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« on: February 15, 2020, 06:24:03 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Oh, David was nervous. He didn't like being around large crowds. He found out who his 'valentine' was, scooped up a friendship petal, and stood to the side, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He watched the group, finding himself watching the limbo group. He would have gone over to see better, but he didn't want to end up roped into it. His pale brown eyes flickered between everybody who was here.

Without much thought, David's hands began to fan over his chest. He held the petal tight between his thumb and his palm, afraid to drop it, as he began to stim. He had a list of places he'd much rather be than here, but he didn't dare say anything. He wanted to enjoy this, so he tried to make himself do such. He looked around, until he happened across the pregnant woman.

There weren't many pregnant women he knew -- especially not in Bluestem, but Selena was one of them. Her name also happened to be the one just on the list across from his own. He griped the petal tight in his hand and marched over, weaving through the crows until he came up to her. He didn't directly approach her, and instead just sort of loomed behind her for a moment before he thrust his hand out, the petal between his fingers.

"This is, um... This is for you. It's for, uh, for friendship." He stuttered.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

Bluestem Prairie / Re: i know who you are now, [open ; angst]
« on: January 26, 2020, 05:48:18 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

[ooc ;; everything's good!! ^^]

He heard someone enter the house. Out of panic, David tried to haul himself to his feet, to try to push himself to get out. To escape. Run. Hide. Run. As he pushed himself up to his knees, he felt his arms shake and give out, and he ended up back on the ground anyway. He heard that someone step into the current room he was in and he wailed out again, through threateningly this time. He didn't want anyone near him. Not so soon after what he had gone through. He was scared.

Going to look for help, the rather large man had heard that earlier. Somewhere. He couldn't remember, his mind felt so foggy, he couldn't rack up the simplest of memories. He shook, giant hands grappling at the floor as he tried to get up again. His teeth bared as he felt blood trickle down his nose and drip onto his hands. He wanted to run. He wanted to hide. Obviously laying in the middle of the supposed living room and screaming to the gods above was not a good way of hiding.

Then he heard his name.

And it was like he got punched in the gut.

The man before him was right -- that was his name -- but who the hell was the man standing in front of him. Some distant memory tugged, screamed, and kicked at the fog that clouded everything. It was like he knew him, but, no matter how hard he tried, like grasping at falling hands, the memory of knowing this man ran faster than his grip.

Even as the man called out the front door. A name popped up. Brock. He fumbled out the word, but as soon as it formed in his mouth, the name was forgotten, and it came out half the man's name and half a low groan. He pulled himself to at least sit on his rump, his hands shakily coming to his blood-matted hair. He had been hit rather hard over the head. He felt sticky. His hands felt sticky. His head felt sticky. He didn't like it.

Then, as the other man came in - briefly, asked him a question, disappeared, but came back, anxiety set in. His heart slammed in his chest as the whole deal of forgetting everything came to him roughly. His hands began to move, to fan, over his chest. He tensed his jaw as he began to stim, trying to calm down and avoid crying. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know who these people were -- he forgot. He couldn't remember anything.

"I don't know," he sobbed. "I don't know."

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

Bluestem Prairie / i know who you are now, [open ; angst]
« on: January 19, 2020, 01:31:46 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

[OOC ;; Prompt: Injury + Amnesia
Trigger warnings that may be included in this:
-Head trauma/injury
-Memory loss
-Commercial violence, possibly
-More will be added as the thread moves along]

He didn't know how it happened. Or, rather, understand what happened. One moment there was violence. Anger. Confusion. No, not confusion- at least not as far as he was aware. Something was happening- a riot of some sort? A revolution? Or was it the opposite? Was someone- a higher up? Was someone with a higher position lashing out on them?

Or was he the only one angry? Was he the only one spinning out of control?

Either way, he couldn't remember how it went down. One moment he had a hold of someone. He was angry, his giant hands tight around something. And then it hit. His head was on the ground and the world was spinning. He struggled to breathe. To stay conscious. To get to his feet and stumble away from the action.

Was he the one who started it? Was he being cruel? Or was he a coward by starting a fight and running away? Did they start it? Were they throwing things at him, or was he imagining things? He couldn't wrap his damn head around anything that had happened.

Even now, as he lay on the floor of his house he "claimed". He didn't know how long he'd laid here; head quite possibly bleeding, seeping into the floorboards. He had probably wailed and cried, but he couldn't say he did. His head hurt all the same. His face was wet all the same. His giant hands scrabbled at the floor all the same.

Either way, David Benson couldn't remember anything.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Water sounded like the apple from God's tree; it seemed too good to be real. He swallowed, his dry throat producing no saliva. He looked at the flask, he didn't care if it was water or not. He just needed something to quench his ever growing thirst. He grabbed the flask -- probably a lot more aggressively than he meant; he was always bad at knowing his own strength -- and chugged the water. His lazy lips struggled to hold the water in his mouth, and it dribbled down his chin.

He finally pulled the flask back and offered it to Cyanide, a sorry look on his face for drinking nearly all of the offered water. He expected a slap on the wrist for it. He cringed back, waiting for Winston to lash back at him. He'd been so used to that. Instead, David focused on Frank, wide pale eyes studying him for a moment. How long have you been walking for?

Was he walking, or was he running?

Walking or running?

From what?

He croaked, "I don't know."

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Upon someone coming up to him, David let out a startled noise. He almost fell over again. He stepped back, lips curled as he drew up to his full height, attempting to scare the stranger off, but he coughed and curled forward again. He really couldn't be intimidating when he was like this. However, he'd been worse off, of course. He's always been worse off.

His eyes seemed to not focus. Perhaps he was dehydrated. Yes, that would make sense. His eyes snapped up to Frank when he spoke to him, and as he went to reply, nothing came out but a feeble noise. He looked shocked. He swallowed. He swiped at his sweat.

Even upon Roman speaking, David could not muster a word. He flickered his gaze quickly between the two, fear on his face, before he cleared his throat with a rather rough, almost hostile sort of bark. He wasn't evil, he was just afraid, and fear did dangerous things. He stepped back again, trying to figure out where to start.

"Thirsty, I'm- I'm thirsty." He finally spoke out, his voice deep and grating, like he'd been awoken from a thousand year slumber. He might as well have.

He had an accent, Boston, faint though noticeable. And he slurred. Perhaps the way his jaw slightly seemed crooked and unhinged on the left had to help with that. Oh, what a mess he was.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Reaching the border felt like a relief for a split second. He husked out, feeling his legs shake as he reached for somewhere to lean against. His hands failed to find something and, oh, he fell on his knees. He gasped upon the impact and remained still, hands splayed on the ground, as he struggled to breathe. His eyes were wide, staring hard at his hands as the world spun. He was so thirsty.

Eventually, he slowly stood up, breathing in heavily to catch his breath. His foot moved back to catch himself before he'd fall again, and he stared into the town that he happened across. When did he come across this? He wiped at his brow, letting a soft low groan leave him and he stood straight. He found safety.

Hopefully, of course.

His trust leaned on his shoulder and whispered doubts in his ear, telling him to just turn and keep going, but his stubborn soul decided to keep going.

Perchance his intimidation could scare off anything hostile.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn


(my art!)
full name
 ❧ david benson
 ❧ "big lug", "teddy bear", "daddy (by daughter)"
 ❧ he/him
❧ 35
❧ 05/15
❧ boston

romance status
❧ n/a (available!)
sexual orientation
❧ demisexual
romantic orientation
❧ panromantic
❧ n/a (available!)

❧ 8'5"
❧ 430 lbs
❧ really built, quite massive, not fat but definitely a strongman physique
hair length
❧ really long
hair type
❧ curly/wavy
hair colour
❧ dirty blonde, but due to grime and such, it is a dark brown
skin colour
❧ pale
eye colour
❧ a pale brown
facial shape
❧ his jaw is square, and he has a wide chin
nose shape
❧ his nose is pear shape: thin at the bridge and rather wide at the tip
lip shape
❧ the top lip is curved and thin, whereas the bottom lip is round and thick.
other marks
❧ a "beta" tattoo on both his ankles
❧ he has (acne) conglobata and vulgaris
physical disabilities
❧ his back is all sorts of out of whack, it hurts to do a lot of things for him. his back teeth have rotted. his jaw is dislocated and he refuses to let anyone put it back

top attire
❧ typically he prefers not to wear anything because he feels like he's suffocating, but tank tops and really really loose v-necks
bottom attire
❧ grey sweatpants, they're generally the only thing that fits
over attire
❧ just a pair of ratty sneakers that are falling apart
❧ n/a
❧ n/a

positive personality
❧ (WIP)
negative personality
❧ (WIP)
mental disabilities
❧ (WIP)


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