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❝The Basics❞
“If you don't stand for something you will fall for anything.”
― Peter Hamilton

☞ Full Name ☜
Noah Felix Brookes

☞ Nickname ☜
Brookes
'My friends call me Brookes, my brother Noah and my Mother, Noah Fucking Felix Brookes!'

☞ Age ☜
19

☞ Birthday ☜
May 6th

☞ Ethnicity ☜
95% Irish, 5% Walsh

☞ Sexuality ☜
Heterosexual

☞ Role ☜
The Tower

❝The Disguise❞
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton

☞ Eye color ☜
Chocolate Brown

☞ Hair Color ☜
Hazel

☞ Height ☜
5'10"

☞ Weight☜
165lbs

☞ Distinct Markings ☜
Noah has the usual collection of childhood scars: A jagged line on his wrist from an incident with barbed wire, a small burn on his left thigh from a teasing brother and a scar on his right calf from when he broke his leg.
He has a small birthmark on his hip, over which he has tattooed a four leaf clover.

☞ Description ☜
While not the largest of guys, Noah has nevertheless toned his body to near physical perfection (at least in his mind). He runs, lifts weights and works hard to keep his body toned and healthy. He isn't bulky, falling more towards the leaner side of the scale. The clothes he wears are usually well worn hand-me-downs from his older brothers.

❝Getting to know me❞
"It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves."
― Sir Edmund Hillary

☞ Likes ☜
Raspberries \\ Running \\ Physical Health \\ Weights
His Family \\ Beer \\ His Heritage \\ Sailing
The Gym \\ Cats \\ Seafood \\ Salad
Home Cooking \\ Cars \\ Rock
Cooking \\ Chemistry \\ Boxing

☞ Dislikes ☜
Smoking \\ Rabbits \\ Dancing \\ Insults
Disrespect \\ Lasagne \\ Camping \\ Tents
McDonald's \\ Guns \\ Small Spaces \\ Maths

☞ Fears ☜
Losing His Family \\ To Noah his family are also his best friends. He is fiercely protective of them and fears losing them.'
Small Spaces \\ Noah is clastrophic, hating being caught in small spaces with no way out.

☞ Secrets ☜
Noah hides few secrets from his family apart from the reason his last girlfriend left him. The two had been fighting and in anger Noah had hit her. That had marked the end of their relationship. Noah had been too ashamed of himself to tell his family or his friends.

☞ Habits ☜
Cracks his fingers and neck

❝The Crime and Punishment❞
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
― George Eliot

☞ Crime ☜
"The lucky bugger left to take the whole blame."
Noah and his brothers began a 'war' with the family of their younger sister's ex-boyfriend. The Brookes boys smashed his car, the other family threw bricks through their home. When the two sides met they began a street fight and, eventually, the police were called. Noah was the only one caught and given that he held a makeshift weapon in his hand it was clear that he had been involved. He was sent to community service while everyone else got off free.

☞ Power ☜
Force-Field Generation
The ability to project powerful fields of manipulated energy. Noah can create a shield, wall or field to protect himself. He can also 'throw' the shields around other people, although this is slightly harder to control. His shield can prevent physical or energy attacks, although only to a certain limit.

The force-field is an invisible wall, a small ripple in the air like a heat wave on the road is the only thing that will let others know it is there. When objects hit his force-field more ripples spread out from the point of contact. Enough force will cause those same ripples to cause tears to appear until the force-field is broken.

☞ Weaknesses ☜
Distraction \\ His force-field requires concentration to maintain. The harder the force against the wall, the more Noah needs to concentrate to keep it up. Outside distractions make it harder.
Theory \\ Noah learns through doing. Learning through textbooks and theory has never worked for him. It takes him much longer to understand a concept if he is forced to read about it, than if he can physically see it.

☞ Strengths ☜
Strength \\ As often as he can Noah hits the gym, lifting weights and building up his stamina. He is a pretty physical guy with skill in most physical fields.
Fighting \\ He knows how to use his fists to get what he wants and is generally pretty successful when using this method.
Cars \\ Noah knows the ins and outs of cars. He has an extreme fondness for cars and if not for his community service he would most likely be helping his father at his mechanics.

❝Delve a little deeper❞
“Ever notice how 'What the hell' is always the right answer?”
― Marilyn Monroe

☞ Personality ☜

Proud \\ Temperamental \\ Protective \\ Practical

Noah has a temper, as do most of his family, and has yet to master his emotions. He is easily provoked, often finding it hard to maintain cool and calm when irritated. In particular insults to his family rile him up. To Noah family pride is everything, mess with his family and you answer to Noah. Having a temper and a decent amount of pride are often what caused Noah and his brothers to end up in neighbourhood fights. Given the amount of time they all spent working on their bodies they often won these fights.

Most people think that Noah is a rather stoic, serious kind of guy. He only really jokes with those he is comfortable with. Seeing him around strangers and then around his family is like seeing two very different people. It isn't that he's a stick in the mud, he just has a little trouble letting loose around people he doesn't know so well. He can get very tight-lipped at times, although this shouldn't be mistaken for being shy. Noah has no problem speaking his mind to defend his opinions or those he loves. He has plenty of confidence and won't hesitate to speak if needed, but he isn't one to work his mouth off like some. Until he really gets to know someone conversations with Noah are limited.

Another assumption made about Noah is that he isn't the brightest tool in the box. When it comes to textbook learning this is probably the case. Noah has trouble learning theories and grasping an idea without physical evidence or an example. He was always behind in subjects like Maths or English. However subjects where he can see things and try it out with his own hands have always come easily to him. Being able to carry out chemistry experiments, working on metal projects with his hands or even cooking with his mother, all are things that helped him learn. So while he isn't a genius, he is far from the dimwitted guy most would assume he is. His intelligence shows itself in a practical, street-smart kind of way.

❝Welcome to my life❞
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”
― Jim Henson

☞ History ☜
Noah was born into a large family. He was the fourth of five children and the youngest son. With three older brothers and a younger sister there was always someone to play with. Most of the time he ended up being the one picked on by his older brothers, but he never really minded. He always looked up to the older Brookes boys. If play did take a turn for the worst sometimes he always had a caring mother to fall back on.
Jenny and Rufus had always wanted a big family. Rufus, an Irish immigrant, had grown up with six siblings himself and Jenny was an only child. Neither Jenny nor Rufus came from rich families. They were both in the middle of the working class. Jenny worked as a nurse at the local hospital and Rufus as a mechanic.

Noah grew up loving cars. His father always seemed to have one in the garage and would tinker with it most evenings and weekends. As the boys grew they would come and help out their father. He taught them a lot of practical things that they didn't learn at school. For Noah, who found school boring and rather difficult, learning how cars worked with his father was a nice change. he went through school barely maintaining average grades. If not for the help of his mother he would have been forced to repeat a year. It wasn't that he wasn't smart, he just had a different way of learning then other kids. Any subject where you could learn through actually doing something, he found relatively easy. P.E, wood works and even cooking classes were a breeze. It was classes like maths and English that caused him the most difficulty.

Despite his difficulties at school he usually enjoyed it. Noah had a solid group of friends and was rarely bullied. This probably had more to do with the fact that he had three older brothers than anything else. When his sister came to school he, like his brothers had for him, looked out for her. The family was tight and although they would playfully mock each other they wouldn't allow anyone else to bad mouth their own.
That was why when Helen's first boyfriend hurt her the brothers immediately retaliated. It was this that resulted in the street fight where Noah was arrested and sent to community service.

Family Tree

Rufus Brookes \\ Father \\ 56 \\ Alive
Jenny Brookes \\ Mother \\ 51 \\ Alive
Harrison Brookes \\ Older Brother \\ 27 \\ Alive
Luke Brookes \\ Older Brother \\ 25 \\ Alive
Samuel Brookes \\ Older Brother \\ 22 \\ Alive
Natasha Brookes \\ Younger Sister \\ 17 \\ Alive

❝Theme Song❞
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves

| Unchained (The Payback/Untouchable) | James Brown & Tupac |

Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die
Y’all, y’all remember me
Y’all, y’all remember me

Sold me out, taking change
Told me your name, we had, all the lanes
Held me down

Last chance fancy pants, oh well
Gotta get ready, want a big payback
The payback!
Hey, hey

Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die
Y’all, y’all remember me
Y’all, y’all remember me
At the way you’ll die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die
Y’all, y’all remember me
Y’all, y’all remember me
At the way you’ll die

Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Y'all remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces 'cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace 'cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace
Blast me but never ask me to live a lie
Am I wrong 'cause I wanna get it on till I die

Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die
Y’all, y’all remember me
Y’all, y’all remember me
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die
Y’all, y’all remember me
Y’all, y’all remember me
At the way you’ll die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die
Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die
Y’all, y’all remember me
Y’all, y’all remember me
Expect me like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me, I’m comin', hahaha.

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#2013-10-30 06:44:35, as written by Cloud

Time: 8:15 A.M.
Date: 4 August 2013
Location: South East London Community Centre

Noah swore under his breath, the word escaping his lips before be could rein it in. His mother, who had ears that could catch the quietest of sounds, snapped her head around and aimed a glare at her youngest son.
"Noah Felix Brookes!" She said, her voice easily carrying over the noise of the dishwasher and microwave, "I did not raise you a sailor. Language like that doesn't belong in this house." Noah fought back the urge to point out that his mother swore just as much as he did. He knew the point, while fair, would get him nowhere. Instead he pursed his lips slightly, fighting back the urge to lash out at his brother Samuel who was making faces at Noah behind his mother's back. "And you're no better Samuel." She added without turning around. Noah felt a moment of contentment before it was once again replaced by worry. The reason for his original swearing; he was running late. Taking a last bite of his breakfast he threw the plate onto the kitchen bench, gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek and then darted out of the kitchen. "I'll be home for dinner!" He shouted behind him as he opened the front door and leaped out.

It took a ride on the tube and then a bus before he was within walking distance of the community centre. He slowed his pace as he neared it, glancing at the scratched face of his wrist watch as he drew closer. Ten minutes past eight, he had made good time getting here from his house. He loathed the place already, not just because of the graffiti that decorated the surrounded walls and fences, but because of what the building represented. His punishment for defending his family was to pick up rubbish, clean up parks and be shouted at by passing chavs. He felt a familiar scowl settle on his face as he pushed his way through the entrance doors.

He made his way down the corridor, following the faint echoes of voices into the locker rooms. All his fellow criminals were there. Noah turned into his locker, outside the circle of the group and tried to tune them out as best he could. However that proved to be difficult. The conversation, as Noah walked in, seemed to be revolving around the bottle of spirits in Nathan's hand.

"You don't say... I was completely unaware that the sun was in the sky. Thank you, Cordelia. You did me a service." Noah was rooting through his locker and didn't see Cora as she rolled her eyes at Nathan. Nor did Noah catch the movement Cora made as pulled the finger at Nathan. He did, however, manage to catch the
"Wanker." that the girl directed at him. Fighting to keep the smile off his face Noah concentrated on quickly changing into his orange jumpsuit. He half listened to the conversation behind him, doing his best to ignore the constant drone of Nathan's sarcastic comments. He hoped whatever they were doing today would mean that Noah didn't have to listen to Nathan drone on. His sarcasm wore pretty thin rather quickly.

Once Noah was changed he turned around and finally faced his five peers, feeling a similar distaste that he had when he'd entered the building. Simply put Noah didn't feel that he belonged here. Out of all of those fighting on the street that day he was the only one caught and sentenced. Everyone else had got away scot-free, and then there was Noah, forced to spend countless hours picking up trash and painting park benches with people he didn't really want to associate with. If he was being fair it wasn't really the people that he disliked, it was just the whole situation. Noah had a chip on his shoulder and he generally took it out on those around him.

With a sigh Noah took a seat, sprawling his legs out in front of him. He hoped the man in-charge of their community service arrived soon. The sooner he arrived, the sooner they could begin their tedious task and then leave.

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#2013-10-31 15:26:27, as written by peace_of_mind7

Time: 8:29 A.M
Date: 4 August 2013
Location: South East London Community Centre

Phillip kept his head down after Nathan’s verbal attack. The poor lad was just prone to end up as someone’s punching bag. He was used to it…but it didn’t stop it from hurting like a throbbing wound. He had learned a long time ago how to hold back his tears, so as he stood in the presence of the one person he feared most, he kept his face straight. However, when he glanced to his left he could see his savior zipping up his orange jumpsuit. In his head, Phil was thanking him. No one has ever spoken up for him the countless times he’s been bullied and to have a complete stranger stand up for him, well, it gave Phillip hope for the human race.

Phillip silently meandered to his own locker, kicking off his trainers to shimmy into the unflattering orange jumpsuit. He kept his clothes on, seeing as he didn’t think very highly of his scrawny hollow frame, in fact, he felt disdain towards his milky pallid skin. He looked dead due to the stark contrast of his inky black lock to his ashen flesh. Phil zipped up his jumpsuit, wordlessly. He then seated himself in a corner of a locker, leaning against it as he eyed the people around him, cautiously observing them, memorizing their mannerisms. He noticed that Nathan tended to shake his right leg whenever a sarcastic quip was brewing in his mind, Cordelia like to be near a mirror which was understanding seeing as she was quite beautiful, but wasn’t Phil cup of tea. He preferred men, but he’d never admit that aloud. Speaking of men, Noah seemed almost as reserved as him and Charlotte was a little off-putting, intimidating even. Phil made a mental note to keep his distance. Daniel was just too friendly. Phil narrowed his eyes as he brooded, think of a single quirk that Dan had displayed. He seemed like an open book, but no one could possibly be that comfortable with themselves. He had to have some sort of weakness. The harder Phillip thought, the more his head began to ache. A sharp stabbing pain assaulted his brain. As he yelped and winced, the locker beside Daniel slammed shut causing a loud metallic BOOM to echoes through the space. Phil stared wide eyed at it. Certainly, it had to be a strong sudden gust of wind that made that happen. Yeah, that was it. And as illogical as that thought was, Phil was comfortable with the mental inquiry. There was no possible way he was responsible for that.

He glanced at Nathan, knowing that the lad was bound to comment and rest assured, he did.

“I guess the ghost wasn’t fond on my humour. It’ll warm up to me. Oi, ghost, I have a good one. So, three Catholic priests walk into a bar and see a small boy—“

“Alright guys,” Phillip’s eyes were pulled from Nathan’s hunched form to the tall dark skinned individual that was now entering the locker room. He was a husky looking fellow with muscular arms that and long athletic legs. Phil had a feeling that this man was once a dashing teenager that had women swooned over him because of his status rather than his personality and looks. Despite his impressive physique, their probation worker had a hard face; made up of distinct lines and touch bone that made him all the more intimidating. In short, he was the definition of aggressive big black man. “You’ll be covering up graffiti on the walls of the Centre. Don’t fuck up.” His eyes shifted to Nathan as he spat the command. The curly haired troublemaker grinned cheekily, blowing the man a taunting kiss and a wink.

“Last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.” Nathan quipped, receiving a nasty glare from their authority figure.

“Just get to painting. The paint is in the supply closet,” His brown gaze scanned the room glaring at each individual with an equal amount of disdain…well, almost everyone. He seemed to have a chip on his shoulder for Nathan in particular. His stony chilling stare landed on Phil. It made his blood freeze, but then again, anyone could do that. “You, awkward one, go get the paint. And you, you go with him, I doubt he can carry those cans on his own.”He was pointing at Daniel as he said this. Then he left without another word.

Phil peered at Dan through a veil of long dark lashes. He stood up from his perch of solitude and scurried out of the locker room, wordlessly. He didn’t even wait for Dan as he walked down the hallway to reach the supply closet, however as he counted his footsteps, Phil could hear the echo of Nathan’s obnoxious voice.
“The lad is cripplingly shy, I almost feel bad for him, but then I remember that I don’t give a damn and I suddenly feel so much better.”

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#2013-11-01 03:03:15, as written by ibecameinsane

{ In collaboration with peace_of_mind7 }

Time: 8:30 A.M.
Date: 4 August 2013
Location: South East London Community Centre

Daniel had been leaning against his locker thinking about dinner when the empty locker beside him suddenly slammed shut. He leapt forward, nearly knocking Charlotte off the bench as he let out a short, high-pitched squeak. Dan's heart beat rapidly in his chest, panting from the adrenaline rush that came with the surge of panic. He didn't even realize he had been clutching onto the fiery-headed teen until she shoved him to the floor. "Get the hell off of me, you twat!"

"S-Sorry-..." Nathan burst into uproarious cackling, bending at the waist with his hands at his abdomen from the exertion. Dan scowled, hissing a short, "Oh shut up! It's not funny, I almost had a bloody heart attack!" knowing that he was the cause of the adolescent boy's fit of laughter.

Nathan stood, letting out a sigh as he recovered. “I guess the ghost wasn't fond on my humour." he quipped, "It’ll warm up to me. Oi, ghost, I have a good one. So, three Catholic priest walk into a bar and see a small boy-..."

When the parole officer strolled into the locker room, Dan busied himself with standing upright. He couldn't be bothered with what that meaty bloke had to say, not when he'd almost died of fright. That is, until the burly man pointed to him, "And you, you go with him, I doubt he can carry those cans on his own.” It took him a moment to realize that he was supposed to go with Phil because he was stuck on how idiotic this man's logic was. He was dumbfounded for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer idiocy of what he just said. He almost couldn't get past it but he didn't want to leave the workload entirely up to the younger man who'd left the room. Dan wouldn't waste anymore time, walking around the bench to head out the door before Nathan piped up another comment.

“The lad is cripplingly shy, I almost feel bad for him, but then I remember that I don't give a damn and I suddenly feel so much better.” To this Dan shot him a leering glance, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly as a warning. It was an inadvertent promise but it was one nonetheless; a sandwich for his kindness and he'd leave the poor guy alone. Nathan saw this in his gaze and just shrugged with a cheeky grin on his face. Dan could do nothing but roll his eyes at this wordless snark, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He meandered down the hallway, Phil walking in front of him at a brisk pace. He let his eyes wander the length of the younger man's back and down to his behind, the jumpsuit concealing anything and leaving everything to the imagination. Dan cursed the day they were made, his eyes picking up on the manner in which Phil strode down the hall. The lanky boy had a rather short gait for his lengthy legs, his feet quick to scurry though walking at full stride would probably get him to where he wanted to go much faster. He noticed the way Phil went along with his his head hung low and his shoulders slumped; a visual epitome of insecurity. Dan felt sorry for him, wanting to walk over and cheer him up, maybe coax him into a smile. So that's just what he did.

"Oi Phil! wait up a tick!" He jogged ahead, slowing back down until he was in stride with the quiet teen. With his eyes cast down, Phil shrank away upon Dan's arrival but the older man didn't let that deter him. There was an awkward silence between them, no greetings or small talk so ultimately it was Dan who had to strike up a conversation. "You've got to love the wit on that guy, yeah? You can tell he wasn't the brightest kid in secondary school." Still there was silence, so Dan carried on. "I mean, he thinks you cannot lift up paint cans on your own, right? So what does he do? He picks the second lankiest guy in the room to help you. He's an absolute idiot." Not to sound conceited but he at least expected a chuckle or two, yet still he was given no response. "I mean I'm not saying I don't want to help you or that I have a problem with being alone with you because I don't. I mean-..." His expression scrunched up in minor embarrassment and scrambled to try to save face, "I mean, not that I'm trying to get myself alone with you I'm just saying I don't-..." He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair, "I'm just going to stop talking now."

Phil glanced up from his trainers, his blue hues staring unblinkingly at the other boy. His voice was low, barely audible as he said; “It’s fine…” He actually sort of liked the sound of Dan’s idle chatter. “You can keep talking if you’d like…”

Dan smiled looking away from Phil only to catch the door before he could reach out for the handle. He opened it, giving a curt nod to Phil as he walked across the threshold. "So what colour are we supposed to be picking up? Did he say?"

“White.” came the younger man's meek reply, “That's the colour of the walls-…”

Daniel smirked, his iridescent amber eyes almost glowing as he looked at Phil with that crooked smile. "I don't really pay attention to walls, Phil." His response was neither sarcastic nor unfriendly, just laden in an implicit chuckle. He also, for some reason, couldn't stop saying the younger man's name; as if he liked the way it sounded coming out of his own mouth. "My attention is usually elsewhere." Phil, of course, was oblivious to this blatant flirtation even when Dan practically drank in the sight of him. He tore his gaze away as Phil eyed the paint cans on the top shelf, moving up to assist him. "Want me to help you get that?" The younger man didn't say anything after briefly meeting his gaze, however he did move to the side to give Dan more room. As Dan stood on the balls of his feet to get the paint cans safely down, he could've sworn he'd felt the younger man's eyes on him. But he shook that off. Even if Phil was staring at him, it wasn't for the same reason Dan always stared. Once the cans were at their feet, he grappled two of them up, looking to see if Phil needed any help. He seemed to manage, and the two of them found the group waiting in the hallway by the locker room.

Nathan saw them first and hollered, "Hey Dan! I didn't know you were a minuteman!"

Despite himself, Dan laughed, "Piss off, you tosser!"

"Alright knock it off you two," spat the probation worker bitterly. He cast a glare at Dan as he and Phil merged with the group, cutting his eyes to Nathan as a last resort. "We'll head on to the park so you delinquents can start painting before I lose my temper."

Dan rolled his eyes as the burly bloke turned on his heels, leading them out of the community center. Nathan bumped into him, taking one of the cans off his hands. Dan didn't tear his gaze away from the man's broad back as he taunted with blatant sarcasm, "Captain Hitler not letting people have any fun."

Nathan chuckled, nudging Daniel in the side with his elbow. "Come on Dan, we'd better get going before the bull rapes us with his horns." The amber-eyed teen laughed openly, tossing his head back slightly as he did so, his peripheral vision catching sight of Phil standing in a slump beside him. As Nathan sauntered away, Dan caught Phil's gaze, dragging it up so he could smile at the shy teen. He placed the paint can in his right hand in the one now empty, reaching down to relieve Phil of one of the paint cans he'd been carrying. Their fingers intertwined briefly before he walked off to catch up with Nathan, the two of them spouting off funny little sardonic remarks about what other things the burly man might've lost along with his temper.

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#2013-11-02 09:00:58, as written by Cloud

Time: 8:30 A.M.
Date: 4 August 2013
Location: South East London Community Centre

The group chatted as they waited for their probation officer to arrive. Or at least that's what Cora assumed they were doing. Her phone had given a sharp vibration and her attention had moved to the sleek screen of her handheld device, giving little heed to the talk of the others. Lucy had just found out that Mara had been found naked with Craig and like wildfire the gossip was spreading. Cora let out a short laugh, thrilled with the little piece of gossip that drew her temporarily out of the community centre

It was only the arrival of their large probation worker that finally made Cora glance up. She didn't think much of the man, after all who in their right mind would want to willingly spend their time in a dump like this? Didn't he have better things to do?
“Alright guys, you’ll be covering up graffiti on the walls of the Centre. Don’t fuck up.” His eyes shifted between the group of young offenders before landing on Nathan, the one most likely to cause trouble. And of course, not wanting to let anyone down Nathan replied with, “Last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.”
Cora laughed, the guy may have been a twat but at least he was a funny twat. When his tongue was aimed at someone else Cora was able to enjoy the humour in it.

The painfully shy Phil was sent off to collect the paint with Dan following quickly behind. The remaining group wondered out into the hall where they would wait for the two young men to return. Cora leaned back against the wall, her thumbs speeding across her phone screen as she replied to a string of text messages. Noah stood a step away from her, close enough to be technically in the group, but not so close that it would encourage anyone to speak with him. His plan to get through the hours of community service ahead was to keep his head down and just get on with it. Of course he had thought about making friends with the others, after all having someone he enjoyed speaking with would make the time go faster, but he was hesitant to create ties with anyone.

Dan and Phil returned shortly, paint cans in their hands. Their probation worker led the way, although not before casting another baleful glare at Nathan, Phil and Dan. Cora followed him, head down and attention still focused on her phone. Her ears picked up the traded banter of Dan and Nathan behind her and she couldn't help but grin. Noah, bringing up the rear only shook his head, but didn't butt in. He secretly thought that the probation worker needed to lighten up a bit. Perhaps the storm had stressed him out or he'd simply reached the end of his tether with Nathan's sarcastic humour, whatever it was he seemed a lot more short tempered this morning. Noah only hoped that the large man's temper would affect Noah.

A sudden burst of song broke through Noah's thoughts and he glanced up to see Cora swiping the answer button on her phone. Cora's ring tone, a nondescript pop song, played for only a breath before the girl answered it. "Hey... Yeah, I'm doing my probation... Nah, no one... painting graffiti... I know, pointless." Cora laughed at something said on the other end, "Skinny Johnny and Natasha? No way..." And so Cora continued, oblivious to anything but the gossip she was collecting from her friend. She continued walking with the group, even as her mind raced over the new information from Saturday night's party. As she spoke she heard a small, tinny beep sound that indicated the nearing death of her phone battery. It would hold for at least another hour, but after that she'd have to wait until she got home to check for any more updates since she'd left her charger at home.

Noah, who was close enough to hear everything the brunette said, could only roll his eyes at the vapid conversation. He openly admitted that he wasn't the most intellectual, but at least his life didn't hang upon finding out who had got with who at the last party. Yeah, she was hot, but there was more to life than drinking and parties.

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#2013-11-03 08:01:01, as written by ibecameinsane

{ In collaboration with Cloud }

Time: 8:45 A.M.
Date: 4 August 2013
Location: South East London Community Centre

Was it rude to toss the boy who just gave her a delicious smoothie onto the floor when he unconsciously clung to her after get the shite scared out of him? Probably. Not that Charlotte cared much. She didn't care if he'd given her the keys to a Ferrari, she wasn't about to just let him nearly knock her over because of a loud bang that caught him by surprise. She hadn't even been able to react to the locker properly because of the scene that ensued shortly after. Yet, as she stood amongst the group—minus Dan and Phil—she couldn't help but look back on it and wonder what had happened. That locker room was by no means drafty despite the lackadaisical upkeep. There were no windows. Even so, what breeze other than one from a hurricane had the capability to slam a locker door shut like that? Her musings were cut short when the lanky teens returned with the paint cans, her blue eyes cutting to Dan as he muttered, "Captain Hitler not letting people have any fun." She smirked, concealing her laughter to save face.

When the group moved, she fell back alongside Noah. He was tall, rather broody, and handsome without a shadow of a doubt. Despite his aesthetic appeal, she wasn't the type to jump on his bones at first glance. She'd learned that the hard way. If anything, she'd like to get to know him on an acquaintance basis first. Get him to come out of his shell before Daniel could. That bloke was just too friendly, at least to Lottie. There was no way he could be so happy all the time. It was almost irritating. He walked around like he wanted to be here, like he didn't have anything better to do. She'd never seen excessive happiness of such magnitude in such a dour situation. If anyone was going to bring this group together as mates it would be a combination of Dan's friendly disposition as well the unified snarkiness of both him and Nathan. Those two together were hilarious. As Charlotte watched them up ahead of the group, chattering away, she mused at how seemingly inseparable they already were after a short period of time.

Then Cora began gossiping right in front of her. The ginger rolled her eyes a bit in a bitter way. In her opinion it was far to early for that. Plus, hearing only one side of a conversation was flat out irritating. She let her eyes wander and for the second time they fell on Noah. This time she allowed herself to stare, analyzing his face as he eavesdropped on Cora's phone call. She huffed a slight chuckle when he seemed just as annoyed as she did, taking that as something they had in common. Eventually the group was stationed at the park, the parole officer wandering off down the pavement to God only knows where. Grabbing a paint brush, she took one of the cans with her to a loo building that had graffiti tainting an entire wall. She felt a bit of self-satisfaction when Noah chose to partner up with her in this endeavor. That is, until she thought it over logically. Cora was still on the phone, Dan and Nathan were practically cackling over by the benches, and Phil was ghosting behind them. Now Charlotte, she had yet to be loud or charismatic at all since they became a group. Obviously, if he wanted to avoid any conversation at all, she was the easier choice.

Call it force of habit but she pretty much ruined that for him. "You know you won't be able to keep up the silent treatment for long."

Looking at him you could practically see the abhoration oozing out of his pores, the pure aggravation in the way his eyes rolled back ever so slightly. Charlotte was slightly amused. She'd expected a reaction like that seeing as he's been avoiding everyone for the majority of their probation so far. What she hadn't been expecting was him to shrug it off and reply, in a rather gruff tone, "Apparently not."

"So what're you in for then?" she asked casually, squatting down to paint the lower bricks. Lottie was met with silence as the bristles ran across brick, concealing a portion of the graffiti. She felt someone leering at her and she gazed up from the corner of her eyes to see Noah leering down at her. She read his expression, 'Why would I tell you? and smirked. He really had no reason to but her curiosity got the better of her. She gave a shrug of her own, her expression reading one of impassiveness. "Fine don't tell me. I suppose it's probably something lame anyway. It's not like you committed armed robbery-..."

Noah scoffed, his tone laden in sardonic disbelief, "Oh and I suppose you have?" Charlotte looked at him, her mere expression eliciting a challenge. That was exactly what got her practically incarcerated. She didn't care if he believed it or not. It came as an even bigger surprise when Noah seemed to accept it, giving an indifferent shrug as if whether or not she was telling the truth didn't matter to him. Then he responded with, "Fine. I got in a fight and got caught."

"A fight." Charlotte deadpanned in an incredulous rich tone, her brow cocked in utter skepticism.

To which he gave an irritated tsk before replying, "It was a family honour thing. We started a fight with my sister's ex and his brothers. You know, big street fight kind of thing. Might have got a bit carried away." He shrugged as if it's to be expected, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Some neighbours called the police and when they arrived I was the only one lucky enough to get caught. There was a couple grand worth of damage. Someone had to take the fall for it." Charlotte watched his brow furrow into a scowl at the memory, roughly slapping his paintbrush onto the wall as a wordless indication that they needed to drop the subject.

Nice job, Charlotte, she badgered herself, sneering at the wall in front of her, Real smooth.

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Noah Brookes

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a character in “Misfits”, originally authored by Cloud, as played by RolePlayGateway

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