Open | Action: When the ghost becomes a boy

[deathbysk8board]

It isn't so much that Noah walks through a door. After all, he's more spirit than boy, more energy than being. But somehow, when he finds himself on a near a copse of trees, he seems to have a body. He can't tell if he's cold or not - he never felt cold, after all, even when he was dead and people said he was cold.

But this isn't Cabeswater. This isn't anywhere he's been. He doesn't know where he is and he doesn't know where his friends are.

And ... well, the things he doesn't know outnumber the things he does know and he's scared (which ... probably isn't a surprise). He wrings his hands together, turning a slow circle and he moves to where he's standing on a sidewalk.

"H-hello?" he manages. Can anyone even hear him without Blue's energy? Will Ronan and the others find him? The smudgy boy looks around, wide-eyed, his faded Aglionby sweater hanging loosely on him.

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[adamparrish]

"No." Adam answers simply with a soft shake of his head as he fidgets with a kleenex in his hands. He has a hard time fighting too, as is evidenced by his letting his father and everyone else beat on him for his entire life. So maybe he and Noah are alike in that way for whatever reason.

He shrugs and finally turns back to the pieces of motor scattered out on the floor, a bike he's building for Ronan. "You should go see him. He's at the apartment, probably. Fourth floor. Room 403."

[deathbysk8board]

Does that mean that Noah should leave? Can he just go wherever he wants; does it work like that here? "Is that," he asks, hands fluttering again, "where I'll be living, too?"

[adamparrish]

Noah doesn't have to leave. Adam assumes he would rather find Ronan than stay here with him. Adam has always had one foot in with this group of friends and one foot on the outside of it. He's always been partly on the outside looking in. It's his own fault. But he's not like any of them, not Ronan, Gansey or Noah. He's from that trailer part on the edge of town, a place made for leaving.

Adam considers Noah's question for a moment, then nods. "I'd assume so. Ronan will know."

[deathbysk8board]

Adam thinks that. That's more accurate of Noah, though, seeing as he's not living.

"Do you want me to leave, Adam?" Noah asks, wondering where he mis-stepped.

[adamparrish]

Adam was the last one to join this group of friends, not very long ago, in fact. They had all been friends, were comfortable with each other before Adam had stopped to help Gansey with the Pig on the side of the road. Noah was Ronan's best friend. Ronan was Gansey's. Adam was... Adam.

Lone warrior. Army of one. Him against the world. Although, there had been a chink in this line of thought since Ronan and Gansey had shown up at his father's trial in spite of his having tried to keep them out of it. Maybe he wasn't an army of one. This was a new concept though, one that it would take time to get past.

He shrugs, not knowing how to answer that. No, he didn't want Noah to leave. He didn't want to talk about what he was feeling either though. And he felt like his world was crumbling so intensely that it would be hard not to talk about it. How would Ronan be around him now?

"I don't wanna talk." He sat back down on the floor, picking up the piece of the motor he was working on with calloused, greasy hands.

[deathbysk8board]

"Okay."

Noah would be the first person to tell Adam that Ronan did as he wanted, nothing more, nothing less.

So, for the moment, Noah moves back, out of the way, stuffing his hands in his pockets over and over again, just watching.

No talking necessary. He wasn't, after all, much for talking.