[SOLO] "Still alive, but I'm barely breathing. Just praying to a God that I don't believe in..."

[alloriginalgradeabadass]

Who: Noah Puckerman
Where: The Synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or closed: Closed

It was late, and there were no services going on at the synagogue at this hour. Which was, in Puck's opinion, a perfect time to go. He had a few things to say to God that he was pretty damn sure wouldn't go over too well with a rabbi or the Jewish congregation of Etre Libre, and he needed to say his piece.

The fact was, as Puck walked the long sidewalk toward the synagogue, all he could think of was that it was too late. Too fucking late. Blaine couldn't possibly be coming now. Not if he'd killed himself. Maybe that was irrational, given how late in the game Kurt had arrived. Puck knew full well that time was extremely relative on the island... Hell, even his own wife... er... ex-wife, now, he supposed... had arrived on the island out of high school when he'd arrived while they were married, years down the road. It all fucked with his head, but the overwhelming feeling was simply that Blaine wasn't coming. Puck just somehow knew that it couldn't happen now.

( I go back to the loss of a real good friend, the sixteen summers I shared with him, now 'Only the Good Die Young' stops me in my tracks... )

[PM] to Kurt Hummel

[alloriginalgradeabadass]

Hey, Kurt... There's something you need to know. Mercedes just got here.

[CLOSED TO PUCK] "When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you."

[notchangingwithyou]

Who: Noah Puckerman and Lyla Garrity
Where: Outside the synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or Closed: Closed

Lyla was still dressed in scrubs, making her way home from a long shift at the medical centre. She loved being a nurse, and knew she was lucky to be able to do the job on the island once she had proven herself more than capable to Dr Chase. She had been on the island for over a year now, landing here after she had graduated from Vanderbuilt and was missing Texas like nothing else. She had a nasty fight with her father, who was trying to tell her where she should work now she was qualified, and Lyla basically told him to go fuck himself.

Next thing she knew, she was on the beach, being greeted by a hot Asian dancer who bought her a drink and explained everything to her. It had been a pleasant surprise to find both Tim and Jason there too. The three of them had set their past aside and re-built their friendship here on the island. It was nice. And honestly, Lyla loved it here. She was one of those lucky ones who really didn't want to go home.

She was checking Wavebook on her phone when she passed the Jewish synagogue and almost bumped into a guy exiting it... and he was crying. He was crying and trying to shield it, but he was still crying. "Hey... are you okay? Is there something I can do to help you?" she asked in concern, automatically reaching to touch his arm softly.