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Post by benjy on Nov 10, 2009 0:56:13 GMT
To say the least, the night had been a long one. Beneath the pier, the noise never stopped, and it amazed him that the people from the carnival above didn't hear it and come down to investigate. It was probably because of the fact that nobody cared or because they knew exactly what was going on and didn't want to get involved. Either way, it was a sad, sad thing. At some point during the night, Benjamin had fallen asleep against one of the other kids that had showed up last night. He didn't know his name, didn't know his age, didn't even know if he went to a public school around here or what, but what he did know about him was the fact that he was a decent kisser and that his stomache made a good pillow. The moment a pair of fingers brushed his fringe back off of his forehead, his eyes fluttered open, only to close against the sunlight that was streaming through the cracks in the boardwalk. He knew that his head was going to be pounding, and too a smart person, that would be enough to get them to quit the nasty habit of smoking pot, but Benjy wasn't a smart kid, or else he never would've started. The fact that he started to begin with was a sad, horrible thing.
Again, the fingers brushed against his fringe and instead of opening his eyes, this time he swatted the hand away, with a low grumble. "Don't touch me." Someone was in an even grumpier mood than usual, no? It took a moment before he felt ready to open his eyes again and when he did the dull ache in his forehead and behind his eyes returned, but it was something he would have to deal with. Once he was sitting up, he could see that it was later in the day than he had first believed. The fake blonde he had been using as a pillow sat up as well, and with a complete disregard for the previous warning that he had received, the blonde reached out to wrap an arm loosely around Benjy. It was an automatic reaction for the dark haired teen to scramble up to his feet and away from the blonde, and despite the fact that he had nearly faceplanted in the process, he wasn't embarrassed, and he kept walking at the same pace that he would normally use to walk away from someone.
A glance towards the carnival was all that the small kid needed to tell him that it was nearly noon. He knew this because of how the majority of the crowds were hanging around the food stands. The thought of food made him pull a face that expressed just what he thought about eating anything at the moment - if he wanted to avoid throwing up, it was better to keep all traces of food out of his system. He dug into his pockets for the keys as he reached the sleek black viper that had been sitting in the same spot since yesterday night. He popped the trunk and stripped his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the rough interior of the trunk, before pulling on a clean, fresh shirt. Next went his jeans and he wasn't even phased by the fact that he was standing in a pair of boxers and a shirt in the middle of a crowded parking lot. The only thing he cared about right now was getting out of his current clothes. He pulled out the pair of clean jeans and slipped into them, rethreading the yellow belt through the loops so that the purple skinny jeans wouldn't fall any lower than he actually wanted them. Closing the trunk, he went up to the driver seat and climbed in, turning the key over in the ignition as he closed the door and put on his seat belt.
The teen let the car idle for a moment as he dug in his glove box for some saline solution to sooth his itchy eyes. Everytime he would happen to sleep in his contacts, he'd wake up feeling like he had pink eye, and that was a very annoying thing. Finding the bottle, he tipped his head back and squeezed a few drops into each eye, before blinking once or twice and putting the bottle back into his glove box. It took him a moment before he decided exactly where he wanted to go, and so with his location in mind, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed onto the main road, only to turn almost as soon as he was on the road to hit a side road that lead towards the local park. The needle on the speedometer slowly inched up towards the sixty mark, which meant that it was time to slow down or shift gears. His decision? Well, he slowed down and stayed at the speed limit until he came to the park, where as he pulled up alongside the curb and climbed out, guitar in hand. He was a regular here at the park where he liked to play some random catchy tunes for the kids and let them put words to it, along with dance moves. It gave their parents a chance to chill and it gave Benjy a chance to practice. It was a win-win situation.
It was the moment that he walked past the fence that a little girl attached herself to his hand. She was no more than five or six years old, which was probably why she was so accepting of him, where as the older kids, who were ten or eleven, liked to keep back, because they understood what it meant when there parents said he dressed like a 'fag'. Of course, these people didn't know anything about him, so when they guessed he was infact gay, they had no idea just how right they were. A few of the other younger kids came over, but only for a minute, seeing as the little girl was staring at the other kids with an intense look that took everything. At the moment, Benjy was hers, and she wasn't going to share him with anybody until she was done dragging him over to her parents, who just happened to be two men. Yeah, the little girl was adopted and her parents were gay, which was probably why they gave Benjamin knowing smiles and let their daughter hang around him.
"Bwenny's here Daddy!" The child squealed, clearly excited at the fact. Her father just looked up from his book to nod and smile at them both, before looking back down. Her other Dad gave a fingertip wave, before going back to watch the kids play. Somehow, he managed to get his hand lose from hers, and once it was, he scooped the girl up and slung her over his shoulder lightly, heading in the direction of the mini rock climbing wall, where he sat her down, and watched as she scrambled up to the highest point. He handed the old acoustic guitar up to her, before pulling himself up, and taking a seat beside her, which earned disapproving clucks from a few of the parents. It amazed him at how people could judge someone that they didn't know based on how they dressed. Soon enough, the little girl scampered down and went off to play with a kid her own age, which left Benjy sitting alone on the top of the rock wall, plucking on random strings to make something that sounded half decent but wasn't recognizable to his own ear.
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Post by jace richard stevenson on Nov 10, 2009 1:56:26 GMT
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[/i][/color]ace had been up all night, and wasn't tired at all, he had been practicing his music, the music he absolutely had to know how to play, the music he could barely play yet. He would've slept, but as he was dozing in his ned, his alarm clock went off, and signaled a new day, which sent him groaning, face first onto the floor. He had stood and ventured into his shower, in which he scrubbed his tiredness away and all the dirt apon his small body, and was soon out, and journeying through his messy closet, searching for clothes to wear. which he found an hour latter, after going through his laundry room, he threw on the tight black pants and button up red, white, and more colored shirt, then slipped his red, black, and white studded blet around his waist, it still being small enough to show his black silk boxers. --- H[/i][/color]e just sighed and stepped into his hightops, and apon reaching his apartment door, grabbed his ipod, drumsticks, and phone, then journeyed into the hallway of his apartment building, a small smile gracing his lips. He jogged down the only set of stairs that was connected to his level, then exited the building all together. He then started walking, drumsticks sticking from his pocket, and listening to his ipod as he walked. Where should he go today that someone wont yell at him? The park! Eureka! He started at the direction of said place, grin gracng his lips, ipod on its highest volume. --- W[/i][/color]hy was he so happy today? Usually he would just have a small smile, and that was it, maybe it was his shampoo? No, he wasn't that conditioner. As he glanced around, he noticed the Starbucks, and he stopped there for a bit, ordering there strongest iced coffee to go, than was on his way again, a guy couldn't get enugh of his coffee. As he enetered the park, he smiled at a small girl, in a pink outfit, and waved at a few people, but screeched as his drumsticks were snatched from his pockets and were taken away by a young girl in a full on purple outfit. He laughed and chassed after her, knowing who she was, and having known her, and her mother, for a while. He quickly made it to her, and scooped her up, snatching his drumsticks back, and setting her back on the ground with a kiss to the cheek and a pat on the head. --- H[/i][/color]e put his drumsticks back in his pocket, and waved at her mother, a young blond woman holding another child in her arms, then started wandering around. He came to a small rockwall, where a younger male sat with a guitar, the first thing Jace had though, who was this person, and why did he seem so damn hot? So, he did the first thing that came to his messy haired head, he pulled a drumstick out and poked his foot, a huge grin on his face.[/blockquote] status[/i][/color] finished tagged[/i][/color] Benjy word count[/i][/color] I dunno notes[/i][/color] Bleh. Fail setting[/i][/color] Homeeee outfit[/i][/color] Outfit credits[/i][/color] keaaa[/blockquote] |
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Post by benjy on Nov 11, 2009 1:24:59 GMT
When he was zoned in on his music, it was pretty hard to catch his attention, which was probably why when the little girl crawled back up onto the top of the rock wall and sat herself down beside him, he didn't notice until she reached out and flicked him on the side of the head. He reeled away from the sudden thumping and blinked down at her with a confused expression, to which she only flashed him an innocent smile and snuggled under his arm, wrapping her own arms around his waist in a hug. "Daddy likes you. He says that if you were a babysitter you could watch me." She told him in a confidential whisper, which meant that Benjy had to lower his head so that he could actually hear her properly. "Oh? Well you're parents are cool people, but I've always got something to do on the weekends, and school through the week. Maybe once I graduate, okay?" He replied to her with a small smile, before ruffling her hair and situating the guitar in his lap so that he could go back to play despite the fact that the redhead was still leaning on him.
After a minute of just messing around with different strings and making something that sounded like a baby beating on a guitar, he actually went back to playing the unrecognizable tune that he had before. These were the times where he just let his fingers wander over the strings and played what he thought sounded good together from previous experience, and for one reason or another, the little girl liked it, and that was all the mattered. After all, she could've hated it and make sure he knew it. She could've demanded that he played something from some big star, but she didn't, she, along with the other kids who were running around and could actually hear him, were content with whatever he wanted to play for them. The little redheads father soon wandered over, and Benjy paused in his playing to pick his arm up so that she could slide down off of the edge of the rock wall and into her Dad's arms. "Did you want to join us for lunch Ben?" The man asked in an Irish accent that was fading the longer he stayed in the foreign country that he had moved too when he was younger. "Nah, but thanks anyways Mr. Jones." He replied in a polite tone, before looking back down to his guitar for a moment as he touched each of the strings, making sure they were in tune, or as in tune as he could get them by ear.
Yet again, he went back to playing but this time it was something that he had a name for, or well, he would eventually. The song he happened to be strumming out was one that Charlie had made. She had yet to actually put words to the music, but atleast the music was done, which was a step closer than he would ever get to making a song. The tone was happily upbeat, and it just begged for him to bob his head side to side abit as he played. When something, or better yet, someone poked his foot, Benjy's first instinct was to pull his feet up towards him, and then look down, but the moment he saw that grin on the other teens face, he couldn't help but grin back and return to his normal sitting position. Lightly, he poked the boy back with the toe of his shoe, as he cocked his head off to the side, the trademark action for when he was going to ask a question. "Hi there. I'm Benjy, who're you?" He chirruped lightly, obviously liking what he saw when it came to the other person. And it probably didn't hurt that the older teen seemed to have a good personality, if that smile on his face was anything to judge by.
Very carefully, he dropped himself back down to the ground, making sure to bend his knees to avoid waking up tomorrow morning with a sore back. The instant he was on the ground, he felt like a midget. Sure, the other person wasn't so much taller than him, but he was still taller than him, and that was pretty lame. Oh well, Benjy wouldn't let it get to him, after all, it wasn't like he was going to grow anymore. Shifting his guitar to his right hand, he ran his now free left hand through his dark hair so that it was mostly out of his hazel eyes, which were warm. Then again, when didn't the teen have a happy look on his face? There were very few times, and the times that he was sad, it didn't take much to cheer him up. Now him being upset or mad was a completely different story. A closed lipped smile appeared on his face almost naturally, as he looked up to the taller teen, letting his mind run blank and focus on him.
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