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Post by benjamin kraig daniels on May 30, 2009 15:48:16 GMT -5
 If all our life is but a dream Fantastic posing greed Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea For diamonds do appear to be Just like broken glass to me
Benjamin packed up his laptop. He was lucky that his mother had allowed him to use one. He usually did some online work when he had been home schooled and plus she figured that since the world was turning into a electronically dependent place she figured he should at least get some skills on using it. He wasnt allowed to play games on it though and the only music he had on there was christian or well that music in general. He didnt mind, his favorite was Sanctus Real.
He grabbed his things and headed up to room twenty-one. That was the room hed been told and shown earlier when he was on the tour. Biting his lip he hefted his beg to a more comfortable position, wishing he still had his wheeled luggage. The stupid thing had broken and hed been in a hurry so he didnt get any to replace it. now hed have to deal without the wheels. Whatever, he was no weakling, so he could handle it.
He was relieved when he finally came upon the door. He wasnt sure if he should knock again and figured even though he was living there he should still be polite. He knocked a couple times onto the door. Licking his lips he gave a couple minutes. It didnt seem anyone was answering so he just shrugged figuring he could walk in, he did have the right now. He just kind of felt bad, it wasnt really his place, he was knew and whoever his roomate was had been there longer then him. He still felt like he was intruding.
He took a deep breath and then walked in. THe room was dark and silent. He was relieved and yet disappointed at he same time. Ben glanced around, his hand feeling the wall till he found the light switch, turning it on. He was relieved to find the room was spotless. He grinned. At least his roommate was clean, thats good. Cleanliness is close to godliness. Maybe this wouldnt be so bad. He was definitely hoping for the best.
He walked past the bed that was obviously on the side of the room that had stuff on it and set his stuff down on the other one. He glanced around again taking it all in. It wasnt all that extravagant, but... it was new. It was new and he wasnt sitting at his parents home in his room with no one to talk to. He was alone... technically, and rooming with a stranger no less. Its amazing how this happened. he never though in a million years this would be happening. He felt a little liberated, but at the same time that thought left him. This was not a vacation.
Not that he thought it should be. He had never really felt suffocated by his upbringing. He had never gotten a chance to see what life was like outside of his upbringing so he had no reason to feel suffocated or like hed been grown to follow a purpose his parents wanted only for him and that he knew nothing about his true self because of it.
Benjamin had set about getting things set up, putting stuff away in the places he wanted. He had turned on his little cdplayer. Sanctus reals' 'alone' song came on and hes tarted singing quietly to it. He didnt have a bad voice he just wasnt all that confident about it so he never sang aloud.
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Post by carson cain walker on May 30, 2009 21:57:12 GMT -5
Carson had already downed his last drink for the night. He had gone to the club fully intending to pass out, but he had come just short of that mark. Instead he stumbled toward the exit, mumbling something about loose girls. He stopped before exiting, turned the the poor girl who happened to be next to him and said, "GOOD GOD, WOMAN, WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DRESS?! BRITTANY SPEARS?!" At that point Carson felt a searing pain flow from his cheek to the rest of his body. The girl obviously had slapped him and stormed off. His headache destroyed any sort of reasoning skills that he might have. Carson frowned, rubbing his cheek. "Damn, has she never seen the music video for toxic?" He narrowed his eyes at the people around him. "Okay, you all know that girl looked like a whore. Don't look at me like that." With a groan of disapproval Carson pushed through the people and headed out into the fresh air. That was just what he needed.
Where was he even going? Carson couldn't really remember. Still, he continued to walk in a drunken daze, no doubt swerving everywhere. He closed his eyes and paid for it immediately, running into a light post. "SHIT!" He exclaimed loudly as he raised his hand to his head. Carson stumbled back a few paces trying to get his vision. He glared at the post as he continued to walk by it. "Bitch..." He muttered under his breath as if the post could understand him. Carson heaved a heavy sigh as he motioned for a cab. One finally stopped. Carson opened the door and slipped in, "Camden. SHIT!... wait... yeah- is it? I- oh.... wait... no! Don't GO YET! Yeah... it's Camden. Camden, camden, camden... yeah... sounds right... take me there" As the cab driver pulled off Carson slumped down into the seat with a grin. He chuckled to himself at his thoughts. Silly thoughts, he could never keep them straight when he was drunk.
"Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you'll see into your imagination." Carson paused, knitting his brows together. "Skipping the part I don't know." He then started back singing with, "If you want to view paradise... well too fucking bad it's not in Chicagooooo." Carson giggled as the cab pulled to a stop. "Not a bad ride." Carson said with a laugh. "Too bad your cab smells like SHIIIIIITE." He managed to pay the driver and start walking slowly toward the dorms. Carson knew that if he walked slowly he would be able to make it without falling. Licking his lips, Carson pushed the door open leading into the dorms. Most people at Camden knew that when Carson was drunk he was no person to mess with. There was really no telling about Carson. He was moer unpredictable drunk than ever when sober. Most people would steer clear.
Carson stopped randomly, turning his head to look at a boy that happened to be standing in the hall way. "Did you just look at me funny?" Carson questioned in a rude tone. Despite the fact that the boy shook his head no, Carson continued, narrowing his eyes. "I think you jsut looked at me funny." Carson's eyes grew dark and angry, "Fucking look at me like that again. I dare you. I'll rip those fucking eyes right out of your head." Carson huffed and began to walk towards his room. "Mother fucker..." Carson mumbled under his breath as he finally reached his room. For a moment Carson just sat there, leaning against the wall, hoping the door might just miraculously open itself. But there was no such luck. Carson pulled out his key and fumbled to open the door... only to find that it was already opened. Carson raised an eyebrow, pushing the door open the rest of the way.
Immediately Carson noticed something different about the room. His eyes scanned over, noticing more stuff in the room. Then Carson's eyes landed on the intruder. His lips firmed as he let the door close behind him. "Who the fuck are you?" He turned away from the guy, running his fingers through his hair. "Whatever. I'm too young to be raped. So if you're here for that... go to jail or something. If you here to steal my shit... I don't buy anything over five dollars that isn't beer... so good fucking luck." Carson stayed in defensive position, his hands placed on his bony hips. "Well?" Carson mused, his tone relatively calm. "STATE YOUR PURPOSE, GOD DAMMIT." his jaw firmed, the alcohol from earlier still affecting him a lot.
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Post by benjamin kraig daniels on May 31, 2009 21:12:34 GMT -5
And then she said she can't believe Genius only comes along In storms of fabled foreign tongues Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs Northern downpour sends its love
Benjamin finished putting his clothes away. He glanced over at the other side of the room trying to get a feel for what his roommate was like. He had hoped hed been there when he showed up, but it would see he would be meeting him later. He was glad for the small bed side table he had. Opening up the drawer he reached into his beg pulling his bible out. Running his fingers smoothly over it he placed it into the drawer, placing his rosary beads on top of it before closing the drawer.
He was pulling his drawing book and pencils out when he heard someone at the door. He had stood up about to move to it when it opened revealing a guy. He wasnt all that balanced and benjamines first thoughts were that he was injured. are you okay? died on his lips as the guy came into the room demanding who he was. Ben winced at the hard use of language.
"Hi im... he was rudely cut off as the guy turned away, seeming to not hear him and went on about being too young to be raped and then changed to him being there to steal. Every curse word had him wincing and he looked away from the boy. How could someone be so crude so often in one sentence.
It wasnt till he had looked at him again that the guys face became a little familiar, like hed seen him before. The guy was staring at him now, his stance defensive as he demanded him to tell him who he was. He was not having a very good starting out. He hadnt known what to expect coming here, but this was probably one of the scenarios that fell under awful.
Benjamin put his chin up, he could get through this, his blue green eyes determined as he gave him a smile. "Well... my name is Benjamin daniels. I am your new roomate"he set his things down and stepped forward, holding his hand out to him. "Its a pleasure to meet you....?" he raised his brows waiting for the guy to offer up his name as well.
He hoped that this was the guy that lived here and not one of the guys friends or even someone that was in the wrong room. That would be incredibly embarrassing, but it was okay he had no idea it would be an easy mistake.
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Post by carson cain walker on Jun 1, 2009 22:50:21 GMT -5
Carson narrowed his eyes at the boy as he introduced himself. Was this kid for real? He closed his eyes, thinking that maybe it was some weird dream he was having because of the alcohol. He licked his lips, relizing that maybe this wasn't a dream. Benjamin Daniels? Naturally carson's mind took the wilder path. He hoped the guy was related to Jack Daniels so he could like get free beer for life or something. But no- that didn't appear to be the case. Something seemed off about the guy and Carson wasn't so sure he wanted to figure it out. Looking Benjamin up and down, Carson rolled his eyes, not even bothering to shake the boy's hands. "Great, my new roommate's a fucking pansy." The comment was directed more toward himself, but it was loud enough for Benjamin to hear it.
Moving toward his closet Carson stripped off his shirt and folded it neatly before putting it in the hamper. God, he was such a clean freak it wasn't even funny anymore. It wasn't so bad when he was younger, but over the years it had progressed to a point where he just couldn't stand not being clean. He then pulled another shirt from his closet, sliding it on. Carson then unashamedly pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers. He didn't like to sleep in pants. They were pretty contricting and he just didn't like it. He turned to look at Benjamin with a raised eyebrow before he turned back, folded his pants, and placed them on top of the shirt he had taken off. Carson then looked back at Benjamin as if he expected the boy to magically disappear.
"Alright, fine, you're my new roommate, then... so here's a few ground rules." Carson said, placing his hands on his hips. "One, don't touch my shit. Two, you rat on me for any of the rules I break and it will be off with your head. Three, my bed is completely off limits." He knew that most people wouldn't break those anyway, but he didn't care. Carson didn't want to miss anything. He moved back toward his bed, turning down the neatly made sheets. "The name is Carson Walker." He said finally. "Don't think that just because you're my roommate I'm going to be super nice to you or anything. You're gonna get treated just the same as I treat every other fucking person on the planet."
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Post by benjamin kraig daniels on Jun 4, 2009 16:07:42 GMT -5
Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don't you go down Sugarcane in the easy mornin' Weathervanes my one and lonely
Ben wasnt sure what to do. He frowned as he heard Carsons underhanded comment. He wasnt a pansy. Seriously he hadnt done anything yet and already his roommate was branding him. Was it like this all over or did he just get the misfortune of being put in this one instance. No, he couldnt think of it as a misfortune. If this is what god gave him then it must be for a reason. Maybe he wanted to make sure he would be strong enough for when he graduated and wanted to take care of kids that would obviously have tempers and such.
Then carson did something that he hadnt expected. Of course Ben hadnt even thought to that far. He should have though, knowing he was sharing a room with another boy, but it just wasnt the first thing on his mind. Though as Carson pulled his shirt off and then his pants unabashedly Bens cheeks flamed and he blinked. He should have turned around right away, but hed just been a bit stunned that someone just stripped right in front of him. It didnt matter that it was just a guy or that he still had his boxers on.
Ben had never been around someone barely dressed not even for pools. His mother wouldnt let him go to pools, he didnt even know how to swim. His mother said it was a breeding ground for disease and sex. Ben had always wondered but then figured he should stop wondering about swimming and be thankful for other things he had and could do.
He looked up just as carson looked at him and he whipped around, so his back was to carson, his face still burning and he brought a shaky hand up to his cheek and forhead hoping to god Carson hadnt seen. He doubted carson wouldnt care, probably would be laughing at him but that was just one more thing carson would have to laugh at him about. He just really wanted to get along with Carson. He was his roommate after all.
Ben chanced a glance over at carson when he started to talk, but saw he was still in his boxers. He bit his lip and nodded, his eyes focusing on his own bed. He really didnt see why he had to point out the bed thing. WHy would he be in carsons bed that was just off limits in general. He heard him with his blankets and he turned and sat on his own bed. "oh..' he frowned further and bit his lip. "Is this how you treat the world?' he asked wondering if this is what he mant all the time or if he meant something else.
"I .. just.. I think we could be friends if you let us" he added on as an afterthought. He just didnt want carson to write their possible friendship off. I mean... well I just... You must be tired which is why you're so ... grumpy" he offered not sure if that was it at all, but he was too naive to know that the strong smell emanating off of carson was alcohol and cigarettes smoke "just... I mean yeah okay.. well maybe ill talk to you in the morning' he finally looked up hoping carson was in bed the blankets over him.
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Post by carson cain walker on Jun 5, 2009 16:28:36 GMT -5
Carson wasn't sure if he should focus on the fact that the guy had blushed or not. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if this guy was for real. Choosing not to rail in on the blushing thing, he took it as a sign that the guy had to turn away from him. That meant that Carson had already done his job with intimidating. Any more than necessary would probably drive the kid insane. He snapped his head up when Ben asked if this was how he treat the world.
Narrowing his eyes, Carson huffed, "Damn right this is how I treat the world." He spat, "Why should I care about the world? It doesn't fucking care about me." That was something that Carson felt strongly about. Not one person would ever be able to convince him otherwise. Carson was dead set on believing the the world wasn't worth believing in. Hiis father helped drill that into his head at a very young age. It was the reason Carson had been so anxious to find any escape that made him feel good... then he found Alex.
Licking his lips, Carson slipped into bed, pulling the sheets up over him. "Well, you see, the problem is that I don't think we can be friends." Carson said, staring at the ceiling. "I don't have friends. I have people I can stand and people I can't. As of right now you're leaning pretty strongly toward can't stand. But we'll see how things go." By that Carson meant that things probably wouldn't go. He didn't think it would get any better for the poor guy who was unlucky enough to become his roommate.
Carson didn't think he would be changing any time soon. "You just keep thinking it's because I'm tired. Right now it's because I'm drunk and there's a fucking person in my room that wasn't here before. Real nice. God damn I need a cigarette." He grumbled, burrying his face in his pillow. Carson barely heard what the other guy had said about talking to him in the morning. Carson didn't think the guy would be talking to him in the morning, but he didn't feel like saying anything about it.
Carson finally just passed out. He had been waiting for it all evening. It was pathetic that Carson had gone to a club with pure intention to get wiped out. He wanted to get so drunk he blacked out and had nothing to worry about. Then he wouldn't be able to remember anything clearly. Dreams would be blurry and unreasonable instead of clear and shocking. Now Carson would have nothing to badger him. Usually the ritual would go that Carson would come into his room screwed up, thinking about how miserable, fucked, alone, and useless he really was. Such thoughts usually kept him up and drove him to really think unreasonably.
Those were the moments when Carson would text Peter and unleash hell on the poor kid. Peter had it so good. A lot of times it made Carson jealous how so many people seemed to faun over Peter. Peter this an Peter that. Isn't Peter great? It made Carson tired. Sure he was partly glad his brother got some good attention after 19 years of shit. But Carson knew Peter got everything. Peter had been lucky enough to find love at one point. Carson still thought that was far off for him.
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