebrate their birthday on the fourth of september. they are from cold spring, new york, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as an astroecologist. one thing you should know about them is he’s severely claustrophobic‷ 

BASIC STATS

Faceclaim: Oliver Jackson-Cohen Full Name: Elias Efraim Halevi Gender: Cis Man Pronouns: He/Him Birthplace: Cold Spring, New York Current Location: Roswell, New Mexico Age: 33 Race/Ethnicity/Culture: Mixed Race; Egyptian Jewish and White Birthday: September 4, 1989 Zodiac: Virgo Height: 191 cm. / 6’3” Body Type: Lean/Athletic Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Lucy Lemoine (mother), Daniel Halevi (father), Mary Halevi (aunt) Connections: For filled connections, please see here. Romantic Relationship Status: Single Pringle Significant Other: N/A Romantic Experience: He firmly believes he isn’t a great catch and can sometimes be aloof when it comes to seeing what a person needs or is asking for should they not give any obvious indications. In the past, this has garnered him a lot of trouble as he’s often accused of working too much and being there but not necessarily “being there”. He likes to think that he’s learned a thing or two since then, or so he hopes.

SKILLS

Skills: Very handy, can practically fix literally anything; he’s got a green thumb; incredibly intelligent when it comes to astrobiology and astrophysics and ecology but not so much other areas of his life. Occupation/Schooling: Graduated from NYU with a degree in astrophysics and biology, currently works as a freelance astroecologist in Roswell, often hired in by various corporations and agencies. Hobbies: Reading, gardening, tinkering, collecting (he has a collection of coins of several eras and countries, a collection of pine cones from all over the world, and a collection of space rocks accumulated over the years.)

PERSONALITY & CHARACTER

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert. Public speaking, standing in lines, talking on the phone with strangers all makes him very nervous. Strengths: Thoughtful, a creative thinker, considerate, good at sensing what others are feeling Weaknesses: Aloof when it comes to knowing what someone needs or what someone may be hinting at, overly cautious, can display nervous energy from time to time and gets awkward Beliefs/Religion/Affiliations: Ethnically Jewish, doesn’t practice Judaism but is culturally Jewish. Fears: Claustrophobia, commitment (romantically. He would never cheat but finds himself distancing when things get serious), due to his past. Insecurities: His general confidence around his work and intelligence, his lack of romantic expertise, if you will. He’s the furthest thing from your average Casanova. What would he die for? His cat, Henry, and his aunt Mary.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: depression, death, abortion, foster care-ish?, abandonment In general, Elias’ history is very, very trigger-y. I dialed this down some for the group but to sum it up: Elias was born into instability, often hopping from state to state and guardian to guardian as his mother travelled for work. Eventually, she decided she couldn’t care for him anymore and offered him up to his aunt Mary at 14 years of age. Mary has cared for him ever since. He attended NYU, graduates and finds himself working at MAEA (The Manhattan Astrophysics Environmental Agency) until age 28 when he moves to Roswell. He has lived in the Aurora Apartments for give or take five years. You’ll often find him in Out of This World Bookstore, Frazier Woods and Nebula Eatery.

Born to Lucy and Daniel Halevi. His father was unstable at times due to his depression, which he, unfortunately, coped with by drinking heavily. Daniel ends up dying in a car accident after driving drunk, leaving Lucy to care for Elias alone (Elias is 3). At the time she discovered Daniel had died, she had an abortion for the child she’d been carrying because she knew that as a homemaker, there’d be no way she could care for Elias, let alone two children.

Lucy began to work, but found that because she hadn’t any credentials and barely any job experience, she’d either be fired after just two or three months or she wouldn’t be hired at all. Due to this, Lucy and Elias moved from home to home, state to state where Lucy would give him up to various people she’d known. This went on until he reached 14 years of age when Lucy decided she could no longer care for him. Elias settled with his aunt Mary (his father’s sister). This was the last time he’d ever seen or heard from Lucy again.

The main cause of Elias’ commitment issues comes down to the fact that as a child, whenever he’d get close to another guardian, they’d either shun him completely in some form or he’d end up moving again with an entirely new family. He didn’t grow up with a sense of stability and safety, causing him to become somewhat cynical and have trouble being emotionally available to his partners.

The only stability he’s ever known was with his aunt Mary, who he continues to have a very close relationship with. He often labels her as “the only mother he’s ever had.”

After high school, Elias attends NYU, graduates and finds himself as an intern at The Manhattan Astrophysics Environmental Agency while living with Mary in Cold Spring until his early-20s when he finds enough success to go freelance and move out on his own.

At 28, he moves to Roswell and has lived in the Aurora Apartments for give or take five years. You’ll often find him in Out of This World Bookstore, Frazier Woods and Nebula Eatery.

[eliashalevi]

ohaprils​:

              every  word  he  utters  provokes  the  dimpling  of  her  cheeks,  deepened  by  a  smile  that  makes  no  effort  to  conceal  itself  anymore;  the  answer  cements  her  gleeful  suspicions,  oceanic  hues  bouncing  over  his  countenance  with  the  intoxicating  curiosity  —  their  connection  had  purely  been  auditory  until  this  moment,  and  she’s  eager  to  allow  the  other  four  senses  ample  opportunity  to  explore.  “mm,  now  where  have  i  heard  that  before?”  a  question  only  they  had  known  the  answer  to,  but  she’s  keen  to  play  along,  “oh,  absolutely.  undoubtedly.  i  live  in  a  town  chock  full  of  hard  evidence,  and  even  if  i  lived  across  the  world,  i’d  wholeheartedly  believe  that  there’s  something  or  someone  else  in  the  big,  wide  cosmos  waitin’  to  be  discovered.”  it’s  wildly  narcissistic  to  believe  humans  are  the  only  beings  in  all  of  existence  to  ever  take  up  a  fraction  of  the  universe’s  populace,  and  she’s  had  just  enough  wine  tonight  to  spill  her  tongue.  and  despite  their  varying  opinions  on  these  matters,  she  suspects  he  may  very  well  be  the  right  company  for  it.  “kind  of  a  bummer  you’re  heading  out,”  she  hums  airily,  tucking  a  wisp  of  caramel  tresses  behind  her  ear,  “because  i  really  think  you  should  get  a  drink  with  me.”

“And that’s why we do the work we do,” he countered, his eyes worked eagerly across her features, regarding whatever he could under the dim and warm light of the bar. She certainly wasn’t what he pictured, not that he was entirely sure what he pictured but regardless, Elias was pleasantly surprised. He nibbled his lower lip in thought, his mind taking a turn after being entirely set on heading home. He enjoyed their late-night conversations though and something told him sticking around would be well worth it.

“There’re dozens of theories out there about the universe and some are more likely than others, but,” he began, returning to the stool he sat in prior. The bartender came by and with a lift of his hand, he ordered another martini (two olives) before continuing their conversation; “if I tell you there’s a great, big cloud of neon green cosmic dust in the Andromeda galaxy, it has the potential to be true or false. We just don’t know. Can’t go around saying it’s a hard fact. The possibility is there, and if you want to believe in the possibility, then go for it,” he nodded at the bartender, silent gratitude for the drink. “I agree though,” he took a sip, eyes falling to the rim when he placed the glass down again. “And the conspiracy theorist in me thinks we may be more closely related to these lifeforms than we think.” He met her gaze again, “wanna know why I think so?”

[eliashalevi]

ohaprils​:

            april’s  began  compiling  a  list  of  benefits  (  or  consequences,  depending  on  one’s  perspective  )  of  her  upbringing  —  a  wildly  colorful  one  at  that,  surrounded  by  creative  minds  who  refused  to  belittle  her  potential  or  condescend  the  child’s  highly  malleable  mind.  a  bullet  under  the  pro  column  in  that  regard  would  read  taught  me  to  enjoy  my  own  company  and  embrace  the  possibility  of  any  evening  out;  a  bullet  under  the  opposing  category  might  suggest  a  damning  precociousness  that’s  left  april  far  too   comfortable  in  engaging  with  strangers.  both  notions  would  often  intersect  in  the  venn  diagram  of  her  personality,  with  fluctuating  results.  she’s  unsure  of  her  success  rate  in  this  moment,  but  if  he’s  unbothered  by  the  sudden  voyeur,  she’s  willing  to  pull  her  shoulders  into  a  shrug  and  chuckle,  “hey,  just  glad  you  didn’t  shoot  the  messenger,  you  heartbreaker.”  and  she’s  traipsing  off,  though  something  about  the  peculiar  edge  in  his  syllables  linger  in  her  conscience  …  oddly  familiar,  to  the  point  where  she’s  now  waltzing  backwards,  slender  digits  forming  into  a  playful  finger  gun  jotted  in  the  male’s  direction.  a  slow  spark  of  recognition  knits  her  brows  together,  ruby  lips  teasing  a  slight  smile,  “you.”  it’s  ambiguous,  sure,  but  she’s  confident  about  this  one,  aware  that  there’s  only  one  question  capable  of  unearthing  the  truth  in  this  moment,  “before  you  leave,  answer  this  for  me  –  true  or  false:  are  aliens  and  other  extraterrestrial  lifeforms  real?”

Elias huffed, pulling on his jacket, a small smirk curling the corner of his lips at the word heartbreaker. Unfortunately, it was an accurate description. At least, he still thought so, considering he hadn’t been in a serious relationship in ages, purely out of fear that he’d realise he hadn’t changed, as much as he wanted to believe he had. He’d almost been about to leave when suddenly, he heard her mutter a single pronoun. He turned, brows cinched in her direction, an off-kilter grin now replacing the smirk and it was only at her question that a sense of familiarity roused in him. “There’s a possibility,” he answered simply, taking a step in her direction. “But there’s no hard evidence to indicate it being fact,” then he smiled, “you.”

[eliashalevi]

strikercannon​:

location: walker airforce base

with: closed with @eliashalevi​​

if you told me that striker cannon was up to no good i’d have no reason not to believe you , for no matter where he was , who he was with or what he was doing , he was doing it badly . that day was no exception as he whistled an indecipherable tune to himself , slipping packs of chewing gum and cigarette cartons up his sleeves and down the front of his pants as he whirled through the town’s liquor store . it was clear from the square-shaped bulge in his jeans that he wasn’t just excited to see the security guard when he left ; the stocky male on the door took one look at the tall , gangly lowlife and broke into a run , with scratching walkie-talkies barking a physical description — male , old enough to know better , pelting from the store with smokes flying from the open ankles of his clothing , decorating the floor like some criminal hansel or gretel . his run was a zig-zag , weaving between parked cars and back streets , leaping over gates and fences with no regard to where they led , an olympic performance for a man on the wrong side of forty . perhaps he should have read the warning signs but , even if he had , would he have listened ?? i’ll give you three guesses . his legs speeding quicker than his body could catch up with striker flung himself against the wire fences of the airforce base , somewhere he knew nobody would follow . eyes burned into his back and he turned , gaze blown , waving frantically to the bystander in the darkness , “ hey , you , bright eyes — you mind gi’ing me a leg up ?? “

His car had stalled just several kilometres from the auto shop. He’d been meaning to get it fixed for ages but work, it seemed, always came first until it just started…well, stopping. If he drove anywhere under fifteen miles an hour, the car would roll to a slow halt. And it did just that under the incredibly bright and scorching sun of New Mexico. So he walked and walked until he spotted something – or no, wait – someone with flailing arms rushing across the scene in front of him, only to call out for Elias as soon as he reached the fence. Who the hell had been chasing him anyway? He couldn’t see anyone.

“I’m s–” he started, brows cinched, turning to realise it had in fact been Elias the man was talking to. There was no way in hell this would end well. “Sorry but I’m actually on my way to –” he heard shouting, two guards making their way towards not only the stranger but Elias himself as if he had anything to do with this. 

And in a moment of absolute panic, he bolted towards the man and reached for his foot, lifting him as high as he could before climbing the fence himself – thankful that this time his height served a purpose. “Why the hell are they chasing me now?” He shouted, running towards a derelict building. “What’d you do?! Did you –” he took a single, studied look at the man’s body. “Fuck. You stole something?? What’d you steal?? Can’t you just give it back?!”

[eliashalevi]

poppydupont​:

            Practically running down the stairs, Poppy heard both the door bell and her phone. However, the thing was that she was stuck in her closet trying to decide which clothes would she donate to charity.. therefore she kind of lost track of time. Silly, of course, but she left her phone downstairs and when she got downstairs finally, it took her same time. “Eli!” Breathlessly she greeted her friend after opening her front door. “How long have you been waiting? I’m sorry, I was upstairs, but you could have just entered in, you know? Anyway,” Poppy waved it off as she moved to the side so he could enter her home. “Is that a bag with burger, fries and strawberry shake by any means? You’re such a life saver.” Not that she was starving because that would be an understatement, but she had a feeling she could eat ten burgers and it still wouldn’t be enough. Even more so, today was her first day back at the hospital. It was as if she had never left and yet everything had changed. Some of the people who were both interns and residents with her, were now gone, while there was a lot of new faces. “You know how it goes, Eli, mi casa e su casa,” Poppy reminded him as she was leading them to her kitchen. Her schedule was crazy and now it would be even crazier, but she was more than glad to see one of her favorite people in the world. “What do you want drink? Coffee? Juice? I hope I’ve got some juice,” she laughed as they entered into her big white kitchen with the kitchen island dominating the room. “Anyway, how are you?”

“I don’t know,” he made his way inside, “maybe an hour…two hours. Somethin’ like that,” he grinned, letting her know he’d been joking. Anyway, there was absolutely no way Elias would wait outside her house for even ten minutes, let alone an hour. “And yeah, I would’ve entered if the door wasn’t locked. I forgot where you kept the spare key…so, my fault I guess,” he paused at her question, “yep; your usual,” and made his way into the kitchen behind her.

“I’ll take some wine or something if you have that instead,” he removed the olive green hoodie he’d been wearing, hanging it off the back of a nearby stool, still not entirely used to the grandeur of her home, particularly compared to his; particularly compared to the fact that it was just her. Was it ever lonely? “Anyway, yeah, I’m alright. Work’s been a little slow so, been trying to find ways to fill my time. How about you? How’re you holding up?”

[eliashalevi]

dianafms​:

                                                she  couldn’t  catch  a  break,  could  she  ?  running  from  the  day  she  learned  how  to,  diana  ran  from  her  mother’s  trailer;  from  bouncy  haired  and  old  money  kids  in  her  class,  to  running  into  relationships  before  quickly  bolting  once  more.  it  was  always  her  being  the  first  to  run,  but  standing  across  from  diana  in  a  tight  space,  was  the  man  that  proved  otherwise.  what  a  bittersweet  taste  that  was. 

immediate  worry  washes  over  diana’s  features.  lines  were  drawn  with  missed  time  and  diana  was  weary  about  it,  how  much  history  weighed  upon  two  sets  of  shoulders.  “  we’re  going  to  be  okay.   ”  soft-spoken  and  reassured.  being  caught  in  an  elevator  with  an  ex  was  a  first,  but  it  was  a  first  they’ll  both  survive  through.  “  the  universe  must  be  havin’  a  ball  with  this  one.  ”  

moving  towards  the  set  of  buttons,  diana  gingerly  pressed  the  emergency  call  button  repeatedly.  “  hi.  ”  her  voice  hummed  in  her  chest,  rattling  amongst  her  fast  beating  heart.  lips  pursed  as  diana  debated  on  her  answer.  new  york  had  become  a  chance  to pretend  to  be  someone  entirely  new.  roswell  was  just  one  bad  dream  that  she  grew  out  of,  and  now,  she  was  back  reliving  it.  “  were.  was.  isn’t  it  all  just  relative  ?  ”  she  tried  to  joke,  hues  focused  on  the  elevator  as  she  pressed  the  button  again.  “  but  i-  uh,  grew  up  -  and  now  temporarily  live  -  here.  ”  

eyes  fell  back  upon  elias.  he  certainly  hasn’t  changed  much  between  then  and  now,  somehow  looking  just  how  diana  remembered  him;  tall  figure,  kind  features,  a  walking  gentle  giant.  a  curl  of  wistful  smile  grew  from  the  corner  of  her  lips.  “  i  could  say  the  same  ‘bout  you.  this  is  where  you’ve  been  all  this  time  ?  ”

Why couldn’t he have just taken the stairs anyway? What could they have been doing that he couldn’t just sneak past whatever it was? Surely, they weren’t crumbling, probably just a paint job. Never again, he told himself, he’d never take an elevator again. His eyes couldn’t help but wander about Diana’s features as she took the reigns in their little debacle. Always one to take charge, always the independent one. He used to love that about her. There were a dozen things he loved about her, a long time ago.

He realised he’d been staring, and quickly pulled himself out of the reverie he found himself in, only to look at her again when he noted the word temporarily. Why did that sting? Why’d it make him feel like complete and utter shit? I left her, he thought, it should sting. I deserve it.

“Right, yeah, you grew up here,” he bypassed the temporarily entirely. He nodded, attempting his best to exhale the breath he’d been holding since he entered the elevator. “Yeah, uh…sorta kinda. I moved here a few years ago. Before that,” after I left you, he should’ve said. “I was living in several states here and there. For work. Lots of travelling.” He cleared his throat. “I’m freelance now though, and just haven’t moved out of Roswell. So...yeah. Anyway,” he paused, “…why temporarily?”

[eliashalevi]

ofcannon​:

       hospital made mickey cannon queasy. when you were a cannon, you went to hospital to be born and to die. everything else, they’d solve at home, splints fashioned from a wooden spoon and the strip of an old pair of trousers, home-brewed maladies of crushed up painkillers mixed into a shot glass of whiskey. mickey had gotten a particularly nasty gash down his forearm at friday night’s brawl — nothing he wasn’t used to, being an active member of roswell’s notorious underground fight club — but selena had made him promise to get it checked out, and he found it hard to say no to her. “sure thing, boss,” mickey noted, gruffly, his coarse thumb obediently pushing against the round button that signalled the ground floor. foot tapping against his worn out boot soles, mickey fished a cigarette from his pocket and slid it between his lips, oblivious to the ‘no smoking inside’ sign, or the fact that it was a hospital. “y’mind if i light up…?” as the doors of the elevator drew closed, he fished in the pocket of his combat pants for a lighter. “i been in the waiting room a damn near three hour.”

“Uh…” Elias turned to the man beside him, spotting the No Smoking sign just above his head. At this point, he could care less who did what, when and where. He just wanted out as quickly as possible. “Sure, yeah, no, be my guest.” A haggard sigh left him and as much as he wanted to just remain quiet for the next minute or so until the elevator safely reached ground level, he figured a bit of chatting might be distraction enough. “The hospital’ll do that to you,” a beat. “Three hours is pretty long though…mind if I ask what happened?”

[eliashalevi]

wyliefms​:

wylie fyfe was no stranger roswell community medical, and these days it felt like she was there almost every single day. between physical therapy appointments and regular check-ins, the blonde could be seen entering the building more often than not. she knew the place like the back of her hand, navigating blindly as she turned corner after corner and pressed elevator buttons like it was her job. she wanted to take the stairs, wanted to hear her feet climbing one after the other as a means of clearing her head, but that simply wasn’t an option. she kept in her memory the way her doctor shot her a dirty look the last time she’d come out of the stairwell, and that was enough to deter her. stepping inside the confined space took place without a thought, finger pressing her desired button and allowing her to sink against the wall for a moment.

there was a dull ache in her back as she watched those numbers climb slowly, her hand moving to massage gently at the sore spot but dropping the moment the doors opened. wylie shuffled off to the side to allow more room for the male, a tight-lipped smile tugging on her lips in response to his request for the ground floor. however, when the doors closed and the elevator didn’t move, her eyebrows tugged together, clearly in confusion. “that’s not…” her voice was soft as she spoke, more buttons pushed before she felt what could only be described as a halt, the whole elevator seemingly groaning at them. “houston, we have a problem…”

Okay…okay…he told himself as soon as he felt the elevator come to a full stop. It wasn’t falling, walls weren’t closing in (yet), it just wasn’t…moving. At all. He felt his heart begin to race, beating louder in his ears. He tried to take a deep breath, the air getting stuck somewhere in his chest as he exhaled what he could; “this can’t be happening,” the words left him quietly, speaking mostly to himself. He shifted his weight as he leaned over, index finger pressing random numbers until eventually reaching the one hosting a small red circle: In Case of Emergency.

“Are you also not a fan of elevators?” Elias turned to look at the woman beside him. She didn’t look terrified, but maybe she was trying her best to keep a straight face just as he was. “It’s not the elevator itself for me, exactly. It’s more the fact that it’s…small. And cramped,” he chewed on his lower lip, “and uh, no windows.”

[eliashalevi]

closed for: @poppydupont​ location: poppy’s place

Pulling up and through the gates of Moonbeam felt like he’d been being watched from just about every window surrounding him. Or maybe it was the fact that it was worlds away in terms of tidiness and well-kept lawns than where he lived. He’d been making enough to afford a home here, but didn’t find any reason to. Moonbeam Gardens was where you moved to when you had a family, wasn’t it? No need for a single, far-too-opinionated astroecologist to wander about. Unless of course, he’d been bringing Poppy her usual from the cafe; a strawberry shake, fries and a burger.

He parked his car in the driveway, making his way up the stairs to her home just shortly after before ringing the bell. And when five or so minutes went by, he wondered if she’d even been home. 5:17 P.M., read his phone. He was sure she said after five, or at least, almost sure of it. Dialing her number, it rang just once before Elias had been greeted by her voicemail: “Hey, I’m out front with the food. Wanna let me in? Unless…you’re not home? Pretty sure I remember you saying after five,” a beat, “anyway, I’ll just be here another few minutes, give me a call or...you know, answer the door or something before your neighbours start getting suspicious, please, thanks.”

[eliashalevi]

jadenlapointe​:

roswell community medical was jaden’s second home . whether he was scheduled for checkups , prosthetic fittings or physical therapy he was often spending time within those clinical walls . now that he had a young child they were there even more frequently — there should have been a revolving door fitted solely for the lapointes . this time the male’s visit was for himself ; over the last few days his socket had been chafing the end of his cropped leg and , given his rather colourful medical history , it was safer to be checked out by the professionals than sit on a potential problem ( and suffer the consequences later down the line ) . lunging to hold the door for the other , a dimpled smile was offered to elias before his finger pressed against the glowing green ‘ G ‘ . a beat of silence , before he spoke over the tinny instrumental of coldplay bleeding through elevator speakers . 

“ did i hear razzles ?? i have contacts at cosmic candy , if you’re looking for special requests . all i ask is that you show me what colour your tongue is after you suck on one , “ a pearled grin split his lips ; present company was unfamiliar , which was a strange concept when the majority of the orthopaedics team knew jaden lapointe by looks alone . it was a wonder they bothered with paperwork . “ razzle red , right ?? “ 

Elias’ brow furrowed just slightly; he heard him mention the razzles? Was he on the opposite side of the curtain? He could tell the guy was clearly just trying to make conversation but all Elias could think about was the fact that it felt like the walls around him were distinctly caving in. If he were in a more logical state, he’d realise this wasn’t the case at all but he couldn’t help the anxiety at the thought of it.

“Yeah, right,” a small grin formed against the corner of his lips. “Emma, the girl I take care of, she’s obsessed with them,” safe and sound, he told himself as the elevator continued to move. He cleared his throat. “I promised her I’d bring her a box. W-What’s uh, what was it? Cosmic Candy? Is that a store here in Roswell? Never heard of it.”

[eliashalevi]

ranchmanu​:

hospitals made manu’s insides twitch. not in the good way like the thrilling feeling a hungover left on him but in the ‘these-halls-might-as-well-be-haunted’ way— reason why he never went inside that damned building unless he had to & conventionally enough, falling off his horse that same morning had left him with an open wound to his head, which, unluckily for him, had to be treated by someone that wasn’t seeing double & wouldn’t poke his eye with a needle on accident.

he was quick to enter the emergency room, get the stitches done by some kind nurse that had patiently dealt with his whining & step into the elevator to head back into the comfort of his truck— that is, after taking a detour on the first floor. he is leaning against the wall to the right, making the elevator feel less cramped with a hand pressing an ice pack to the bruised side of his face— right over the fresh stitches. man, it stinged.

when the other male steps inside, he shifts on his feet. “ hmph, ” he manages a friendly smile as he leans forward to press the button to ground level, silence surrounding them soon after— & then the lights blink & the cabin trembles enough to make him hold onto the walls. “ ay, cabrón— ” he gasps a curse, looking around the confined space, approaching the doors & knocking on them. as if anyone could hear them. “ uh— we’re gonna be fine. yeah. might reach ground level faster if this shit trembles again, ” a lighthearted joke, head tilting to one side. “ kiddin’. this isn’t the first time this ‘s happened… i swear this place is haunted or something. ”

His heart catapulted to the confines of his throat as soon as he felt the elevator quake. “Shit–” he gulped, his words in unison with whatever it was the man before him said, his hand meeting the wall to his right. Judging by how quickly he knocked on the doors, Elias wondered if he’d been claustrophobic as well. Or maybe he just had a fear of elevators. Either way, this was precisely the situation Elias had wanted to avoid. Fate was an asshole, apparently.

“Uh, yeah,” he laughed nervously, his throat tightening, palms beginning to perspire. Haunted? Not likely. Walls closing in? Absolutely. “So, uh, I have this fear of tight spaces and um,” he gulped. “Yeah this is a bit of a nightmare for me. I mean at this point, if I faint, then I faint, right? Would save me from having a full-blown panic attack I guess. So, yeah, if I faint,” he shook a hand to signal nonchalance. “Just leave me there.”

[eliashalevi]

brooktumanday​:

location: out of this world bookstore ( old library section )

open to anyone! ( no need to match length. )

brook’s pretty sure he could just post some sort of mobile game or energy drink advert on his socials and get a bit of cash. but his elders don’t like the idea of him relying on his band and shifts at his aunt’s store for income. no, he needs to build his résumé even further, for a stable and practical job in the future.

summer is barely here in roswell. he’s juggling all this with his bachelor’s program too. yet they pushed him to at least volunteer for something. so here he is at this library, volunteering as an assistant. it’s harder than he thought. for one, he’s a member of a freaking rock band. the young man is used to LOUD shit. it’s kind of torture for him to be in a place where everyone needs to be very quiet. he tries to be as charming and friendly as he can be, though, as he talks to someone who may need his help. “hi, do you need any assistance?”

Hearing the offer of help, Elias tucked his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. He placed the hefty stack of books he’d been carrying down onto the counter, a weary smile falling across his lips. “Yeah, uh, so I looked in the actual bookstore for a copy of The Planetary and Stellar Worlds; A Popular Exposition of the Great Discoveries and Theories of Modern Astronomy, in a Series of Ten Lectures,” a beat, “by…hold on,” he removed his phone again, scrolling past a few of his notes to find the author’s name. “Mitchel, O.M.” His smile grows, albeit a bit crooked, awkward. “Yeah, it’s from the mid-nineteenth century. I figured maybe the library section would have a copy?”

[eliashalevi]

dianafms​:

                                                there  was  something  about  hospitals  that  made  diana  feel  hopeless,  a  sterile  void  that  didn’t  encourage  a  happy  ending.  palms  itched  with  nervy  energy,  diana  couldn’t  wait  to  get  out  of  the  place.  she  was  only  there  to  stop  by  and  grab  some  old  cards  and  notes  left  in  her  mother’s  room,  leave  just  as  quickly  as  she  entered.  there  were  unfinished  papers  and  full  boxes  that  needed  to  be  unpacked.  but  knowing  her,  all  of  it  will  be  ignored.  a  sliver  of  hope  for  new  york  to  call  her  back  to  be  close. 

the  elevator  was  suffocating  enough  as  it  was.  petite  body  clinging  to  the  side  as  weary  hands  gripped  the  manila  folder  full  of  cards.  it  was  a  surprise  her  mother  had  known  so  many  people,  let  alone  enough  to  bother  with  cards.  did  the  woman  she  grown  so  fiercely  to  resent  live  another  life  ?  was  she  not  enough  to  be  apart  of  it  ?  eyes  stayed  glued  towards  the  ground  as  the  elevator  opened  its  door,  giving  a  silent  nod  as  she  pressed  the  button.  

perhaps  it  was  the  accent  that  caught  diana’s  ghost  of  a  smile,  or  how  soft  the  voice  was.  but,  “  it’s  funny,  ”  diana  spoke  aloud,  unsure  if  she  entirely  caught  the  attention  of  the  other.  the  hum  of  elevator  filling  the  air  in  between,  “  and  maybe  it’s  because  i’m  so  use  to  be  surrounded  by  new  yorkers,  but  you  sound  like-  ”

words  fell  as  the  walls  around  them  came  to  a  sudden  halt,  interrupting  diana’s  train  of  thought.  brown  hues  flickered  upwards  and  around,  searching  to  see  what  had  happened.  eyebrows  knitted  together  as  her  body  fell  into  something  of  a  state  of  shock  and  immediate  recognition  of  the  other,  how  did  it  take  her  so  long  ?  diana’s  heart  fastens  as  the  truth  begins  to  swell  in  her  chest.  a  walking  joke  to  the  universe,  all  she  can  do  is  meet  elias’  gaze,  keep  a  reassured  face  for  the  both  of  them  ━   “  oh,  right.  it’s  just  a  short  circuit  thing,  we’ll  be  okay.  ”

It happened. His worst nightmare. Exactly what he’d always feared since age twelve – getting stuck in an elevator. A small, cramped elevator with no windows, no escape, oxygen might even be running low already. He swallowed hard, having heard the woman mention something about his accent. And in a weird, out of place sort of way, he thought for just a moment, that his accent definitely wasn’t your typical New York one…or was it? He was from Cold Spring, which was more generic New England, but maybe he did have an accent? Or at least –

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of her, his throat tightening. Fucking…fantastic. Not only was he stuck in a death box but he was stuck here with her. Her of all people in Roswell. What was she doing here anyway? Wasn’t she in New York? Wasn’t she some famed journalist in the city now? Not that he’d stalked her socials the past ten or so years.

“N-No,” it wasn’t what he wanted to say. “No, we’re not going to be okay,” he felt the elevator jolt, his hands coming to grip along the bar to his right. “Shit, uh…this is not good.” It’s strange how you don’t see someone for nearly a decade (or was it a decade?) and as soon as you’re both thrown into unexpected (and terrifying) circumstances, all’s forgotten. Temporarily, at least. He leaned his back against the wall of the elevator, gulping and forcing himself to take long and slow breaths. “Hi. Uh, w-what…what brings you to Roswell? I thought you were in New York?”

[eliashalevi]

to: anyone location: roswell community medical

Elias thanked the nurse, turning to give Emma a hug goodbye for the afternoon. “Take care of yourself,” he smiled, making his way to the door of her room. “I’ll be by again tomorrow morning and bring you those Razzles you like.” “Oh my god, you were able to find them?” “Oh definitely, Starlight has all those ancient candy brands.” “Retro,” Emma grinned, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Retro, right. Yeah, see you tomorrow, kid.” With a grin, he waved a hand and made his way out into the desolate hall of the hospital, heading right and turning a corner before finding himself facing a sign against the stairwell doors: Stairs Closed, Please Use Elevator. And just like that, his heart began to race. It’d been, what? Seven? Eight years, since he last took an elevator? Typically, he avoided anything less than two metres in width but how the hell else would he get down now? 

“Okay,” he breathed, his voice quiet as the doors opened with a ding. It’s just a ten-second trip. One floor. Not a big deal. It’ll go by in a flash. He stepped inside, not noticing the other person in the elevator in the slightest, his mind only going into a minor panic as the doors slid shut in front of him. It wasn’t until he heard soft shuffling that he spoke, “um, ground level, please.”

[eliashalevi]

xaviermitchell​:

open to all

location: starlight supermarket 

Honestly, he had gotten lost in the cereal aisle. It was time for a change from his rice krispies. Xavier was staring so long at all the cereal, that he zoned out for a moment, overwhelmed by all of the choices. The Cookie Crisps looked good but he never had them before, same with the Reese’s Puffs. He grabbed both of them, putting one in each hand respectively and turned towards the nearest person. “So would you go with the Cookies or the Reese’s?” He questioned, holding up the boxes. “Or neither? I’m pretty open.” 

“Okay, okay, let’s see,” he spotted the cereal aisle, taking a quick peek at the list of groceries in his hand: almond milk, baking chocolate, eggs and something called cereal clusters. “Cereal clusters? What the hell –?” He didn’t even realise he’d actually made his way into the aisle until he heard someone ask him a question. For a second, Eli only looked at the boxes, until a grin eased its way along his features. “Wow, Cookie Crisps. I haven’t seen these in forever,” he made his way to where the man stood, pulling out another box of the cereal. “Wow, these bring back so many memories,” – not all good, exactly – “definitely the Cookie Crisps. For sure. I mean, I love peanut butter,” he placed the box back, “but yeah, the Cookie Crisps. Actually –” Elias chuckled lightly, “since we’re on the topic. You think you could help me figure out what the hell cereal clusters means?”

[eliashalevi]

ohaprils​:

open  to  :  anyone location  :  anywhere.

             “hey,  so  not  to  be  a  nosey  nancy  or  anything,  but  that  silver  fox  in  the  corner  over  there  has  been  very  boldly  checking  you  out  for  the  last  twenty  minutes,”  april  offers  coyly,  attempting  subtlety  as  she  nods  at  nearby  voyeur.  “you  could  be  their  long  lost  relative  and  they’ve  come  to  offer  you  millions  ——  or  they’re  building  the  courage  to  ask  you  for  a  drink.  not  a  bad  thursday  night  either  way  if  you  ask  me.”

He found an empty stool at the bar, giving up his booth when it was clear to him that his friend wouldn’t show up…for the eleventh time. Yes, he was keeping count. It wouldn’t have been like him not to. Anyway, didn’t matter. He could hardly count this guy a friend anyway. They’d just met a few weeks ago at a convention, scientists, and for once, Elias felt he could perhaps make friends – an incredibly foreign concept for anyone over the age of twenty-five.

His expectation had been this: sit at the bar, order a martini (two olives), ponder all of the reasons why he even moved to Roswell in the first place and then head home. Nowhere in his expectation did this fit in; a woman hoping to hook him up with a silver fox, as she put it. With furrowed brows, Elias turned to face cupid. “I’m…sorry?” He looked over at the elder in question. “Uh, yeah, hopefully it’s the first, anyway, doesn’t matter. I’m on my way out.”

[mancandykings]

Oliver Jackson-Cohen as Alec Bailey in The Healer (2016) dir. Paco Arango