#decay.event

event 001.

where : northside , outside of old city hall building.

✮⋆˙ of course leave it to northside to be the number one territory that seems to always have new eden kept glued. don’t get her wrong though, chakki isn’t opposed to the idea of a city-wide gathering in celebration of the fifteen years of this place still standing, at all. for as long as she's arrived at new eden, the northside has been her home. a home that she loves dearly, but also has gradually grown slight tired of. no one would knows, but lately she has been planning an escape from this, and not just going off to another territory but like possibly leaving new eden as a whole and search for what could— and is for sure beyond these walls.

chakki is a great time and so she’s really hoping that with this celebration— she can really be there to celebrate and there won’t be any mess that she has to add onto an incident report as her role as the records keeper.

when preparing to head the old city hall, just like any other place she's heading, whether it be small distance or large, chakki has brought her bike with her. when she reaches outside of the city hall building dressed in her long flowing maxi skirt and combat boots with her bike, she finally takes off her helmet, the silver rings on her fingers audibly cling against the helmet while she does, all while she feels a presence behind her at the same time.

chakki doesn't hesitate to turn and smile at the person behind her, ❝ waiting on me for us to go in there together? ❞ she places her helmet away then glances back at the person, but she pauses and makes a face following a deep dramatic sigh while she leans against her bike with crossed arms and glances back at the person again to gain their attention.

Location: nothside, old city hall

Purpose: event 001, open starter to all

Usually, noise made him nervous— there was safety in the quiet, in the absolute knowledge that quiet served a purpose. Even if it wasn’t extensively loud, he tries to kick the jitters and the feeling of jinxing safety by engaging in vulnerability, like the rest of them. Is it vulnerable to come as you are? When there’s safety in numbers, he doesn’t think there’s any other way. The overlook is what he’s used to; eyes keen on always finding something but there’s nothing here but bodies. Alive, joyous, celebratory. The best he can do is not add to the anxiety of everyone else, too used to trauma to hang onto the idea of hope. But there’s a small part of him that’s happy about it. Fifteen years is a long time. And as they pass by, they blend together, and a part of him still feels like time hasn’t passed. He might be the only one.

He decides that if the others are going to take the night off, he can at least try and follow by example. For the first time in forever, he removes his blade and sticks to a wheelchair, the prosthetic slung over the back of the chair. Can never be too careful. He’s never been to a party before and he isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do: talk to people, sit in the corner and drink? Alcohol has never been something he thinks highly of, given the situation— but he decides he can do anything else.

He busies himself by wheeling back and forth or in circles, either easing the tension of his companions or adding to their confusion: either way, he hopes it’s a welcome distraction. He nudges the reader with his good leg, prodding at their calf with his boot.

bodies piled into the song laced hall, seeing this many people illuminated by the delicate string lights. joyous for the occasion, mulling around with this ease that evelyn couldn't quite find in herself. usually when she saw this many bodies all in one place they were in piles, left out in the harsh sun, forgotten as the overgrowth began to shroud them. she tried not to envision her sister out there, lost to time beneath one of these graveyard piles. just as she tried not to think about flames lapping at her ankles, engulfing the building around her- crumbling to ashes by the time she awoke again. evelyn had to believe all this time that she was out there still, whispering to god out in the open night air, hands clutched together every day- please god, let her be safe.

georgia had been asked, gently but repeatedly, to stop doing her job for one night.

it hadn’t worked.

she stood near one of the long tables set up outside city hall, fingers wrapped around a cup she’d already refilled once, quietly sorting a small pile of salvaged bandages back into her bag after tending to a minor cut someone had picked up in the crowd. nothing serious. it never was, until it was. the music carried on behind her, laughter rising and falling, lights flickering overhead like they were trying their best.

once she was finished, she zipped the bag closed and finally looked up, realizing she wasn’t as alone as she thought. “sorry,” she said lightly, glancing at whoever had ended up watching her. “old habits.” her expression softened, the apology quiet and unforced. “i promise i’m off duty. mostly.”