InsaneJournal

WHO: Elle Bishop Gray and Noah Gray
WHAT: Exploring the city.
WHEN: Early evening
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

With so many people slowly but surely reverting to their 'original' forms, it hadn't taken Noah long to realize that he could very well go at any given moment. Or was it revert? He thought that might be the right term, since he was pretty sure from the various odds and ends and, most importantly, toys that scattered the bedroom where he'd found himself that first morning in the city all belonged to a much younger version of himself. Possibly around the time that he'd first discovered his parents were special, or not long thereafter, since his love for race cars had made way for a love of anything involving a superhero not long after that infamous day in his family's kitchen in Costa Verde.

Noah could remember how he'd absorbed the information about fictional superheroes like a veritable sponge, constantly peppering his dad with questions as to whether or not he could do the same things. It wasn't until he was a bit older - closer to ten - that Noah had realized his dad wasn't exactly comfortable showing off his own talents and soon after Noah had stopped reading comics and had started paying attention to the world around him and what those who had superpowers in the real world tended to do with them. Which amounted to a great heap of nothing in most cases... and was when he'd made a silent vow to not squander whatever ability he might end up with.

Shaking his thoughts free from just how bitter of a pill that had been to swallow and how very naive he'd been at the time, the teen turned his sights to the buildings surrounding him as he passed by each one. A bank, a flower shop, a vintage clothing store, it all looked like something he'd find in most any city he'd been in over the years. Nothing special, nothing too unique, and certainly nothing to help clue him in as to where Colligo was actually located.

With a soft sigh, Noah stuffed his hands further into the pockets of his jeans as he stepped around a group of teenagers about his age. They were laughing, shoving each other playfully, and being... well... teenagers. Noah, however, had no use for any of it. Too many years of training, too long spent learning to simply survive in a world that was a far cry from this one, had ensured that he'd grown up fast. Granted there were still parts of him that could be foolish. Headstrong. Even immature and far too stubborn for his own good. But he was rarely carefree unless in the company of those he felt secure being carefree around. And out of the two top people on that list, only one of them was from his own reality.

Glancing up at a large building that looked to be apartments of some sort, he smiled slightly at a little boy who was about six floors up and peering out a window at him. The boy waved and Noah tipped his head in response, his gaze flickering back to the sidewalk in front of him in time to decide to round the corner rather than continue straight at the intersection. He wasn't sure where he was going or what he was doing, but at least he wasn't cooped up in the apartment complex and it had been far too long since he'd been able to just walk so he had every intention of enjoying it.

After all, there was no telling when it might all end.