( dreaming ) -- open

[BENJI JAMES BADICA]

Everybody at St. Vlad’s knew about the crazy Badica guy. How could you not know that there was a guy that was certifiably nuts going to the same school as you? Most people wondered how the hell he was allowed within the school grounds. How could they allow him to attend school like everyone else? Actually the crazy guy himself didn’t even know why they still let him go to any kind of Academy after what happened back in London. Either it was the crazy speaking or Benji was pretty sure that his father was making sure he still was in school because Luther couldn’t handle having a nut for a son in his royal household.

However the crazy guy Benji was still attending St. Vlad’s after his transfer during his freshman year and is now in his senior year. It was a miracle to some people that he even got this far in his schooling, though they were forcing him to go to the bloody therapist even though Benji knew that going to that twat of a woman couldn’t solve what was really wrong. The only one that could keep the crazy at bay was Benji. If it was a cigarette, a drink, or something stronger it could keep him somewhat sane. So it was sanity in exchange for sobriety and Benji was willing to make that exchange.

Another odd thing that kind of kept the darkness and crazy away was concentrating on something and Benji’s particular favorite was coloring books. Yes Benji is a grown 18 year old guy, but who doesn’t love coloring books? Besides if someone told him to act his age or asked why the hell he was coloring in a coloring book Benji had a simple explanation that zipped people’s mouths right up. However Benji tried his best to not mention the crazy even though practically everybody knew about it. Speaking of coloring though, that was what Benji was doing right now, while sitting in the middle of a hallway.

People would walk by some would give him funny looks and others would just shake their heads and smile and then there were the people that tried to avoid him at all costs. Even though Benji is known as the nut of the school when he was in one of his better moods he had plenty of friends and those were the ones that would smile, but knew to avoid him at times like this. Whenever Benji was in the middle of doing something, like coloring interrupting him always got mixed reactions depending on his mood, which too was hard to predict. The people that avoided Benji are the ones that have had bad experiences with Benji, meaning they encountered him in one of his dark moods. The point is, even if Benji is crazy he still has a small amount of friends and acquaintances.

Though those people in the hallway were slowly diminishing seeing as it was time to go to classes, but Benji remained sitting in the hallway with a crayon in hand and a coloring book sitting on the ground in front of his crossed legs. Nobody bothered to tell Benji he should go to class because quite frankly they didn’t want to get thrown into one of his bad moods. People only talked to Benji when he initiated the conversation or interaction and the people that approached Benji first were always getting a mixed reaction. The hallway was now empty of any kind of people, known or unknown. However Benji remained in the hallway in his different clothes and wild blond hair making him even more than a tall 18 year old guy would if he were to be sitting in the middle of a hallway coloring like a child.

WORD -- 630
STATUS -- not finished
TAGGED -- open
OUTFIT -- torn black skinny jeans, no shoes, & yellow tank top
NOTES -- lallala

[VERONICA CHRISTIAN ESPOSITO]

outfit//benji//all time low//i am soooo being a thread hog haha

roni was held up in the office once again. "it was totally fair, he threw the first punch." it was always the same thing. roni in trouble for her most recent fight and this time it had been with three guys. "and then his friends joined in, not my fault i didn't get a scratch on me.' actually most of the injuries they had recieved were from her bracelet, little daggers all over it, she didn't get a chance to take it off when roni's comment earn her a punch in her stomach, everyone knew she could take it, but with her recent rib blow, she had to hit back. the brunette sunk into her seat, crossed her arms and shook her head.

they were already into the class time. she looked at the clock and rolled her eyes. how long would it take for her to get another detention and then kicked out. roni ran her hand through her brown hair. she always wore it down even in battle, somehow it helped her fight, kept her guard up. she only threw it up when she was studying or writing. she hit her shoes together and smiled at the little flamigos on the black vans, she thought they were cute at the time when she got them, and well they always put her in a good mood, she couldn't denied that and right now she needed something to keep her from punching another person.

she took the yellow paper and then a white slip that gave her the excuse to walk into class late, but it wouldn't have been surprsing, it was her signature. the writing on the paper was un-readable, but instead of trying to read it, she just stuffed the papers into her pockets. she grabbed her yellow backpack and left trying to remember which class she was supposed to be in. so she went wondering in the hall ways. roni smiled when she noticed a familiar face. he was a nut and well roni always enjoyed his presence. she walked over to him completely unphased by his reputation, actually she had gained one to be crazy, but she was just tempermental. roni got close, but stayed quiet.

the boy was once again in his own little zone and coloring in his book, she remembered once joining him, something about not being able to find the purple? she couldn't remember it was freshman year and wuite breif. she sighed and dropped her bag before slidding down the wall to sit next to him. she still didn't say anything, she was planning on waiting for him to address her. she just looked over his shoulder at his masterpeice before leaning against the wall and putting her head back. she was glad she didn't put her head up, it would make this quite uncomfortable. she moved her hair off her shoulders and went back to relaxing.

she crossed her legs in front of her and relaxed into the wall, she was missing, what class was it? she had to think about it. oh right some class dealing with guardian rules and stragdey. she shrugged the thought away and closed her brown make up free eyes and listened to the crayon scrape against the paper of the coloring book. she had learned it was his effective way of therapy and well roni couldn't blame him, the people here were a bit insane themselves and thought fixing problems with questions was the best idea. they learned the hard way that was not the deal with roni.

[BENJI JAMES BADICA]

Coloring really was an odd way for an 18 year old guy to spend his time. If someone didn’t know about him they would think that he was well… crazy? Ironic, huh? Unlike some crazy people Benji was fully aware that he could sometimes be out of his right mind, but he was the only one that knew why. It wasn’t because he had some genetic glitch or because he had a traumatic experience; it was because of his magic. He didn’t know when he first discovered that he could use spirit that it could affect him so badly, he practiced so much in such a short amount of time that the darkness started eating away at his brain. Nobody knew this though, not his parents, not his therapist, and no one.

Just as Benji was in the middle of coloring a tyrannosaurus rex with a purple crayon he heard footsteps in the hallway. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in the hallway, they were all supposed to be in class, it made him a little paranoid, but not as paranoid as some of those raving lunatics you see out there. Quickly looking over his shoulder he saw that it was only another student, a dhampir by the looks of her from a distance. Knowing that she wasn’t going to do anything to throw him off balance Benji turned back to his book and started coloring the sky lavender.

As the footsteps got closer Benji didn’t really notice that the crayon in his hand had picked up the pace as the footsteps got even more noticeable. The whole time Benji has been coloring a series of thoughts have gone threw his head, mostly pertaining to spirit and his questionable sanity. However even though Benji is rather mad he still worries about things that normal teenagers do, like tests and friends, but Benji just has his sanity to worry about on top of everything. Usually when Benji was coloring like this he wasn’t in one of his extreme moods the gray zone as he liked to call it, which to him was sometimes scarier than the darkness and light because he never knew when he was going to snap towards one extreme.

The footsteps stopped and Benji peaked through his mess of bleach blond hair to see who it was. Now even though his sanity was deteriorating that didn’t mean his mental capacity was. He fully remembered meeting this girl, her name was Veronica if he remembered correctly and he met her freshman year in a similar situation. However even though Benji knew the girl he looked at her for a few more seconds before deciding that she wasn’t some kind of hallucination that could possibly be happening. Sometimes Benji struggled to tell the difference between reality and what was going on in his head. He had heard of another spirit user that had a similar struggle, an Ivashkov if he recalled correctly that has been struggling to tell the difference between dreams and reality, a similar problem of Benji’s.

’ello Benji said in his British accented voice that he had developed after living in his homeland of England for 14 years of his 18 in life. You are Veronica am I righ’? Benji asked his voice hinting no signs of darkness or light, just an average tone. It made Benji on edge though, he didn’t want to get thrown off balance in this conversation, he wanted to stay at a normal level of sanity and actually hold a conversation. It was times like these where Benji sometimes wished that he never specialized at all instead of discovering spirit because this struggle to have a normal life could sometimes just be too much.

WORD -- 622
STATUS -- not finished
TAGGED -- open
OUTFIT -- torn black skinny jeans, no shoes, & yellow tank top
NOTES -- lallala