Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2012 12:10:04 GMT
n o a t a k
Believe it or not, Revolutionaries needed to eat too. Particularly when they hadn't eaten anything of nutritional value for the past week, and then some.
Admittedly, he hadn't felt inclined to eat much of anything since arriving here to begin with. With all that had been on his mind lately, the bare necessities had taken a backseat. He'd made sure to take care of his injuries at least, but eating and sleeping had become foreign to him. And it was really beginning to show.
Weariness hung around him like a black cloud, and dark circles marred the skin just below his eyes. Once bright blue eyes had been dulled, and he looked about ready to pass out at any moment. He had the relentless storm of thoughts in his head to thank for his lack of sleep.
But of course, the drive to keep going regardless of his condition never faltered.
Though, there was a flicker of light in his otherwise dark little world. After a certain encounter he'd had only a few days earlier, part of his mind, however small it may have been, had been put to ease. Enough for him to realize that if he didn't eat something soon, he'd only make his situation worse than it needed to be. The feeling of his stomach knotting itself was beginning to get rather tiresome anyway.
Luck would see to it that Noatak would be fed.
He'd been lurking about an alleyway, watching the sea of people flow around the sidewalks and roadways beyond, when a sudden breeze kicked up. Papers flew every which-way. Had he not decided to pay attention to what was fluttering along the floor, he never would have seen the sliver of green that got caught beneath the nearby dumpster.
He'd spent enough time lurking around this city to know what their form of currency looked like.
After drifting over to the dumpster and a moment of feeling around for it, Noatak found himself holding a grimy ten dollar bill. More than enough to get him something to fill his howling stomach.
No signs of emotion showed in his face as Noatak slowly began to make his way out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. Only a narrow-eyed glare that told any who saw it not to get too close. Socializing wasn't exactly at the top of his priority list.
It took about a half-hour of scanning the shops and buildings to actually find a place to eat. Noatak had never seen most of the foods found here, and wasn't too keen on trying any of them... but he'd managed to find at least one place that served familiar food.
That food?
Noodles.
Plus a small cup of tea to go with them.
Seating was outside only, and he chose to sit at the shadiest table they had. It was the most awkward feeling in the world. Noatak stared at the bowl of noodles, hands wrapped around his steaming cup of tea. When was the last time he'd sat, outside, and ate in the view of so many people...?
Decades. At least.
Eyes flicking around, making sure nobody was watching him, he took a quick sip of tea and idly picked at the noodles. Despite feeling as hungry as he did, he couldn't quite bring himself to eat. Too much on his mind...
Perhaps it was fate that made him look up from his food and spot him. Just at the edge of his vision, blending in with the rest of the crowd. But Noatak could recognize that face no matter the amount of people that surrounded it.
He froze. It only lasted a minute, but Noatak's entire frame grew rigid as the other man came into view.
Someway, somehow, he was staring at his former Lieutenant.
This wasn't a coincidence - it couldn't be. Familiar faces were appearing before Noatak far faster than should have been possible, and in most cases, far faster than he would have liked. But the man he was staring at now was someone he'd thought he would never see again, let alone so soon. And here, of all places.
As soon as the feeling of shock passed, a sudden sense of calm fell around Noatak once more. He made no move toward the man, no exclamation or greeting. None of that would have been appropriate to begin with - not after what he'd done to him.
He doubted the other man would even recognize him right now - he was Noatak, not Amon. No mask, no Equalist uniform (aside from the gauntlets and leg guards, which he refused to relinquish). His voice might have sparked recognition... but what was he going to say?
There was but one thing that could have given him away at this point.
His eyes.
And so he subconsciously continued to stare, waiting to make eye contact, waiting for a reaction.
{ derpy starter post; I SOWWY. D| but srsly, once it gets going... i do not think my feels will be able to handle this thread. ;A; }
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