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Noah Paxton

"It is far better to be alone than to be in bad company."

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a character in “Dead and Buried”, as played by Totchocity1

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"in that moment
i knew how it felt
to lose something
you never had"




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Name:
Noah Blue Paxton

Nicknames:
None

Age:
27

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Position:
Illegitimate Son





"Tripping eyes and flooded lungs. Northern downpour sends its love."
"Northern Downpour"--Panic! At The Disco




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Appearance:

Noah has always been considered a good looking man. He has his mother's Mediterranean coloring and thick, curly hair. He is 6'1" with an athletic, muscular build. His thick brows and full lips create a dark, brooding appearance. Occasionally clean shaven, Noah usually has at least a day's worth of stubble. He is neatly groomed, and usually wears slacks and a button down if not a suit when leaving the house.

Secret:

Noah hasn't told anyone that Thomas was his father. He's not sure who knows. Even so, when they were arguing, Thomas refusing to claim Noah as his son and called Noah's mother a "money grabbing whore." Noah punched him in the face and stormed out of the house.




"Could be the changing of the seasons, but I don't love you anymore."
"Changing of the Seasons"--Two Door Cinema Club





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Personality:

First and foremost, Noah is driven. Driven to exceed his social standing and driven to succeed despite everyone's doubts. He's smart and conscientious, but insecure of his place in the world. He worries that he'll die alone, broke and broken-hearted. To the outsider, he can seem cold and calculated, but to those whom he loves he's fiercely protective and loving. He adores his mother more than anything. She was all he had growing up.

Noah can be obsessive. He tends not to forget slights and snubs, but he's also loyal to a fault. Once he's formed an opinion of someone, it tends to be concrete. He dates a lot but doesn't sleep around much, trying his hardest to avoid the fate of his parents. Most of all, Noah is driven by his need for family.

Oddities:

Noah tends to look down to hide his nervous smiles. He also has a bad habit of chewing his lip.

Likes:

He loves his mother. He's always been a mamas boy at heart. He likes art and even works as a curator in an art museum. He loves children and has always wanted his own. Music is one of his favorite pastimes, along with reading.

Dislikes:

Noah hates being seen as inferior for any reason, especially because he was born out of wedlock. He doesn't like bullies or pushy people. He hates mushrooms and seafood. He always feels dirty after a one night stand.

Fears:

Noah has always been afraid of commitment. He saw his mother's heart get broken so many times he never wanted to hurt the same way she did. At the same time, he fears being alone. He doesn't want to die without anyone to miss him.




"I'm tired of being careful, tiptoe, trying to keep the water warm"
"Soap"--Melanie Martinez




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History:
Noah was born to a single mother, Nora Paxton, and it was just the two of them for the beginning of his life. When he was seven, however, his mother married. The man was nice enough until he lost his job and began taking it out on Noah and Nora. Each of them hid their abuse from the other, believing that they were keeping each other safe. It wasn't until Noah was 13 that Nora's husband slapped him in front of her. Their divorce was finalized within a week. The next man she married, Eric, was much kinder. He treated Nora like she was a saint and Noah like he was his own son. For years it looked like they were going to be happy forever. Until Eric got sick. His decline was rapid and took its toll on all of them. Noah lost the only father he'd ever known, and Nora lost the love of her life. She never remarried. He went on to college and a job, but all throughout his college days he started thinking more and more about his biological father. He remembered meeting the man once, but that was all he knew. He asked his mother about him and tracked him down, but it took him years to build up the courage to actually reach out to the man. When he did, Thomas Williams thought his son was just looking for money. They fought, and Noah left. Then the murder happened.

So begins...

Noah Paxton's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Acheron Overland Character Portrait: Kathleen Williams Character Portrait: Michael Williams Character Portrait: Noah Paxton Character Portrait: Romy Benedict Character Portrait: Vanessa Lewis
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xxx"i breathe you in again
xxxjust to feel you underneath my skin.
xxxholding on to the sweet escape
xxxis always laced with
xxx a familiar taste of poison"


Even after that had happened, the Williams family kept going. They allowed themselves a few days to mourn and make all the necessary arrangements- but life went on. Even as they were interviewed by the police, they just worked their lives around it. They'd organised a dinner party for a few weeks after the death. Everyone had expected it to be cancelled- but it went ahead as always. And on entering the house, one could not be blamed for forgetting it was a house that had recently seen such a loss. It was neat and tidy as always, flawlessly decorated. The smiles of the hosts were natural, if a tad smaller than usual. They accepted all well wishes with grace.

But, as always, this was a mask. Beneath the surface, the tensions of the questioning and suspicions had taken their toll. The events of the night itself was still taking a toll on some of them. Being unable to trust one's own family can have a terrible effect on a person. Lies had been told. Things had been said that couldn't be taken back. Events had been witnessed that couldn't be forgotten.

Michael Williams, the youngest son, had impressed many. Known for his shyness, he'd dealt surprisingly well with all of the social interaction that the death of his father had brought. He'd still been shy, but he'd been able to hold a decent conversation with most people. On the outside, he had still maintained that perfect image of the perfect son.

On the inside, though, Michael was not doing so well. The events of that night had stuck with him. Sleeplessness. Nightmares when he did sleep. Even the occasional panic attack. His injuries still had to heal, leaving him with a physical reminder of what had happened. He was holding himself together for the benefit of his mother and the family's image.

Even at the dinner party, he was struggling more than he wanted to admit. He'd gotten a few hours sleep the night before, but he'd had so many nightmares, he may as well not have gotten any at all. He'd had to take a break from the socialising to hide out in the kitchen, saying that he had to do a job for his mother. But in reality, he was just trying to take a break and catch his breath. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Acheron Overland Character Portrait: Kathleen Williams Character Portrait: Michael Williams Character Portrait: Noah Paxton Character Portrait: Romy Benedict Character Portrait: Vanessa Lewis
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xxx"i'm bigger than my body
xxxi'm colder than this home.
xxxi'm meaner than my demons.
xxxi'm bigger than these bones."


Ash stood in his bedroom, of the home his parents had. His eyes looked over himself in the mirror. He had to make sure he looked pretty well, he was going to Michael's for a dinner party to honor his douche bag of a father. He didn't see why they even had to, but he decided he should go to support his best friend. His dark green-blue eyes would change to a dark green, as he walked out of his room.

"Yo Mom, Dad. I am going out." his voice boomed inside of the manor. He would start to walk downstairs, as he grabbed his jacket from the coat rack near the garage. The male would silently walk into the garage, as his mind blazed with thoughts. Did he really need to be there? Was it really needed? He was already questioned by the Detective, a highly annoying man might he add, and he didn't really feel like talking about Thomas. Thomas was a man, that at one point...Ash looked up to. He felt as if he was the epitome of amazement and success. But of course, that was before Ash became close to his son. He practically lived at the Williams' house for while. He heard the words that Thomas spoke to Michael. He could never forgive the man.

So honoring him was something, Ash was not to fond of. Atleast that's what he thought of the dinner being for. The male would look over the bountiful amount of cars his family owned, and decided to choose his baby. One of the few cars he loved to drive, when he was with Michael. Normally driving to the movies, anywhere. He would roll down the windows and allow the wind to blow in his hair. A few minutes passed, and Ash had arrived to the home. He parked and stepped out of the car.

He walked up to the door, and opened it. He headed towards the room where they'd all be in conversation, and ask where Mathew was. He was told, and headed into the kitchen. In a soft voice he spoke "Hey."

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Character Portrait: Acheron Overland Character Portrait: Kathleen Williams Character Portrait: Michael Williams Character Portrait: Noah Paxton Character Portrait: Romy Benedict Character Portrait: Vanessa Lewis
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xxx"There was a time when you let me know
xxxWhat's really going on below
xxxBut now you never show that to me, do you?"

The guests for the dinner party had arrived an hour ago, and already they started to wear Kathleen out. In a different situation she would have relished in the many small but important tasks and talks that such a party brought with them. She still might have enjoyed the distraction if the guests hadn’t been so dedicated to making sure it was impossible to forget what had happened. Every other sentence mentioned her husband, and the other half were inquiries after the emotional wellbeing of her family. Kathleen went through the motions, feigning gratitude while wishing for the clock to tick faster. Only a little longer before she could signal everyone to start moving towards the dining room...

Kathleen glanced around, looking for an excuse to leave the room and get some air. When she spotted a few empty glasses left on a side table she grabbed the opportunity to leave her post. Before she could reach them however, a dark shape cut her off from her goal. She glanced at his face, quickly categorizing it as belonging to one of the guests. It was wearing the same morose expression that all faces wore lately when approaching her, probably because they believed a different expression would be inconsiderate.

β€œMy sincere condolences… Thomas was a great man, and a good friend. This must be a difficult time for you and your family. If there’s anything I can do to help you…”


β€œThank you… I really appreciate your presence and kind words.”

The words left her mouth automatically by now. Many acquaintances had come by the last few days. Some had come carrying food, believing that surely the mother of two would find it difficult to run a household while overcome with grieve. Kathleen had nodded, expressed gratitude and accepted the gifts graciously. Others had offered emotional support, telling her that she could always come to them to talk. Those people were approached with equally thankful words, yet they were never taken up on their offer.

As the man didn't appear to have anything else to say Kathleen nodded at him as she walked around him, quickly grabbing the glasses and making her way over to the kitchen. As she opened the door, she noticed her son. Repressing to urge to run towards him and pull him into a hug she carefully placed down the glasses first. She walked up towards Michael to place a hand on his shoulder, yet didn’t get around to saying anything before hearing Ash come in. Kathleen sighed softly and walked away from her son towards the fridge. As she stared at the shiny display she noticed from her reflection that a few loose strands of hair had escaped her hair clip. Pushing the strands behind her ears with one hand, she opened the fridge with the other.

β€œGood evening Acheron.”

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xxx"The guests at the party
xxxare so insincere.
xxxthey just intrude
xxxand exclude
xxxthis impossible year"

Noah took a deep breath and held it in. "1, 2, 3." His breath turned to fog when he released it into the crisp night air. He pulled the lapels of his wool coat tighter around him as he walked. After all that had happened, he wasn't sure if the Williams family would want to see him, but he knew he had to try.

Everything on the sleepy streets of suburban Rockwood seemed to taunt Noah, from the eerie yellow glow of the streetlights to the sharp, pointed edges of the fence posts. Every step he took echoed in his ears, reminding him how his father had died here. Finally, he reached the Williams' front gate. He wasn't expecting cars to be lined up in the driveway and in the street. Light poured out of the windows, and inside Noah could see what looked to be a party. Well-dressed strangers exchanged solemn glances and probably just as solemn words over glasses of wine.

Noah almost turned around in that moment. Only one thought stopped him: if he didn't do this now, he never would. Each step felt like a death sentence as he dragged himself up to their door. Steeling his nerves, he rang the doorbell. The faintest remnants of the bruised, bloody knuckles of that night still lingered on his left hand. He prayed no one noticed. He wasn't here to cast suspicion on himself. He was here to pay his respects and to catch a glimpse, however small, of the life he'd never had.

He took another deep breath in as he waited."1, 2, 3," he chanted in his head while he held it. He didn't begin to breathe again until the door swung open.