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Post by Noah Thorne on May 7, 2015 2:16:52 GMT
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will mean something to someone | Noah walks through the main market of Twilight town, mask on his face, and his hood up on his hoodie. Noah had been kind of wanting to learn more about Nobody's and there are supposed to be a lot in this town. Plus its nice to go somewhere new. But its been pretty fun seeing all the strange looks he gets from his mask. There is no way that he would take it off, but he does keep his good up, he really doesnt want to find out what kind of tan lines he would get if he wasnt careful.
But he was starting to feel stuffy under the hood and walks over to an ally so that he can throw it back without any hassle, and looks over the courtyard he just left.
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Post by solomon on May 7, 2015 3:46:31 GMT
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Solomon stepped into the empty alleyway and let out a long sigh. Finally. He had walked for fifteen minutes in this network of side streets, going deeper and deeper to get away from the main thoroughfares and scattered crowds. This place seemed ideal...
A loose shutter blew in the wind, slapping against the side of a splintering wall. The windows were dark, like dead eyes. No one looking through. There was complete, soothing silence. Reaching up, Solomon pulled back his hood and let himself relax. Really, the Nobody preferred leaving his hood off. But wherever there was a crowd, it couldn't be helped. At best, the change in people's behavior was inconvenient. At worst, it was dangerous.
Reaching into the deep pockets of his coat, Solomon pulled out a cigarette and some matches. The sun shone dully on the smooth metal screw in his skull as he tilted his head, shielding the match-flame with one hand as he lit his cigarette and drew in a cloud of smoke. Suddenly he noticed the stranger standing nearby, and froze. Who was that? Solomon's gaze moved from the stranger's sinister mask to his eyes and long white hair.
This person certainly looked dangerous. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was. Solomon waited to see how this person would react to seeing him for what he was: the scar-faced, stitched-together freak.
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 7, 2015 4:51:01 GMT
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will mean something to someone | After a moment Milo watches as someone else enters the ally not noticing him. Doesnt matter to Noah, but then suddenly he removes his hood. The shine of the gear, and the stitches that litter his face. Is he from Halloween Town! Did he manage to find someone else trapped away from home! Or maybe he knows how to get back and I dont have to be lost anymore.
A look of familiarity and happiness pass over Noah's face, and he turns as walks over to Solomon, a bit of a skip in his step. "Are you from Halloween Town too?" Noah asks quickly, hoping so much for the answer he is looking for. That he is and he knows how to get back. That finally after all this time, he can return to his dark home. A land of screams and fears that he loves so much. Where he can actually feel comfortable. Oh please oh please be from Halloween town
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Post by solomon on May 7, 2015 7:38:03 GMT
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Of all the reactions solomon had seen, this was one of the most unexpected. The stranger was... happy. Happy to see him. An open, pleased expression on his face, he walked towards the puzzled Nobody. "Are you from Halloween Town too?" The stranger spoke quickly from behind his dark mask.
So. That explained it. He mistook Solomon for someone from his home world. How strange.... Solomon had only heard rumors of it. Frankly, he had dismissed it as a mere myth... and yet, it was real. And it sounded like this place was filled with people like him. Halloween Town. Solomon blew a cloud of smoke. This world could make a good base... a launching point. It would be a welcome change: walking through a city without wearing his hood, or constantly looking over his shoulder.
He should learn more. "No. I'm afraid I've only heard stories of Halloween Town. You're from there... could you tell me the way there?"
<<< OOC: sorry: not the best post. my next one will be better.>>>
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 7, 2015 20:59:52 GMT
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will mean something to someone | A look of pure disappointment crosses over his face as he hears the mans response. He had hoped so much that he was from Halloween town. He looks just like his uncle Jerry! Just with a few extra scars. And really Jerry wouldn't be caught dead in a lab coat. Only living. Of course Jerry was always a funny one.
Noah sighs deeply. "I had been hoping you could tell me that." He looks defeated as he flops his back against the other side of the ally and slides down slowly. He rests his knees close to his chest, and plays with a centipede that suddenly appears.
He shouldnt of had such high hopes, but he was so sure that this guy had to be from Halloween town. Noah doesnt even feel like humming like he normally does. He feels crushed like he just got lost all over again. But he really just wants to go home.
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Post by solomon on May 9, 2015 5:01:09 GMT
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The stranger's disappointment was plain to see. It didnt matter if that mask hid most of his face. "I had been hoping you could tell me that."
A curious passerby peaked into the alley as Noah slid down the wall to sit on the ground. They caught sight of the mask and the screw through Solomon's head, blinked once, and surried off as quick as their legs could carry them.
Blowing another cloud of smoke, Solomon considered the new information. So. This person couldn't remember how to get home either. Leaning his staff against a wall, Solomon sat down on an old crate close to Noah. Now that he knew Halloween Town was a real place, he wanted to learn more about it. The timing wasn't ideal, but who knew when another chance like this would come along? Besides. Pulling out a cigarette, he offered it to the kid in the mask.
"When was the last time you saw home?"
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 9, 2015 5:40:02 GMT
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will mean something to someone | Noah looks at the smoke, he has never smoked before, but now wouldnt be a bad time to start. Of course he had heard that they could ruin your screaming voice, and that would be a shame. He had gotten second place once in a screaming competition once. He would have gotten first if it hadn't been for the left Moldy twin. She had put wolfs bane in his morning cup of Jo. His scream was pitiful that day, and the right Moldy twin barely won out.
But all in all he shakes his head to the offered cigarette, maybe another time he thought as he looked over the stranger again. He really did look like a dead ringing for his uncle Jerry. Well, the screw didnt seem quite right. Maybe Jerry had the turner on the other end. It had been a while since he had seem him. Longer then the six months since he had been home. Guy was likely six feet down. Poor Jerry, he really loved his drink. No one could get him to leave the graveyard bar.
Sighing Noah answers, "Six months." There wasnt much to it. He really was starting to think that maybe home was just gone. Most people around here just thought it was a myth. Of course until he scared them differently.
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Post by solomon on May 10, 2015 18:15:18 GMT
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Putting the cigarette back in it's pack, Solomon sat still as the stranger glanced over him. He didn't mind when this person saw him for what he was: with that creepy black mask, they were more alike in their appearance than anyone else he came across in his travels. Rather than frightening this person, Solomon reminded him of home.
With a sigh the odd-looking kid replied, "Six months."
Indistinct chatter and the music of a busy street wafted across the air, but no one strayed through the small alleyway. Solomon looked down. How long had it been? Four... No. Five years since the the horde devoured his heart. Something gave him the feeling, he had been away from home long before that. Now, Solomon couldn't even remember his home world. Not even its' name. Who knew? Maybe he saw home without realizing it.
"Why don't you remember the way back?"
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 12, 2015 21:54:04 GMT
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will mean something to someone | He says it like its so easy, like he hadn't tried. He had, time and time and time again. Once he learned about the Corridors that he used to leave in the first place he didn't stop trying to months. It was only Vin that had managed to make him stop. He had found him one day. Heartless surrounding Noah, his body exhausted from not having eaten in days. After barely managing to finish them off I had laid there ready to just die when Vin had saved him.
Sighing Noah shakes his head. "It's closed off." once he had learned that was likely what had happened he had been in a depressed state for longer then he had tried to get back. He didn't even know how he had gotten out of Halloween Town to begin with, he had not been the one to open the door.
With that he stands up and looks over to this person. "Noah, by the way." He might as well not be rude. He extends his hand to shake the man who would fit so soundly into Halloween Town.
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Post by solomon on May 14, 2015 20:43:43 GMT
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The stranger let out a sigh. "It's closed off." Standing up, he offered his hand. "Noah, by the way." Rising, Solomon shook Noah's hand. "Solomon." It was strange. The one time he hears of a place where he could go without fear, without hiding, it's closed off. Even more distant than his own home. Who knew what separated Noah from Halloween Town. Solomon's own broken mind wouldn't even let him remember where he came from. Those good memories that came so few and far between: surely those must be of home. Wouldn't that be true? Isn't that what a home was? A safe place. A place were you could just... be. "I don't remember home... Not even the name of my home world. I lost those memories... a long time ago." A dark expression crossed the Nobodys' face. He dropped his cigarette. Ground it out with his boot. Noah Thorne |
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 17, 2015 22:38:27 GMT
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will mean something to someone | Frowning, sad to hear someone else in a similar boat to him. He had heard a lot of cases like that since coming to this world. It almost seems to be what it is known for on some level. Of course he has yet to find anyone else from Halloween Town, which just makes his loneliness from pronounced. A lot of people would think that odd, that that was normal for someone from halloween town. But really it was quite the opposite. Everyone was always close nite. Like one big happy family. That really what he missed most. The community that was there.
His aunt Malinda was always saying that home is where the screams are, and where you could scream freely. She had spent some time out of Halloween Town early in her youth. And she said that no matter where she went it never truly felt like home.
But then he sees the dark face he makes. Without thinking about it and a small amount of fear driving him to do it. He searches for light in his heart, unable to find any. So this man was either a heartless, or a nobody. That really isnt a good thing for me either way.
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Post by solomon on May 24, 2015 20:47:38 GMT
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Solomon reached for another cigarette but didn't light it. He just stood rolling it between his fingers. It was possible for a world to be recovered, wasn't it? Solomon had traveled a long way for a long time: in run-down bars and old encampments you hear stories. About worlds that disappear. Worlds that reappear. Refugees. Homecomings. They way in which a world opened up, though... Solomon's information on that was a little unclear. Keybladers. Something about keybladers, but, once they were mentioned the stories varied so widely and grew so wild and far-fetched that Solomon couldn't tell what was real and what was made up. Still. Maybe it would mean something to Noah. Solomon wanted to help this kid. If he could. "They say lost worlds can be recovered by Keybladers. I've heard stories. Most of them were lies, but this, I think, is true. Maybe a Keyblader could unlock Halloween Town."Noah Thorne |
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 28, 2015 19:15:37 GMT
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will mean something to someone | Hope flows into Noahs eyes as he hears this, all worries of this man being a heartless that might be here to kill him forgotten for the moment. Noah jumps up from his sitting position.
"You mean it?" Noah would put this man in a whole world of hurt if he was lying to him.
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