#noahstarter

[marvelslegacies]

Noah | Open Starter | 004

Open to: Anyone Muse: Noah Dupont Setting: House Party

"I know we're all in our late twenties... but I feel like I'm getting too old for house parties." He eyed his half-empty cup, "I'm not even feeling a desperate urge to down this drink. What a waste of perfectly good Vodka." He sighed.

[mollygetyourgun]

@heartfullofxfright

“Hypothetical question. Say you have this friend and he got detention for something he swears he didn’t do, but knowing this friend, it seems like something he would do. But he says he didn’t do it. Do you believe your friend?”

[crowdedmidnight]

𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼: anyone (mutual & Non-Mutual)

𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗲: Noah Rogers (28 yr old earth science major, Tom Holland)

Noah sat cross-legged on his front porch, his brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully traced a design onto the surface of the plump orange pumpkin in front of him. His tongue poked out in pure focus, and a few stray curls kept falling into his eyes as he worked, wiping them away with his sleeve now and then. Around him were a few already-carved pumpkins, each with their own goofy expression or jagged grin, proudly lined up along the porch steps. Just as he picked up the carving knife and tilted his head to study the lines he'd drawn, he heard footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves in his driveway. He glanced up, surprised but instantly grinning when he saw his friend approaching. "Hey! Perfect timing," he called out, holding up the knife dramatically. "Come here to witness a true artist at work? Or are you joining in on the pumpkin massacre?" He scooted over, patting the spot beside him, already feeling a little less silly for having a porch full of grinning gourds now that he had company.

[marvelslegacies]

Noah | Open Starter | 001

For once, Noah was perplexed. He sat nervously and nibbled on the skin on his nail beds. "I uh... uh..." he trailed off, still thinking. "I dunno. Yet." he said sharply.

Finally he lowered his hand and readied himself to speak. "I think it comes down to what you think. We'll do whatever you think is best." Their eyes met as Noah waited to be lead.

[babyitsmagic]

{ @heartfullofxfright }

He’s the only one in the shop today. One guy is out sick, the other on a planned vacation. Barry is handling some supply nonsense, so Noah’s left to take care of the customers. He’s working on a car when his phone buzzes, letting him know someone’s come in the door. Grabbing a cloth, he wipes off his hands as he enters the waiting room, flashing them a bright smile before he signs, How can I help you? He knows there’s no guarantee that they speak ASL, but it never hurts to try.

[weareviolencex]

---  “This isnt my door but i’m a little drunk and your place looks comfier than the walk back to my room.”

[hypnvsis]

           Noah was busy inputting the reports of the day into the computer when the chime over the front door caught his attention. He quickly stood from his chair and made his way to the front of the station calling out as he walked. "Good Evening, how can I help you?" He suddenly stopped in his tracks when he saw who was standing in the front of the station.  

[jacob-lev]

That's the cup...of...cigarette butts....