Noah Gray (sonofanangel) wrote in cityofnewhope, @ 2009-01-02 03:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabriel gray (exposed future), noah gray |
WHO: FF!Gabriel and Noah Gray
WHAT: A reunion between a very confused son and a very grief-stricken father.
WHEN: Not long after this.
WHERE: The Welcome Center, to start with
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Noah was doing his very best to be a big boy. He was afraid, but he wasn't acting like it. He was trying very hard not to think about the mean people that had been in his house before he'd wound up here. He also wasn't thinking about how much the table had hurt when it hit him, or how much his head had hurt before everything had gone black. He wasn't crying, and he wasn't hiding.
At least, he wasn't hiding anymore. But he also was insisting - if only to himself - that the only reason he'd been hiding in the first place was so he could find his dad without some other grown-up trying to help. He didn't want help from a stranger. He just wanted his dad. And lo and behold he'd managed to find him on the computer that he'd got working all by himself.
True, his dad was acting a little weird, but Noah couldn't blame him. Things had been scary and their house and now suddenly they were in some bubble city and they weren't together. Noah thought that he, too, might be acting a little weird and just didn't know it.
The only thing he did know, really, or at least was willing to dwell on, was the fact that his dad was on his way to get him. It was with this thought in mind that Noah quietly made his way down the hallway and to the front doors of the building. He hesitated at the doors themselves, peering out with a nervous expression at the darkened streets beyond.
Bad people might be out there. Even the mean people that had tried to hurt his dad and uncle. For a brief moment, Noah considered turning and running back into the room he'd just left. Yet his dad said he was coming and, acting weird or not, he was still his dad. With that decisive thought, the small boy finally made his way outside.
He stuck close to the doors, though. Hovering anxiously close enough to the handles that he could get back inside before someone could get him. His brown eyes so much like his father's scanned the darkness beyond the illuminated steps of the building, his tiny hands wringing together as he anxiously paced a small path in front of the building and waited for his dad to arrive.