[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.
[AoV] [OPEN RP] Walk With MeIt began with a letter.Noah had received it in the post, taking the small envelope immediately to his room. It was a pale eggshell white, and sealed with wax and a small blue ribbon. His family crest. The boy hadn't heard from anyone in his family in ages, and it was a bit out of the blue for them to contact him now.Delicately prying the letter open, he slid out a page or two of gorgeous wine red stationary. It had been pressed by hand; elegantly folded into an envelope that perfectly fit. Scanning over the loopy handwriting, Noah's shoulders slumped. Tucking it away in a drawer of his desk, the scottsman pulled himself to his feet, trudging out into the hallway.He needed to clear his mind; and he needed to do it now. Staggering towards the garden, Noah decided to keep himself busy with his work. Squatting down next to some strange herbs, he pulled out a moleskine and a pen, furiously sketching.