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Tweak says, "Squee! A ship!"

Noah Gray (sonofanangel) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-12 16:46:00

Entry tags:

angela petrelli, elle bishop, noah gray

WHO: Noah Gray, Angela Petrelli, and Elle Bishop
WHAT: The Collector's youngest piece arrives.
WHEN: Mid-morning
WHERE: Just outside the Grand Library
RATING: TBD (doubt it'll be too high)
STATUS: In Progress

The first thing Noah Gray became aware of when he woke was that his head hurt. Not a typical headache like he'd get from time to time when he cried too much or hadn't drank enough water. No, this headache was different. It spread all over his head and halfway down his neck. The rest of his body hurt too - almost like the time he'd gotten the flu and had been forced to spend three days in bed. But really, it was his head that hurt the most. A sharp, throbbing pain that caused him to whimper softly while his eyelids fluttered as he struggled to regain consciousness.

His brain felt sluggish, unable to remember just what he'd been doing that would make him feel so bad, or why his bed didn't feel soft like it usually did but instead felt hard and cold. It wasn't until his eyes finally opened and focused on his surroundings that he realized the answer to at least that latest question. His bed wasn't soft because he wasn't in his bed.

Scrambling into a seated position wasn't even a possibility given his headache but it was obvious from his fearful expression that, if Noah could have scrambled to his feet, he certainly would have. Instead he glanced around with wide-eyes and a trembling lower lip as he drew himself into first a kneeling, and finally a standing, position.

"Dad?" he called out. The echo from his voice off the walls of the library made him jump. When there was no immediate answer, the four-year-old slowly began to move forward, peering up and down each aisle of books with baited breath and any sign of his father.

"DAD!" he yelled loudly in case his father wasn't somewhere too close by. A breath and he tried a new tactic. "MOM!"

Again there was no answer and Noah felt his fear swell as tears blurred his vision. "Daddy, Mommy, where are you?" he whispered, scrubbing at his eyes with tiny fists that trembled with the exertion of the events unfolding around him. Just as he was set to find a quiet corner and wait for his parents to come find him, something moved out of the corner of his eye.

Noah never even had time to scream, much less attempt to run, as his gaze landed on the enormous statues that were coming to life. One minute he was staring up at them, neck craned as far back as it could go, and the next he was being lifted off his feet and carried out of the library.

"Leggo! Leggo!" he all but shrieked as the doors swung open slowly, tiny limbs swinging to and fro as he attempted to wriggle himself free. Just about the time he was going to start screaming at the top of his lungs for somebody to help him, he was lowered to the ground just outside the doors he'd been carried through. This time Noah did scramble, his headache all but forgotten about in his frenzy to escape this latest threat. He didn't make it more than five steps before a large hand was lowered in front of him and what looked like some kind of hand-held video game was thrust his way.

Coming to an abrupt stop, his breath caught in his throat as he peered up at the statue built like a knight. "For me?" he whispered softly and the knight tipped its head ever so slightly. With a hard swallow, Noah looked back to the device and slowly, with trembling hands, picked it up.

A second later he was all alone on the steps of the library, the knights back inside and the door shut behind them. Reminding himself that he had to breathe, Noah forced his lungs to work again as he slowly turned to peer out at the rest of the city spread out before him. Nothing looked familiar. Not one single building. Nobody was even glancing his way, either. All of them were acting like he wasn't even standing there all by himself.

Tears once again filling his eyes, Noah blinked them away and moved to the stairs. His parents' advice as to what to do should he ever be lost was running through his mind like a broken record. The first rule was to stay where he was and wait for an adult to find him. So, with a determination to not think about the slowly resurfacing events that had led up to him waking in this place, Noah did precisely that.

He sat down on the stairs, his PDA held tightly in his hands, and waited for someone to show up who could help.

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reapwhatwesow
2009-05-12 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Angela had been marveling at the sudden halt in the weather since it had happened. While the streets had been at practically flood level when it had stopped, now, now, it was like it hadn't even happened at all and everything was clear and as pristine as it had been the first day she had shown up. Her gaze was cycling around the area, trying to find some detail, even the smallest one, that gave away the former presence of the storm when she was distracted from her examinations by a child sitting on the steps of the library.

Alice had been one thing. She was at least nearly a teenager, and she had plenty of family here to take care of here, but this child was barely four if he was that, and he was just sitting there by himself looking at lost an any kid his age would be without their parents around to make sure that they were safe and well taken care of.

A heavy frown spreading across her face, Angela took a deep breath before heading across the street and over to the library, schooling her features to be as comforting and reassuring as she could possibly manage, "Are you all right, dear? They didn't hurt you, did they?"

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sonofanangel
2009-05-12 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Noah's gaze had eventually fallen to his PDA, tiny brow furrowed as he randomly pressed various parts of the screen in the hopes of making it do something. All he seemed capable of, however, was causing large error messages to flash across the screen. Anything and everything else either involved reading - something that Noah simply wasn't that good at yet - or understanding of a computer - again, something that wasn't exactly his strong suit. So by the time someone had approached him and spoken, the boy's was all too grateful for the distraction. It was the only thing keeping him from wanting to throw down the PDA in frustration and burst into tears.

As he looked up from the small device, to the woman standing there, his eyes grew wide. The PDA was placed beside him without a second thought as Noah surged to his feet and gave Angela a brilliant smile. "Grandma!" he exclaimed before he all but tossed himself at her.

Small arms wrapped around her waist, his cheek pressing against her abdomen as he hugged her tightly. "'m so glad to see you!" he added, voice slightly muffled. Anything else he wanted to say (and he wanted to say a lot, to be certain) was forgotten in lieu of the relief of seeing a family member in all of the craziness.