#NEUROCHAOS.

" impossible is potential. impossible is temporary. impossible is nothing. " eric sinclair. twenty-five. software engineer. he/him.

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aydendaniels

Ayden’s head titled as the man spoke. His words left her wondering what could be so bad about this meeting that would make being stuck in an elevator so much better. “That’s obvious but the why is not known until now. So late is good because it’s an annoying meeting. Never thought of it that way.” Lucky the building as only four stories? It seemed he didn’t grasp how much damage can be done could be done in such a fall. “How is that lucky? Also what makes what you want more important than what I want? And yet you’re willing to risk my life and the life of my unborn child?” She raised her eyebrows at them man daring him to contradict her. “Yes, I am. In fact I like being early but using the excuse of broken elevator not being good enough is not what I’m worried about. The safety of my child is.” Them being stuck in the elevator was due to issues beyond their control wasn’t lost on Ayden. She only took issue with the fact that this guy was happy about it.

        Well, this escalated quicker than he expected it to. And the girl looked actually and solidly pissed. Eric didn’t find himself at fault; he didn’t mean for his own lack of concern for his responsibilities to be interpreted as a lack of concern’s for others’, but she didn’t seem like she’d welcome defensiveness, so he kept his trap shut and pondered for a quick beat before opening his mouth again. The thought of a pregnant woman dying ran him a tiny bit cold before he cleared his throat and spoke again.

        “You know what, sorry. Genuinely.” He regained his composure and look sincere. “I was kidding, and I don’t think that my life is worth more than yours or your baby’s. Definitely not. So yeah. I’m sorry.” Mentioning his own kid and possibly his past crucible could possibly alleviate his situation and possibly rectify her perspective that he said anything so far out of malice. But the looks he usually received when he mentioned the latter were uncomfortably sympathetic, so while he considered the fact that he didn’t know how long he’d have to subject being stuck in a closed, dark cramped space with someone who was pissed at him, he settled for the less personal de-piss-the-stranger-you’re-stuck-in-an-elevator-with card. “I have a kid of my own.”

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kasee-disalvo

“Do you always talk in riddles because if so, I can tell you right now that we’re not going to be friends.” She blatantly stated, standing her ground while blood began to trickle down her lip again. Kasee licked it away and wiped at it with her finger. A little gross but it did the trick. “For the record, no. It doesn’t.”

        “Who says we have to be? Besides, your definition of riddles and my definitions of riddles is entirely different, so the communication barrier wouldn’t have been too progressive for whatever we could’ve been,” Eric finalized his retort with a faux-wistful tone as a crooked grin quirked at the corner of his lips. Although it probably wasn’t entirely appropriate given the situation at hand. “But, anyway. I don’t have much besides this Kleenex Go Pack, soooooo here you go.” Eric reached out to present the pack of pocket tissues. “I’d recommend antiseptics, but I don’t carry CVS in a fannypack.”

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kasee-disalvo

“Look, I don’t know what you saw or what you’re talking about but I’m fine. Leave me alone, okay? I don’t even know you.”

        Well, I know what I saw, Eric wanted to bite back, but instead shut his mouth while he contemplated how fast she’d speedwalk away if he actually said it. And then he wondered if the situation was worth all the internal dialogue. “Does my current anonymity make you any less... wounded?” He glanced at the girl’s blood-stained lip.

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adrisms

“Are you Yoda? ‘Cause Yodalicious.”

        “I’m being used, aren’t I? Tested? I feel disrespected.”

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rozmeadows

“Perfect for what? An untimely death? Because I saw the movie Devil, things did not work out. Saw Down too - really don’t recommend that one - but guess what? It went badly.” The brunette said in a rush, dark eyes searching for a way out. Roslyn wasn’t afraid of being trapped in an elevator, exactly. But if she were given the choice, this would’ve have ranked pretty low on her list of missing life experiences.

       Without missing a beat, Eric shot back, “Well, It Follows and They Look Like People didn’t have particularly optimistic endings either, but I’m not looking over my shoulder after every hookup or retreating to my basement to listen for conspiracy-fueled survival tips. Go figure." Eric’s eyebrows furrowed in mock-indignation before his expression softening into an amused grin --- not that that mattered when, once again, they were both submerged in darkness. “Besides, this elevator’s janky in general. It’ll take them one hour tops ‘til liberation is within our reach. You prepared?”

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wyattscottr

“To do what? Scare the living daylights out of someone?” Wyatt question curiously. Though he supposed that blackouts where a good test of how resourceful one could be. That being said, he was going to lose his patience over time – as anyone would when they were frustrated without any lights on to make them feel safe. 

        “Sorry if the dark spooks you, but it prevents me from having to attend an extremely boring dinner.” Eric culminated his explanation with an extremely satisfied smile and stuffed his left hand in a jean pocket while fishing out his phone with his left. The illumination of of his emails shone onto his face, and his eyes flitted forward to offer a gaze to the other man. “Got a funeral to attend?”

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aydendaniels

Ayden wasn’t sure what the man meant by prefect but this wasn’t it. She was already late to dinner with her uncle as it was. For a person who’s always early this felt strange and out of place. Being stuck in an elevator just added to the weirdness of it all. “I don’t think I can agree. This dark room could possibly fall at any moment. That doesn’t sit well with me. Though, I can’t help asking how this is prefect?”

        “Oh, the convenience is totally one-sided,” Eric started simply, bluntly, “I’m late for an... annoying meeting.” Parent-teacher conference, but the specifics are irrelevant, especially to a stranger. “It’s one of those situations where I just don’t wanna be there. And if we fall, well --- we’re lucky this building’s only four stories. Though I don’t have the best intuition when it comes to potential injury and...” He trailed off, slightly dramatic as he let the ominous unspoken ending linger. Then he grinned. “You a big person on punctuality or are you so bound to the commitment that a broken elevator doesn’t make a great excuse?”

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rhaellaxwalsh

    “At least you’re starting somewhere, right? It counts though.”

        Eric gestures haphazardly to the blonde’s decadent meal, grinning lightly. “And this is where it ends?”

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        Eric smiled through the darkness, although his grin was purely sardonic and there’s not a point mentioning it anyway since he and his temporary companion was just sunk into the instantaneous, dark aftermath of a blackout. “One dank room is as good as the next, I guess. You know, this might actually be perfect.”

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elijchking

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Elijah said, a phrase that came more like a reflex to him than anything. It’s what he had to say to get people to relax, even though anyone who knew him well knew that his face often looked like this. With a grunt he straightened up, grimacing against the pain smarting away at his face. “Just some dudes got a little too festive, that’s all,” he added, before any questions could be thrown his way. “Has that, uh–,” he gestured in the general direction of the bar just further down the street, “–bar opened yet?” 

        It felt wrong to be a part of this. Well, he was a witness of some... painful aftermath of something wickedly violent at best, but Eric still felt pretty juxtaposition-y with his bright blue pompomed beanie, an extremely puffy parka, and an unbloodied face. But Eric was more cautious than actually frightened, and his natural snarky bravado made a striking appearance as he answered the question at hand, “Uh, why? The local CVS knock you out before you could get some rubbing alcohol? Either way, yeah they’ve opened.” He made no move to offer the man support, because if some faraway assailant is looking to eliminate any loose ends, he’s not putting himself in the spotlight.

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rhaellaxwalsh

    “Yes, you’re eyes don’t deceive you — I am eating the pie out of the tin pan and not on a plate, so sue me okay.” Popping another bite in her mouth.

        “I just started stocking my kitchen with anything more raw than microwave pasta --- so, uh. You’re doing better than me.”

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addiemerlot

“Oh god, no.” Addie groaned while she tried to tear her car door open. She’d locked herself out. With a long string of curses, she sat on the curb and placed her hand over her face. Just when she heard a passerby did she look up, “ You don’t happen to know how to unlock a car…. without the keys, do you?”

        “Like... breaking and entering?” Eric stopped in his tracks, two gloved hands holding hot cocoa and Danish pastries, glancing from the aforementioned car to the blonde woman who was clearly having a shit time given her predicament. He hesitated a touch before opening his mouth to speak; he’s not exactly altruistic by nature, but there was something really sad-looking about people sitting on curbs after 8PM. His shoulders relaxed in a muted sigh, and he adopted a dry but hopefully comforting half-smile. “Not an expert,” he finally said after a beat, “But if you have any idea where to get a coat hanger right now, I can try and... you know. Just --- you know. No promises. I haven’t done this since I was twenty.”

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 lou-taylor

Lou paused in the doorway, a lost expression suddenly overcoming her face. “Annnnnd, I’ve just forgotten what I was coming in here for,” she smiled resignedly, trying to ignore the blush already creeping up her face. 

        Eric looked up and adopted a slightly crooked grin. “You’re here for either the baby wipes or the drugstore conditioner, or... whatever’s beyond Aisle 4. Sound familiar yet?”

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brandonlewis

Annoying Eric was easy and the unlikely pair always seemed to knew how to handle each other. Accept defeat and continue on as if nothing was happening was usually the go-to move. However, Brandon was usually the annoying one and Eric stood by with a grimace and death wish upon (probably) his only real friend. After all, Brandon was the only one to deal with his outrages of him claiming how stupid people were while holding a knife. But come on, he was drunk and Brandon took the knife away.

Looking over the menu, he had an idea of what he wanted already but now he seemed to want everything. He spoke without averting gaze from the list of items. “I told you then and I’ll tell you know: It doesn’t come with a manual. But ocean noises sound fantastic. If she does happen to do that, send her over because I could really use that for when I nap.” The waitress swung by again and Brandon settled for General Tso Chicken because like, the guy died this year and how much more American could he get? 

“So, I’m thinking I won’t get blackout drunk this year. Is it wrong to grab any girl standing next to you and kiss her? Yeah… Yeah, actually, that’s kind of fucked up.” He played out the scene in his head, unaware of any reaction Eric was giving. “I do really want to get laid though. Don’t worry, bud. I’ll make sure to wear a condom.”

        “Yeah, dude --- that’d be pretty fucked up. So I’m... really glad your conscience pulled through,” Eric affirmed faux self-righteously with a slack grin and a nod as he proceeded to grab the squeezy bottle of Sriracha to give his idle hands something to do... just beyond considering pointing the condiment towards Brandon and giving the bottle a good, tight clutch. But he had a feeling that the forced contact might sting. A lot. He put the bottle back in its rightful place with the sesame oil, soy sauce, and plastic chopsticks as the waitress neared their table once again.

        Brandon relayed his order before Eric gave his own --- an iceless glass of water, his beloved cashew chicken, and spring rolls and chowmein in takeout boxes in lieu of a sadder office lunch the next day. The waitress collected their menus and Eric spoke as he watched the waitress make her way into the kitchen. “But back on the ‘getting laid’ front, is this you lamenting for the opportunity or you anticipating how you’re going to spend your New Year’s Eve night? Because as far as memory serves, you haven’t had much trouble on that front.”

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brandonlewis

Without missing a beat, Brandon’s face lit up with pure joy that he could take this moment to immediately annoy his closest friend. “I wish I was a little bit taller! I wish I was a baller. Something, something… Rabbit in a hat.” He jingled off, dancing around Eric, shaking his shoulders in the process. A few people on the street stared at him but Brandon couldn’t find a single fuck to give - he never could. Upon entering the restaurant, he carried on conversation like normal. “Wait, now she’s barking? Last time it was meowing. I kind of liked it. She’s good at it.” Though, Brandon would easily support anything that Illiana did simply because she was a baby version of Eric. That thought in itself warmed his heart. “Dude, she’s fine. She’s peachy keen. She’s a-okay. Don’t worry about it.”

        Eric looked stumped with annoyance as Brandon created a rousing scene around him, making him the centered focus of what looked like an insane, shaky jig. His furrowed eyebrows and sardonic ghost of a frown only reaffirmed anyone’s potential suspicions of Eric’s current level of vexation, and he half-scoffed and briefly shook his head in amusement as Brandon nonchalantly ceased and continued to walk into the restaurant. After years of friendship, Brandon would of course find a way to effectively push his buttons.

        A waitress stopped by and gracefully handed them each a menu. “Well, apparently she can’t decide. I haven’t played Old McDonald’s around her in weeks because I don’t need a petting zoo in my apartment. And that didn’t come in the baby daddy description, although if I play my cards right, maybe she can make ocean sounds for some ambient noise.” A breezy, careful grin immediately makes its way onto Eric’s features to culminate his lightly strange comment, and he only smiled in response to Brandon’s last statement. He’s definitely going be written into his will somewhere.

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lilybrooks

“You’re right, you don’t have to.” Lily spoke, shrugging as she did so. “I won’t bother listing reasons as to why eggnog is gross choice or continue to annoy you, as long as you don’t refer to me as blondie again.” She added, a grin taking over her features. “Probably refreshments, by the way.”

        Eric huffed out a bit of laughter and grinned. “Deal. Though if you’re wrong, you might have to finesse your power of persuasion a little more.” And with that, he quickly ducked out of the conversation before returning with a cup of eggnog. “Whaddya know? The universe loves you.”

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