#elijah 001

[tempestaslokni]

Location: The Cruise Ship (lower levels) Status: closed for @elijahbell It was undeniable, the bungalows were nice, but if Lokni wanted cameras up his ass he'd have gotten a colonoscopy. He wanted to get a little more "off the grid." He'd still work with the others of course, maybe hunting and gathering what he could find in the wilderness of the island and sharing it with the small community that seemed to be forming. He wanted to get along with everyone and didn't want any trouble, but at the same time, he was a man who valued privacy. With cameras all over the place, he was constantly restless. He needed a space to clear his head and figure out a way off of this island and back home. First things first, he was going to need supplies. Finding salvageable items on the ship was rough going. Most of the safer floors had been picked clean- like the carcass of some great beast, gnawed down to the marrow by scavengers. That left Lokni with the only logical conclusion: he had to go deeper. Even now as he gazed down at the dark water, barely lit by the few doors that were ajar in the hall, he still was conflicted as to whether or not this was the "right" choice. Before he could talk himself out of it, he took off his shirt, boots (and socks of course you heathen), and emptied his pockets of anything that would get damaged by water, tucking them down into the boots and scooting them up next to the wall. Unfortunately, his hunting knife wouldn't be spared this luxury. He didn't know if he'd need it or not, but he sure as hell hoped that he wouldn't. The metal ladder rungs were cool to the touch, a strange contrast to the heat and humidity of the air. He descended, lowering his body into the water. It was colder than he would've liked, but need would always trump comfort. So there he was, up to his waist in brackish water. He was about to tread into one of the open cabins when he heard the sound of water splashing a ways from down the hall. Instinctually, Lokni froze, his knife in his hand in an instant. "Is someone there?" he called out into the darkness.

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @elijahbell location: bungallows

They provided a place for all of them to stay - and really, while others were confused about the existence of the bungallows, the feast, everything around them, for Darcy all of it made perfect sense. They just all got out of a simulation - the work wasn't there, there were clearly more stages that they didn't fully understand, but the next stage wasn't about whether they can find a place to stay or whether they'd survive in the wild.

Something else was coming, until then they were provided for.

But just because it made all the sense in the world for her, it didn't mean Darcy didn't want to take a look at them. They were pretty general for the most part and only had what covered their basic needs, but Darcy wasn't complaining. There was a kitchen in them, actual kitchen with working stoves and all, its own bathroom!, and a full bedroom. She could make this work, easy.

She was checking out one of the bedroom, thinking about how all of them would divide the bungalows up between them and didn't realize somebody else decided to check out the same one, so as she headed out of the bedroom, she actually jumped a bit out of momentary fear, reaching for the first thing she could get her hands on to throw at the man (an alarm clock on top of the storage space).

Thankfully, she didn't actually throw the alarm and a moment later her brain caught up to what was going on. She held her free hand to her chest, letting out a small chuckle. "Sorry, didn't hear you come in, I thought I was--" Sentence cut short when she properly looked at the man in front of her, recognizing him, and not just from the simulation's television. "Elijah?"

[praveenaezhil-archive]

where: auror training rooms when: late May who: Praveena & @elijah-nott​

Praveena liked to keep an eye on the auror trainees, always on the lookout for the ones who needed a little extra guidance, the ones like her. It was what her father had done when he was an auror. She’d started helping with the Stealth & Tracking training a few years ago; it was one of the more involved courses that ran the full three years of the program so it gave her a good chance to get to know the recruits. Usually they were just kids, fresh out of Hogwarts with a head full of dreams and hearts full of righteousness, but this year she’d been surprised to see a familiar name on the newest roster.

Elijah Nott was decidedly a part of Praveena’s past, the before time when her parents had still been alive. They’d been engaged, in that weird, arranged, pureblood sort of way, and it had been an amicable match. He hadn’t taken it too seriously, and Praveena was never doodling Mrs. Elijah Nott in the margins of her notes, but they’d gotten along well. That had ended at the same time as everything else, when her parents were assassinated. Praveena had struggled to build a life for herself after her parents’ death. It wasn’t everything she wanted it to be but it was hers, and she didn’t like the thought of a ghost from her past invading it. She didn’t want his presence dredging up things she’d long since set aside.

So even though she’d been dreading seeing Elijah again, part of Praveena was relieved when he was the first to arrive at her first lesson with his cohort. At least they could have a few minutes to talk, set some boundaries, maybe clear the air if needed. “So. This is a new career path for you.” She crossed her arms then uncrossed them, trying not to look as aggressive and on edge as she felt.

[writingwithbex]

@warmandstill

Knocking the ashes from his fag with a flick of his thumb, Edgar surveyed the mid-afternoon bustle with keen eyes. It was a nice day and people were out in number to enjoy what sunlight managed to break through the scattered clouds. Seated at a wrought iron table at a corner café, he nursed a cuppa over a copy of the Prophet, the news within calling for a smoke. Merlin, he hated this war. 

Movement out of the corner of his eye shifted his gaze onto an approaching figure. The corner of Edgar’s mouth twitched as he exhaled twin plumes of smoke through his nostrils as he nodded a wordless welcome at his brother. Once he was near enough for a proper greeting, Edgar said, “You’re late.” He wasn’t, he just enjoyed pestering his siblings.

[hanging-shadow]

“i almost wish you’d fall” she could bet that the woman with the silver hair who’d watched them walk out of the grocery store would have scowled had she heard the sentence that had just come out of the young black boy’s mouth. the wish that she’d stumble and fall from her tight rope walk along the ledge of the library’s high walk, down onto the broken and cracked sidewalk. instead, it was a remark that made the slightest quirk happen to the corner of avey’s mouth. of course, he wished that. “sorry to disappoint you, babe” the lightest sigh dropped between them as he hung his head, the silver chain around his neck catching the light as she stared at him. “you kill me miss vee.” pressing the pads of her fingertips against her lips she blew him a kiss. the best she could do. “one day you’re gonna let me do it, you know. one day.” he wished. maybe one day she wouldn’t know that the gentlemen that rang them out at the market would go home to find out that his wife’s lung cancer had returned. or that the woman they’d passed on the bus had just come from a doctor’s appointment confirming that the child she and her husband had spent both of their retirement funds on was no more. maybe one day she wouldn’t know things that would cause him to feel the pain of the universe. “think here’s good?” the streetlights gave the darkened street a little bit of light as she stopped her steps and pointed in the direction of the old parking lot. the church was pretty much abandoned. it had been for as long as avelyn could remember walking past it. “i don’t think anyone even remembers it exists squeak. good’a place as any.” hopping off of the ledge and landing perfectly on her feet she watched as he shook his head again, brief disappointment. “gimmie the goods” she motioned as he once again shook his head at her antics and yet held the plastic bag out for her anyway. “get on the ground mr. anders” a cheeky smile came out with her command and he shook his head at her one final time before flipping his hood up and laying down on the hard cement. “you’re so weird squeak.” he should have known by now that that was a compliment. throwing a glance at him over her shoulder she watched him settle himself, the way his eyes closed so peacefully, how everything just faded into nothing. she’d gotten so caught up in watching the simplicity of his actions she’d almost forgotten what she was doing. lifting the plastic box to her mouth, she bit at the seal, pulling the wrapper off till the cover came loose as well, a puff of powder from the factory floating up into her face for a moment as she drank in the fresh colors. this was always more fun for her than anyone else could understand. the way that it felt to break in a new container of chalk, how it felt to mix the colors, to break what was once perfect. the way the colors bled together on the sidewalk. she pulled the light blue chalk first, rolling the stick between both hands as she turned back to find him watching her, enamored. she hated it sometimes. the way that she could see just how badly he wished that he could reach out to her, to sweep the blonde waves from her eyes, or rest his palm against her cheek. she felt all of that, nowhere near on the level he would have felt her pain if he actually took the chance to do it. that just wasn’t a price that she was willing for either one of them to actually pay. the chalk dragged against the pavement, the crisp scraping sound filling her ears as she carefully outlined him, her hand lingering as close to his outline as she could get without skin making any contact with his body, a mere pause where the hoody road up to reveal the dark skin underneath it. silence took over the small area as she concentrated on her movements until she reached his head again, as she connected the lines their eyes met, chocolate into mocha. the only thing she wanted was to learn in, to press her lips against his. instead, white teeth bit down harder on a plump bottom lip, “alright lijah, your turn.” his inhale of breath told her that once again he felt the exact same way she did, had the same wants as her. they stood their ground from one another, lingering for a bit longer as they switched places. “i’m using yellow” he broke their silence, a distraction, as she laid down on the ground, making herself comfortable within his traced lines, fingers walking carefully against the pebbled ground as eyes shut and for the moment she gave herself the illusion that the traced mark was his hand, that she could actually lace her fingers through elijah’s. “You always use yellow.” “that’s because you’re sunshine to me.” heart tugged in her chest for a moment with the ache to reach out to him. he started at the top of her head and she closed her eyes, avoiding his gaze. it wasn’t until she felt it, for a fraction of a second the warmth that spread through her as he bumped her jaw with his finger, the elimination of all pain that made her exhale worries. she lowered a glare at him for the move only to be met with his perfect smile. her glare all too quickly failed and turned to horror as a cloudy image hazed over her gaze. the scene played out in her minds eye and she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop it before it happened. instead, she could only brace as a car door a little ways away gave off the start of what she’d just seen, “lijah…” she rasped out only to be cut off, “freeze” the officer demanded and she felt every drop of blood in her veins go cold. she hated this, she hated the conclusions that they all jumped to just because he wasn’t society pegged as the perfect male. “officer, we were just playing with chalk.” she countered, even knowing it was no use, that there was nothing she could do that would stop the events that were going to play out. “son, i’m gonna need you to step away from the girl.” elijah smiled at her, a move she knew he was trying to reassure her with, yet she could feel no reassurance in it. instead, when he stood up from her all she could feel was the bitter cold of the early spring evening. “over here.” the air felt heavy around the whole scene the officer’s gun pointed at lijah. elijah listened to everything the officer requested, taking steps away from her, closer to the armed cop. “got some identification on you?” her heart was in her throat as lijah nodded and started to reach into his pocket for his id. a troubling yank then was all it took, the officer’s hand brushing against elijah anders skin. she watched then as elijah’s expression changed all at once. worse than that of a gunshot going through him, the pain from the officer ripped through him, taking all of the joy and playfulness from his eyes and reminding her of why she couldn’t let him touch her for more than a fraction of a second. It was as if all of the stars in the sky had gone out at once and shrowded them in complete darkness. ...and yet the officer smiled. his pain and anger gone and transferred without his knowledge to the male in front of him. “mr. anders, i’m sorry, this has been a difficult night for me. you two get home safe tonight, ya hear? best not worry that young lady’s mama” as quickly as the chaos had begun, the officer turned on his way and headed back to the car while elijah stood motionless, reeling from the events that he’d absorbed through the contact.