Post by Noah St Cloud on Dec 3, 2022 9:55:30 GMT -5
OOC: I took a few liberties here – if there are any details you’d like me to change, just let me know!
The house was bright yellow, a fact which Noah (as someone who owned a very grey house) found quite amusing.
It belonged to a man called Jonah Wink. Apparently, he was a wedding planner who’d recently gone through a messy divorce, but Noah didn’t know the details of the split and didn’t care to find out; he wasn’t there because he was interested in the drama. What he was interested in, as always, was the possibility of a gift.
One of his new recruits had alleged that Jonah used to have conversations with his dead grandfather, and while such a thing could be chalked up to grief-spurred hallucinations or the simple lies of someone pretending to have powers, it was worth looking into. Blackstorm was always eager for more members and Noah was always enthusiastic about borrowing gifts, and if Jonah truly possessed the gift he was rumoured to have... that would mean ghosts were real. That there was a life after life. Wouldn’t that be crazy?
Noah hadn’t exactly gotten approval to go snooping, but he and Jonah lived in the same neighbourhood and, frankly, it was just fun, wasn’t it? To walk through places where people felt safe, to feel that unique pleasure that came with knowing they’d never find out he’d been in there, going through their things, seeing what kind of person they really were… He rarely took anything. He wasn’t a thief. It was just a harmless little look around and ninety-nine percent of the time he left everything exactly how he found it. In this instance it was a chance to see if there was anything to suggest Jonah was a fraud or the real deal and, maybe, if he were the real deal, a spirit would tell him about his ‘guest’ when he returned home. Maybe then Jonah would feel inclined to turn up on Noah’s doorstep, demanding to know why the other man had broken in. That could be fun!
The yellow house was empty. Noah had watched Jonah leave not too long ago, presumably to do something wedding related. As far as break-ins went, this was probably one of his most spur-of-the-moment, opportunistic ones, with less careful planning than he would have liked. Still, trespassing was always an enjoyable way to spend his time. He wasn't especially torn up about it.
In front of the house was an equally yellow shed with a quaint porch, but he didn’t spare the area a second glance, aware of the sun shining high in the sky and wanting to get out of sight of the road. As unlikely as it was for someone to drive by and spot him (that was one of his favourite things about West Hook; the remoteness, the lack of people walking the street, the distance between the houses), he wouldn’t tempt fate. He’d save the shed for another time. Maybe come back at night when Jonah was asleep. when potential passersby would be unable to see him in the dark.
Lockpicks allowed him entry through the back door. A quick trip upstairs revealed a pink room he concluded was intended for guests; there weren’t a tonne of personal items as far as he could tell, and the cabinets and drawers were not full by any means. There was also a storage space but, again, nothing caught Noah’s eye as being particularly suspicious or interesting. No old, secret diaries stashed away that he could peruse.
Back downstairs, the kitchen was dismissed as a likely area to hold anything of import. He made sure to look at any photos he could find though, wondering if he might spot some spectre lingering in the background, but the images he found were disappointingly creep-free. In no time at all he found his way into another bedroom, presumably Jonah's, with khaki walls in contrast to the light colour palette of the rest of the house. The bedroom tended to be the place. Where people kept their most precious things, unlikely to be stumbled across by houseguests. Noah set about searching the surfaces, the space beneath the bed, the cabinets and drawers, and finally came across something that made him perk up. Huh. Not what he expected, but not an unwelcome discovery by any means. Those looked like knives –
He froze, straining his ears. Did a car just pull into the driveway?
He waited for a few more seconds, eyes widening as he heard the close of a car door and the jingle of keys. Uh-oh. Wherever Jonah had gone, he hadn’t been gone for long enough.
Noah's gaze rapidly swept the room, double checking everything was left as he'd found it. Satisfied, he quickly moved to the nearest window and fiddled with the latch but – damn, it was either stiff or locked or he was plain stupid; he couldn’t get it open. And he didn’t have time to race through to the back door without getting spotted. How awkward.
He held still for another moment, thinking. Murder was always an option as far as covering his tracks was concerned, but he was trying not to be so... stabby. The less memories he had of such acts, the better; he didn't want a certain someone to find them and get spooked again. Maybe he could try to rely on his face instead, pretend this was all a misunderstanding and perhaps flirt his way out if need be. The odds seemed in his favour; Jonah was recently divorced, maybe he’d be lonely and vulnerable to such attention. But first he needed a reason for being there and unfortunately, there was only one that sprung to mind.
Damn. Noah was getting hitched.
He removed his gloves and hid them in his pockets. “Hello?” he called out, adding a touch of confusion to his tone. He moved towards the front door, hands slightly raised, displaying his palms in a placating manner with a sheepish yet friendly grin as he prepared to meet the home's owner. “Uh, Jonah? The door was open so I just let myself in, hope that’s alright…”
@jonah
The house was bright yellow, a fact which Noah (as someone who owned a very grey house) found quite amusing.
It belonged to a man called Jonah Wink. Apparently, he was a wedding planner who’d recently gone through a messy divorce, but Noah didn’t know the details of the split and didn’t care to find out; he wasn’t there because he was interested in the drama. What he was interested in, as always, was the possibility of a gift.
One of his new recruits had alleged that Jonah used to have conversations with his dead grandfather, and while such a thing could be chalked up to grief-spurred hallucinations or the simple lies of someone pretending to have powers, it was worth looking into. Blackstorm was always eager for more members and Noah was always enthusiastic about borrowing gifts, and if Jonah truly possessed the gift he was rumoured to have... that would mean ghosts were real. That there was a life after life. Wouldn’t that be crazy?
Noah hadn’t exactly gotten approval to go snooping, but he and Jonah lived in the same neighbourhood and, frankly, it was just fun, wasn’t it? To walk through places where people felt safe, to feel that unique pleasure that came with knowing they’d never find out he’d been in there, going through their things, seeing what kind of person they really were… He rarely took anything. He wasn’t a thief. It was just a harmless little look around and ninety-nine percent of the time he left everything exactly how he found it. In this instance it was a chance to see if there was anything to suggest Jonah was a fraud or the real deal and, maybe, if he were the real deal, a spirit would tell him about his ‘guest’ when he returned home. Maybe then Jonah would feel inclined to turn up on Noah’s doorstep, demanding to know why the other man had broken in. That could be fun!
The yellow house was empty. Noah had watched Jonah leave not too long ago, presumably to do something wedding related. As far as break-ins went, this was probably one of his most spur-of-the-moment, opportunistic ones, with less careful planning than he would have liked. Still, trespassing was always an enjoyable way to spend his time. He wasn't especially torn up about it.
In front of the house was an equally yellow shed with a quaint porch, but he didn’t spare the area a second glance, aware of the sun shining high in the sky and wanting to get out of sight of the road. As unlikely as it was for someone to drive by and spot him (that was one of his favourite things about West Hook; the remoteness, the lack of people walking the street, the distance between the houses), he wouldn’t tempt fate. He’d save the shed for another time. Maybe come back at night when Jonah was asleep. when potential passersby would be unable to see him in the dark.
Lockpicks allowed him entry through the back door. A quick trip upstairs revealed a pink room he concluded was intended for guests; there weren’t a tonne of personal items as far as he could tell, and the cabinets and drawers were not full by any means. There was also a storage space but, again, nothing caught Noah’s eye as being particularly suspicious or interesting. No old, secret diaries stashed away that he could peruse.
Back downstairs, the kitchen was dismissed as a likely area to hold anything of import. He made sure to look at any photos he could find though, wondering if he might spot some spectre lingering in the background, but the images he found were disappointingly creep-free. In no time at all he found his way into another bedroom, presumably Jonah's, with khaki walls in contrast to the light colour palette of the rest of the house. The bedroom tended to be the place. Where people kept their most precious things, unlikely to be stumbled across by houseguests. Noah set about searching the surfaces, the space beneath the bed, the cabinets and drawers, and finally came across something that made him perk up. Huh. Not what he expected, but not an unwelcome discovery by any means. Those looked like knives –
He froze, straining his ears. Did a car just pull into the driveway?
He waited for a few more seconds, eyes widening as he heard the close of a car door and the jingle of keys. Uh-oh. Wherever Jonah had gone, he hadn’t been gone for long enough.
Noah's gaze rapidly swept the room, double checking everything was left as he'd found it. Satisfied, he quickly moved to the nearest window and fiddled with the latch but – damn, it was either stiff or locked or he was plain stupid; he couldn’t get it open. And he didn’t have time to race through to the back door without getting spotted. How awkward.
He held still for another moment, thinking. Murder was always an option as far as covering his tracks was concerned, but he was trying not to be so... stabby. The less memories he had of such acts, the better; he didn't want a certain someone to find them and get spooked again. Maybe he could try to rely on his face instead, pretend this was all a misunderstanding and perhaps flirt his way out if need be. The odds seemed in his favour; Jonah was recently divorced, maybe he’d be lonely and vulnerable to such attention. But first he needed a reason for being there and unfortunately, there was only one that sprung to mind.
Damn. Noah was getting hitched.
He removed his gloves and hid them in his pockets. “Hello?” he called out, adding a touch of confusion to his tone. He moved towards the front door, hands slightly raised, displaying his palms in a placating manner with a sheepish yet friendly grin as he prepared to meet the home's owner. “Uh, Jonah? The door was open so I just let myself in, hope that’s alright…”
@jonah