[AoV] [OPEN RP] Quiet Words Of WisdomTick.Tick.Tick.The clock on the wall of Noah's bedroom let out a monotonous beat, matching the one pounding in his ears. Papers and books scattered the floor where he laid, the entire room taking on the appearance of one ravaged by a hurricane. Blood stained the floor, his clothing, his cheeks. On the walls it was smeared, a sign of struggle.Laying in a stupor, he clutched the only in tact notebook to his chest, staring absently at the ceiling. His door slightly ajar, one could view the wreckage from the hallway.Tick.Tick.Tick.