Re: Trailer park: noah/ren
[Sorry, Ren. Noah wasn't paying super close attention to your approach. He was pacing on rubber soles, the sound of gravel and grinding dirt betraying his frenetic footsteps even in the darkness thick as pitch. He kept having these visions—or something—of a red star of pain so white hot it made him forget everything, and then there was this stomach clench of anger, this boiling over of it, right? And it spread like some kind of rash, pinging as a buzz filled his head, some angry swarm bursting free. And then he was back in the darkness and he was still feeling the funnel of confusion. Something was happening and he knew Holly was about to be hurt. He was trying to make, like, mental contact, but trying to do that while waiting for Ren, while having visions or whatever, was making his little brain fry, and basically, he couldn't do anything.
When Ren said hi, Noah practically jumped.] FUCK. [He put a hand over his heart, bent over, then stood back up. He tried to order his thoughts and it was way too much like herding cats for him to have much success.] You—There's—[If Noah was a receiver, he was receiving too much input. Add that to what Ren was bringing—which was this kind of null? Intentional null?—and Noah might as well have been an overloaded radio spewing static.] We can't, but—fuck. [He tried to take Ren by the shoulders, if he could. They were both big dudes. He shook him a little, like, PLEASE, UNDERSTAND ME. But, he didn't say anything else.]