Un mois? Sérieusement?- Noah s'est effondré, renversant la carte sans tant qu'inspectant le texte fleuri appuyé dessus,--C'est à peine assez de temps pour commander quoi que ce soit pour ce que nous avons trouvé. Je ne pense pas que cela volera, Directeur.. Il a passé sur le glissement de papier à la personne suivante et a dérivé sans bruit vers la scène, se tirant vers le haut avec les deux bras enfoncés dans les bois. Tout cela semblait venir directement d'un conte de fées. Ils n'auraient pas assez de temps pour créer quelque chose de long ou de grand et le mystérieux donateur peut même ne pas être réel à la fin. Chaque cellule du corps de Noé a crié à quel point cette idée était horrible, comment il ne devrait même pas prendre la peine de contribuer à...
Il y avait quelque chose d'étrangement excitant à essayer. Lucas semblait déjà prêt à réunir le groupe pour se produire, et au moment où Noé trouva un endroit confortable pour se pencher contre il pouvait entendre son colocataire énumérer des pièces possibles qu'ils pourraient commencer à développer. Un petit groupe de titres a passé sa vision, des pièces sans fin qu'ils pourraient probablement se réunir en moins de quelques semaines s'ils travaillaient vraiment leur plus dur. Noah fixa les yeux sur la scène polie et, pendant un moment, vit le double peint qui appartenait à son ancienne école secondaire. Le théâtre n'était pas dans son sang, mais il l'a forcé à entrer dans sa vie de toute façon. Noé a essayé d'imaginer sa vie sans la scène et sans les lumières et les sons de la vie théspienne et il n'aime qu'un paysage gris, fleurissant avec les couleurs sombres des bleus, de l'alcool et de l'abandon.
Il pensait à une vie sans Abracadabra! et subitement sentit une traction dans sa poitrine pour se battre. Un spectacle en un mois, ça semblait impossible, mais...
Mais où était le mal d'essayer?
Noah est revenu vers l'avant de la scène et a giflé une main calmée sur l'épaule de Lucas. "Décidez-vous d'une pièce de théâtre et je ferai en sorte que le design de la lumière s'éloigne le plus rapidement possible." Il a parlé avec l'inhabituel d'un robot, redressant sa posture alors qu'il s'inclinait la tête en arrière pour inspecter les passerelles. Selon la pièce, il devrait s'aventurer et commencer à ajuster certains des appareils les plus anciens pour accommoder les scènes. Ils n'ont pas eu le temps de commander quoi que ce soit d'autre comme ils le feraient normalement, de sorte que le directeur devrait être satisfait des vieux gels et des taches instables.
Pourtant, il avait plus qu'assez pour travailler au théâtre, peu importe l'âge de tout. Noah souhaitait silencieusement une nouvelle technologie mise en place, mais se trouva plutôt ravi de l'idée de remonter dans la passerelle et de s'y asseoir silencieusement toute la journée pendant que les acteurs se promènent autour de la scène. Il a pensé brièvement à les rejoindre sur scène pour le spectacle précipité qu'ils étaient sur le point de mettre en place et a immédiatement senti son estomac s'écraser avec plus de mauvaise-idée-anxiété. Pour lui, entrer dans le caractère était un processus thérapeutique mais long et long. Il serait malavisé de demander un rôle sur un jeu aussi rapide. En outre, la technologie l'a mieux adapté mentalement, même s'il a aimé entrer dans l'état d'esprit d'une autre personne pendant quelques heures par nuit.
Noé a été tiré de son déluge de pensées par la voix familière de Ziggy, et ses lèvres tirées à la ligne a en fait basculé vers le haut pour un moment à la suggestion de jeu. Un inspecteur Calls était une vieille pièce à trois caractères. Assez longtemps pour déclencher quelques alarmes rouges dans l'arrière de son esprit, mais juste assez petit et la technologie sage pour calmer la panique. "C'est le théâtre de la salle de dessin, c'est le meilleur. Cela fait trois actes, mais je pense que ça peut marcher si les acteurs se débrouillent." Il a drone en accord, "D'autres suggestions?"
Male | 21 | Homosexual
𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Noah Auguste is more of a ghost than a person. He is a man pulled directly from a chiaroscuro sketch, a creature most may not notice at first glance. He's the living definition of a wallflower by appearance alone thanks to his emotionless and homely face. Noah is not conventionally attractive, rather his face is quite forgettable and seems to be steeped in the over saturated filter of an old photograph. The only real color to his appearance comes from his hooded but bright blue eyes, which seem ever brighter compared to his mousy hair and pale, pale skin. While he may possess beautiful features, like his aforementioned eyes and his plush lips, Noah seems to take it upon himself to appear as unassuming as possible.
He is stocky with muscles built from working with his father's construction firm, though it fails to make up where he stands height wise. Standing at a mere 5'4", his height adds once more to his ability to blend in to any real life scenario, and he drops down to a sad 5'2" thanks to his perpetual slouch. Despite these short comings, Noah walks with a sense of self-preservation. He does not lack confidence (hell, maybe you can't lack what you never had), but instead of holding his head high he walks quickly and quietly as if to protect himself from an invisible force walking behind him. His attire matches his protective motions, often hiding him away in plain sight with dark shirts, dark jeans, and unassuming though accentuating outfits.
When he is not moving from place to place like most humans do he is entirely still, observing those around him. His stare is often cold and distant, and while it may appear that Noah is glaring at someone, he is, in reality, day dreaming. People watching is also a hobby of his, though this is merely out of curiosity towards others.
Apathy draws Noah's usual expressions into that of a statue. He rarely smiles, rarely frowns, and on top of it all seems to find those who do emote to be annoying. His bored expressions may read as aloof, and that would be because they are, but there are times when he may tilt his head quizzically or huff in exasperation. Those few signs of life are rare but enough to remind others that Noah is, in fact, a human being.
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Noah is probably the least outwardly emotional person you may ever meet. Drenched in a thick coating of self-made apathy, he walks through his everyday life looking and reacting to everything like a photograph. He is not so much a person rather than the implication of a person-- he walks and talks and breathes, but he never shows any sign that he feels anything from such humane interactions. Despite his apparent lack of emotion, Noah is far from silent. He is relatively blunt in conversations, and if ever caught in the middle of a debate he is not afraid to speak his mind. To those he tolerates he is protective and watchful, though does not outwardly voice his concerns for them.
In his own mind, Noah is a volatile storm. He often switches from long, depression-based lack of motivation and days of subdued mania where he merely throws himself into work to keep himself busy. His general aloofness is not exactly a cover for his apparent mental issues, rather it is a symptom of his attempt to cover up whatever is going on within him. Of course, this habit makes Noah a rather secretive person, and though he may not mean any harm by his self destructive attitude, those few and far between friends he has since lost were perhaps most hurt by his wish to remain silent about himself.
When involved with other people for a project or in the theater company itself, Noah does his share and nothing more. His ideology is mostly reliant on the thought that "he can carry his own weight", and once he has he leaves the rest of the work to those within the group. Noah isn't lazy, per say, rather he lacks motivation to do anything other than what is assigned to him. When working in the theater, however, Noah seems oddly more attuned with himself and the objects and people around him. While acting he is ridiculously responsive, and though he has trouble improvising or keeping rhythm it is obvious that he enjoys himself just the same.
Noah is, in all honesty, everything and nothing to a fault. He is honest to a fault. He keeps promises to a fault. He is quiet and morbid and protective and volatile, all to a fault. He feels absolutely nothing, and yet still has the need to drown out that white noise with loud parties and a ridiculous amount of alcohol. The dark feelings that Noah is hiding will perhaps never be revealed, as he works hard to keep himself distanced from people who could threaten to peel down his mental walls, but those who do try to reach out may just find a scared, introspective boy just ready to lose it.
𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Alcohol and cigarettes
✓ Small animals and children
✓ Cold, quiet weather
✓ Acting; or rather being someone other than himself
✗ Hard drugs
✗ His father
✗ People entering his personal space
✗ People who show intense emotions
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Life in the slums of the East Coast wasn't exactly all sunshine and beach times. Noah was born to squat in a three roomed apartment on the Jersey Shore with his twin sister, Beatrice, and his abusive father James Auguste. Noah never knew his mother, or, rather, he had never heard mention of her in the house. As Bea and Noah grew older they just assumed she up and left after they were born, and honestly neither of them could blame her. No sane woman would have been able to deal with the manic asshole that their father was. Noah's early life consisted of getting locked in cupboards, running down to the corner store to pick up his dad's cigars, and playing pretend with his sister who recieved the same abuse and then some.
They lived in that seaside town for ten long years, dealing with their father and the other drunks that cruised through the salty-smelling streets when it was off seasons. A few months after their tenth birthdays, however, James came home with a letter in ahnd and announced to his children that they would be moving out of state for work. Bea and Noah were, unexpectedly, excited for this change of pace. James seemed less agitated at home with the upcoming move (when questioned why by Noah, he merely responded by saying "I'm getting more pay, kid") thus the twins were left to their own devices as they packed up their meagar life in New Jersey and set off to a brand new house set up in Greenville, Ohio.
Noah's middle school and high school life was spent battling with depressive thoughts and keeping his sister above water as she fell into the same habits as him. His father set him off to work for his construction company as soon as he was fit enough to start lifting rubble and work machinery, and that with the added stress of school work and keeping his twin sane muddled down into him until Noah was left only with a will to work and nothing more. He lost any interest in himself and his hobbies, lost his own thoughts in favor of keeping track of his sister's, and gained a new found disease known as 'apathy'.
The only thing that kept Noah somewhat intriugued was Greenville High's theater and English prorgrams. He found himself working tirelessly after school one sophmore dya in order to perfect how to use the old, half-broken light board and memorize all of the actor's lines on stage in order to keep his queues on time. He read Shakespearian monolouges in and after class, and found a new love for musicals and plays with each ticket he bought to the town's local programs. Of course, his father wasn't quite a big fan of his son's "odd, stupid, girly" interests, and Bea could care less about him as the end of their high school lives slowly stretched forwrad to swallow them whole.
Eventually Noah became fed up with his home life. Bea was all prepared to shell off for college, all ready to leave her brother behind after their four long years of keeping her away from all the destructive thoughts she craved, and Noah felt betrayed by her actions to leave him behind. In retaliation he applied to a college in Indiana and eventually found himself on a one way trip to St. James, Indiana. He left behind his drunk and miserable father, his thankless sister, his broken friendships and his broken house. He left behind what ever traces remained of the old Noah and found a new shell to inhibit in his home away from home.
And eventually, after a three months of living on campus and exploring the small town's delights, he stumbled upon the Abrcadabra theater comapny, and the rest was history.
𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Acting: A talent spurred from countless English class readings and late night Shakespearean monologues, Noah has a keen ability of simply capturing the essence of whatever role is assigned to him. Of course, some parts are easier than others (he generally favors the pessimistic male leads) but given enough time to prepare Noah will do reasonably well as whomever he is instructed to be.
● Technical Theater: Before Noah was known in the company as an actor he worked backstage as a lighting technician. He both designed some of the light designs for some of the old productions as well as worked to adjust and move the tech during show time. He still goes behind the scenes nowadays when not acting up a storm on stage.
● Calm: In terms of personality Noah isn't..... Much, to say the least. He lacks the proper motivation to actively emote and seems fine with just sitting in a corner and staring at a wall rather than socializing. On the high chance that the company is running through some anxiety, however, Noah is the rock that can help keep people together. His calm, emotionless words may be blunt at times but are trained enough to quell whatever panic is getting the person in question in a jam.
𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Dancing: Actually, anything involving rhythm (he has trouble learning songs during the first few weeks of rehearsals too). Noah may have decent timing in scenes, but when it comes to dancing to a beat he has two left feet.
● Emoting: Noah in general has issues revealing what he's truly feeling. When not playing the part of another person on stage he is horribly apathetic, almost to the point of being robotic. Because of his apathy he has trouble sharing his own thoughts, ideas, and feelings.
● Heights: Perhaps the worst phobia to have for a tech-crew member, Noah has an abnormal fear of being high up. While he never outwardly says anything to anyone, his demeanor drastically changes when he is in a high spot. Despite his fright, Noah frequents roofs to smoke, and when asked why he merely responds with, "I'm feeling."
𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Tech Crew – Noah works with the lighting and sound crew to ensure that the more extravagant productions are nicely lit and sounding as pitch perfect as possible. Though he hasn't put much time into lights due to his new found interest in actually BEING in the shoes, Noah seems to have a soft spot in his heart for light design and sound effects.
Actor – Though the revelation for this role was recent, Noah has taken to his new title quite nicely. Having always been a fan of monologues and being in the mindset of someone other than himself, he easily slipped into the mindset of an actor. Still, he has a lot to learn about being on stage.
𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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● He works two jobs besides the company and college; one as a waiter in a local diner and the other as a valet at a high class restaurant an party venue. Both gigs are part time and help keep his tongue wet and his tuition paid for
● His favorite play is actually a lesser known short piece called "Waiting for Death", though the role he would most like to play would have to be Tom Wingfield from The Glass Menagerie.