sometimes, i panic!

noah santos. 24. front desk guy at the desert inn. totally calm and collected. you did not hear me screaming when the worm rain came.

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frcyaxsvmner‌:

“Okay… but is it safe to be outside right now?” Freya questioned the cop over her phone as her daughter continued to pull and tug on her hand in attempted to escape and run straight for the park across the street. She had been hearing more and more stories about these quakes and while she thought taking Elise to the park would be a nice after nap activity, she was starting to regret it, and wonder if she should’ve kept them in their apartment. And of course the cop didn’t give her anything to work with, so with a short huff she hung up the phone. “They can’t actually think they can handle whatever is going on, do they?” She asked, to no one in particular.

“It would....definitely suck if they couldn’t handle what’s out there. That thing is apparently huge?” This was mostly Noah’s fears talking; the quakes, and then the rumors had fed into his fears pretty darn well. If his fear could be visualised, it would be the marshmallow man from Ghostbusters. “They’ll....figure it out, I’m sure. No other options but that.”

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athenahowards‌:

“Don’t you just love that there’s absolutely NO service in this damn town? First, the damn worms and now my cell is acting up.”

“I’m...more worried about the giant worm in our backyard than my cell service, which is...yep, not there right now. Like it’s been for a bit.”

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aidenfitzgerald‌:

“You mean to say I’m not good looking? Damn, man— I’d be hurt if I didn’t think my cooking is that good.” Aiden turned away from the oven and set the heavy roasting pan on top of the closest countertop. As he reached toward a nearby shelf, he finally answered, “Chicken. Keep your paws off it, though. It still needs a finishing touch.”

“Hey man, you’re a feast for the eyes, but I’m hungry and not a cannibal, so.” Noah pursed his lips, craning to look at the contents of the roasting pan. “God, that looks so fucking good, I could dig in, finishing touch or not. Reminds me of my Nana’s chicken. She used to make it so mouth watering, and spicy, it brought people to tears. She’d call it made with love, but we all know it was all the damn chillies from her garden. I wonder if I could grow a chilli garden here...” 

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winonarios‌:

Her eye roll was already beginning before he could even finish his first sentence. “Mhm.” She glanced down at the food she was carrying to take back to the kitchen after some random visitor in town complained about it not being their order. “Don’t know. You’ll have to ask the chef what he cooks because all I do here is wait on people and bring out wrong orders. It’s a hobby of mine, truly.”

“I’m sure that’s not true! I’d eat that, and compliments to the chef. He makes something drab look so good. I peeped at the ingredients in the kitchen once, and I still don’t get how they come out looking like that.” Noah pointed at the dish. “People need to enunciate better.” 

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penstuart‌:

“If you can name them it implies that you own them, do you have a giant worm hidden somewhere? If so, I’m an FBI agent and need immediate access.” Pen’s thoughts went elsewhere for a moment, wondering if it was possible to befriend a worm and if they liked cookies or not. One day she’d find out. “What’s Ricky and Morty?”

“I don’t...I would never own a giant worm. I don’t like worms of any shape or size, unless they’re in a glass case and a foot away from me. Are you really an agent? Because I think I have one unpaid parking ticket, and I don’t know if that counts as a felony.” Noah shrugged, sitting down beside the girl. “It’s a cartoon series about a science asshole and his nephew. It’s cool. Lots of butt jokes.” 

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penstuart‌:

“I was thinking,” she started after the noise of pitter patter had reached through her earbuds in between a song, “do you think they have names? Our worms, y’know like — ‘don’t start with me today, Susan. I had a long day terrorising the upstairs people.’” 

“I’d definitely name them something like Gregory. Or Shrekle. Dunno why I just said Shrekles. I’m sure that’s a Ricky and Morty reference. God I miss that show. Man, I wanna watch cartoons now.”

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“So...what’s cooking, good looking? I mean, I’m just asking because that looks really good and I’m a curious guy. Got the nose of a bloodhound, if you know what I mean!”

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ALBERTO ROSENDE // have you seen NOAH SANTOS around town? We’re trying to make sure they’re still in town, especially with everything that’s been happening lately. HE is a TWENTY FOUR year old MALE. currently residing in Perfection Valley, but they’re originally from AUSTIN, TEXAS. they are best known for being a FRONT DESK AT THE DESERT INN, and i hear they’re pretty FUNNY yet also PANICKY at times; i hope they continue to survive. (mousse, 19, gmt+1, she/hers)

So some fun facts about Noah; he is a funny kinda dude. A real class clown, and uses laughter to mask pretty much any kind of panic within himself.

He grew up in Austin, to an investment banker dad and a mommy blogger mom. But it was a loving household, as loving as it could get with people and their careers. 

He was soon followed by a sister, who he loves to death and would probably die for. 

When Noah was about eight, he was diagnosed with ADHD. While it wasn’t the worst case scenario, it explained his dropping grades and wandering attention. He’s been on medication ever since then. 

Noah Santos is also a funnyman; jokes get to him faster than words. He’s also kinda sensitive; scream at him, and he’ll cry about it for an hour. 

He moved to Perfection Valley after dropping out of college (how he even managed to get in was a miracle. His GPA + SAT scores??? a fucking miracle). It was the only thing left to do after being such a disappointment? 

But he’s here now and he likes the place, but there’s just something to be said about the people here, and also...the monsters here.