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OOC Discussion / Re: look at you, weird ass looking creature - david,
« on: October 15, 2020, 11:53:47 AM »
SUBJECT SUBMIT TO THE CLICK CLICK OF MY TONGUE
YOUR TEETH ARE AS SHARP AS THE MOUTH OF A GUN!
SURRENDER YOUR NUMBERS AND COUNT BACK TO ONE
HOW CLOSE?
A LITTLE MORE
david benson

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Bluestem Prairie / Re: [ it might be your last / o, joining ]
« on: September 28, 2020, 02:48:31 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David had been taking a stroll along the border, saddle training Oasis. He wasn't riding her now, holding onto her reins and just walking with her. Her head reared back suddenly, making the man gasp and hold onto her reins tighter. She exhaled sharply through her nose, turning her attention to the big man. He hesitated his grip on her reins, but she relaxed and snorted.

"Right..." He spoke softly.

Oasis resumed walking with him, her giant hooves leaving dust clouds with every step. She wasn't used to wearing a saddle or having reins on, or even the bit in her mouth. She turned her head and whinnied when she sensed a stranger near by, and turned sharply, causing David to stumble with the sudden turn and he lost grip of the rein, trying to catch himself before he fell over. She was quite strong, even for him.

Oasis' whinnies turned alarmed, head raising and her lip lifting as she stomped her hooves. David dusted himself off and grabbed her reins, reaching up to brush his hand on her nose to relax her. The draftie looked down at him and bucked her head, avoiding the man. It was then David saw why she got defensive. A stranger--a kid, more likely, just older than his own daughter--was arriving just on the horizon.

"Hello there," David greeted, his voice loud enough to be heard, instead of him having to yell. "What are you doing out here?" He asked as he neared the kid despite the horse's nips of protest on his shirt.

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / Re: heartaches by the number - o,
« on: August 27, 2020, 02:28:24 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

The silence that ensued was making David's nerves flame, he stared hard at the ground, unable to move even as a tear rolled down his cheek, across his lips, and off his chin to his hand on his knee. He wanted to be alone, he knew he shouldn't have come here, this was a bad idea. The world began to spin and he wanted to put his hands over his ears to block out -- what? The quiet? It would still be too quiet if he covered his ears, wouldn't it?

Yet, when Roman spoke, it felt like the silence, which was becoming all too much, still remained. Buzzing. Heavy. David's chest rose and fell, a loud exhale leaving his nose. He twisted his hand in his pant leg and glanced up at the blond. He didn't know of Roman's near-execution, and thought that Roman wouldn't know what it was like. A selfish thought, yes. David hated thinking. He wanted to scrape his memories clean and start all over. He didn't want to be here. He heaved a sigh and looked back down at his hands.

"What was she like?" Where would he start? She was his world. He ran his hands down his legs and breathed through parted lips. "She, uh. She was like the sun. Her smile would brighten up a whole room alone. Her eyes were like the ocean, such a beautiful blue. She...there's a lot of her in Roxanne, y'know? She was stubborn but she cared so deeply. For me, for our baby.She-," he hesitated.

Did they really want to know this? Did either of them know what it was like? Walking back into their bedroom after checking on their crying baby to find the love of their life gone? To feel her still-warm hand growing cold while the world rushed to their head when they hit the floor? To feel their world crumble around them as their baby begins to cry again.

David looked at his hands again.

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / Re: heartaches by the number - o,
« on: August 13, 2020, 10:01:21 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David sat with his hands on his thighs, head tilted down, motionless for a while. His hands were trembling in his lap, coming together to wring his fingers. He felt awful, worse than he had since he lost his daughter. His fingers pulled a strand of hair from his face, pulling it behind his ear. He didn't even notice he was being followed, so hearing Brock's voice made the man whirl around, hands shooting to the ground to keep him stable as he swung his body, going from sitting on his legs to having one knee on the ground, the other raised like he was kneeling in proposal.

Except he was kneeling to run, if need be. For some reason, the man thought that this was bad, and that Brock was going to be mad -- a lot of things David found himself doing made him feel anxious about Brock's ideals. Possibly it was because the man was just so imposing. The big man's chest fell and rose rapidly, albeit subtly. His eyes studied the man for a second, hanging on to every word, before he relaxed, shoulders slumping and his other knee hitting the ground all too roughly to not have hurt. His broad shoulders shook for a moment, and his hand came up to his face to wipe across his cheek.

"It's been... twelve years," he spoke so softly, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

David turned his attention to Roman when he noticed the young man standing there, and he nodded to him as he wiped at his face with the collar of his shirt. He couldn't let these people see him cry, he couldn't let anyone see. He felt almost embarrassed to have them see him in such a state. He rubbed his legs, breathing through his mouth before a look of near-aggression crossed his face at the question. As soon as it came, it disappeared, instead being replaced by a look of longing. Of a lost wanderer, almost. He inhaled shakily.

While David thought the question was harsh, he could not put blame on Roman. David was the same sometimes, finding himself being more blunt than he meant to, and instead of being angry -- he would have been at any other person at this time, he thought, simply because of Roman's hierarchy -- he nodded to the man. He brushed his brown hair from his face with a shaking hand that, no matter how much he tried, could not be steeled.

"I had a fiance, once," he started out slow, finally looking up at Roman, "probably hard to believe, right? Well, she was... the best. She's Roxanne's mom."

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / heartaches by the number - o,
« on: August 03, 2020, 02:54:31 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David didn't usually like to dwell on the past; it brought up too many upsetting memories. Losing his daughter, even if he got her back in the end, was just the cherry on top of the crumbling, barely held-together cake. He wandered a bit from the house, leaving Roxanne by herself for the time being; she was an adult, he figured, she didn't need him glued to her side. That is, of course, if she was planning to cause problems. From there, then obviously David would stay with her.

Now, he was heading somewhere hopefully discreet, a bundle of flowers in his giant hands as he walked quicker than normal. He didn't want to be spotted, though it was hard not to see the big man no matter how hard he tried to hide. He kept his head down, hair in his face, as if that would, too, hide him. He was the only mountain of a man in Bluestem, he wasn't very good at hiding. His broad shoulders and barrel chest and round stomach made it difficult to hide behind trees, and his height made him stick out like a sore thumb.

So that left him with speed walking, going at a pace that one would have if they were jogging. He was striding across the field, coming to a more quiet location he had his eye on for a while and found there to be no activity in that area. He bunched up flowers that he got himself, tied them with a nice ribbon -- admittedly his handiwork was bad, but he couldn't help that with those big fingers -- and set out.

He stood at the area, now, where a rock was set. He placed it there himself, though no name spread across the smooth surface. Not for now, anyway. He sat down on his heels and placed the bundle of flowers down, his thumb tracing across the rock. He glanced over his shoulders a few times to make sure he was truly alone before he finally, fully, focused his attention on the rock and the bundle of flowers. He traced his thumb along his bottom lip, shakily pressing a lip to the pad before he pressed said thumb against the rock. A kiss.

He was mourning. He did not need to; it had been well over ten years since the love of his life had passed, but he felt guilty enough to have to set up a small grave for her now. "I miss you, Lavinia."

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / Re: even though you have [open] good intentions
« on: July 21, 2020, 01:16:07 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David ran his hand up and down her snout, softly talking to her for a moment longer until he heard Jamie. He turned his attention to him, voice going abruptly quiet. He glanced back at the massive horse, who had turned her careful attention to Jamie and, by extension, Paisley. She snorted and lowered her head to eat at the grass by David's feet. Her mane was tangled, twigs broken and stuck within the frizzy hair. The feathering at her feet shared the same fate, gone fizzy and tangled.

David nodded as he studied the mare, she was gorgeous, her front legs had dark feathering, her back with light, and her mane was a dark grey. Distantly, David wondered if her hair was a different colour like his own under dirt and whatever else might be stuck to it. She had light freckles across her flanks. She would look really pretty after a nice wash, he thought.

"I think I will keep her," he nodded as he studied the mare.

She was obviously not starving, but she was hungry, greedily picking up the grass blades and even slightly pushing David out of the way to get at the ones he was standing on. He reached up to rub the back of his neck as he looked back at Jamie and Paisley, then turned his attention to the fence with guilt on his face.

Although he did not break it, he still felt bad. "I'll fix the fence, too."

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / even though you have [open] good intentions
« on: July 13, 2020, 11:55:25 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

The stress of Flintlock was a lot for the large man. He often found himself busy near the barns, looking over the horses recently. He never was fond of them, but as he ended up growing to be bigger than most horses, that fear vanished. Somewhat. The void behind their eyes still left so much room for plans that David was not ready for. He pat his hand against one of the horse's necks, then left her to head into the yard. Off on the edge he spotted something that caught his eye, and instead of calling for anyone, he set off to look.

The man was fairly easy to spot, regardless of how hard he tried to hide. He was massive, a figurative mountain of a man with broad shoulders, a barrel chest, and massive arms. He was a strongman, and it showed in his round gut and massive legs, too. He was surly not someone to be messed with, but the man had a bleeding heart that wouldn't stop if he hurt someone by accident.

So the horse that had been grazing at the edge of the fence noticed the oncoming man and raised her head. Like himself, her mane was a mess -- knotted and wild. She was roan coloured, with a pale snout and dark legs. Her eyes, amber, did not hold the same hidden secrets. She studied the man like he had to be worthy to be near her. She snorted, pushing her nose into the air and stomped one of her mighty hooves.

It was then David realized that, much like their hair, she was also near damn built the same. She was stocky, with wide shoulders and a round stomach. She was not a Clydesdale, but she nearly looked like one. He wondered what she was. He held his hand out, trying to make himself seem as friendly as possible. David knew he couldn't outrun the horse if she were to turn on him, but it was worth a shot.

Especially when, after judging him for what felt like hours, she pushed her nose into his palm and exhaled.

Success.

"Hi, girl. What's your name? What, ah, what are you doin' out here? Didn't I put you all i- oh," his eyes trailed along the fence to see the damage she had caused to it to get in. "O- oh. You're wild," he breathed.

Oh, how the hell was he going to bring her up to Brock?

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / Re: honey , honey . * intro.
« on: July 06, 2020, 12:24:15 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David wasn't really up for having a walk around, but he figured he'd finally pull his weight around for once. So he took a walk, looking for somewhere to help out. He'd been in the gardens often lately, helping with the vegetables, and decided to try his luck at anything else he may be somehow good at.

And that landed him at the stables.

The giant man loomed in the doorway of the barn for a moment, looking out into the field to notice a blonde girl and a horse. He headed towards her, hands coming up in his chest to ring his fingers together as he inched closer. It was obvious he was anxious meeting someone new, but he sucked in a breath and stood a bit away.

"Hi," he spoke briskly, voice harsher than he meant. "Ah, sorry. Hello. I- uh, I'm David." He didn't offer his hand to shake yet, as his pale brown eyes were on the horse.

David wasn't quite a fan of horses, as he feared of accidentally hurting one. His brown hair was a right mess; he didn't have time to comb it out this morning, and he didn't mind it a knotty, wavy mess anyway. He didn't like his hair being tugged at. The big man turned his attention to Annalise for a moment, as if he had just registered she was there.

"What's yours? I- uhm, I don't believe we've, y'know, uh, met. Before."

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / Re: ❝ cold as ice — meeting [06/27] . ❞
« on: June 30, 2020, 08:49:59 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David felt like he took up half the room when he was present. He had taken to sticking to a corner and sitting on a stool away from everyone -- both because he felt he was always in the way, and because he didn't want to be near anyone sometimes. He rapped his fingers against the table, he didn't like it in here sometimes. He would very much rather be at home, with Roxanne, and after their reunion, it felt almost too good to be true to have her back.

Admittedly, he thought, she was not a little girl anymore. She was tall -- almost as tall as him, and she had an attitude he could only compare to a burning fire that only got stronger no matter how many times you tried to put it out. However, he thought with a small spite of satisfaction, she was still his little girl, and he was still her whole world, because she never once turned that burning flame on him.

Thinking about it, David mused, she hasn't left his side, either. He glanced at her, sitting in a chair beside him, drinking apple juice and giving others near her a skeptical or rather unpleasant looks when they passed by or laughed too loud. The large man sipped at his water and looked up at Brock with a slightly raised brow, his attention now drawn to the man at front. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Roxanne's head shoot up to look in Brock's direction as well.

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 09/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7;6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth ; his jaw is obviously dislocated, but he won't let anyone touch it to put it back in

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson and charles benson ;; both parents are alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister is alive
> roxanne benson ;; alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (delta)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

10
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

He could tell he was being studied but he didn't care, he wanted to see his baby again. He didn't hesitate as he followed Roman, trying to force himself to slow down his wide steps as he followed the shorter man. He was buzzing with all sorts of emotions -- excitement, worry, anger, apprehension, skeptic, he couldn't quite place just one and stick with it. He wanted to see her so bad. He wanted to run, to find her, but he knew better than to just trail off from Roman. So, he flapped his hands near his chest as he followed.

Of course, David saw Brock first. The man wasn't hard to find in a crowd. He stuck out pretty easily, especially when he's feared by the person viewing him. Then a thought came: was he in trouble? Did they use his daughter as a way to bait him into an area where they'd be able to hurt him? Was this a trap? He slowed down for a moment, wanting to turn and run. He felt fear bubbling more and more, his hands fanning faster.

But then he saw her.

All his worry immediately disappeared and he stopped in is tracks for a solid moment. Was it really her? She looked so much older, so mature. She looked just like him, with her mother's fiery hair and wild eyes. She seemed to see him at the same time and he wanted to cry. She looked so grown-up. So strong and independent. He saw her walk towards him, and he jerked in his step for a second.

"Baby? That you?" He asked, his voice so frail before he broke into a quick run.

David never cried in front of people. He always kept it to himself, but tears pricked at his pale eyes as he rushed across the small area and picked Roxanne up in his giant arms. He was sobbing by now, holding her tight. His giant hand screwed into her hair, holding the back of her head, his arms swallowing her body against his own. He was falling apart, lips shaking, as he held onto his baby again.

"I missed you so much," he hiccuped.

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 19/05/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7;6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth ; his jaw is obviously dislocated, but he won't let anyone touch it to put it back in

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson and charles benson ;; both parents are alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister is alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (delta)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

11
Bluestem Prairie / Re: SENSE OF CONTROL // OPEN
« on: May 20, 2020, 10:25:12 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Roman sure had scared David plenty, the man's authority was enough to send his skin crawling, but his cold reactions to things gave the man a sense of unease, but he sure as shit did not scare him as much as Brock. The man visibly startled when the leader's voice rang out, spinning around to face Brock. He studied the man for a second before smiling and waving at Brock. He looked at Roman to see the man's expression or reaction, before turning back to Brock and putting his hands on his hips.

"Thank you! A drink sounds nice," he hummed lowly and glanced at Roman to check if it was okay.

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 19/05/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7;6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth ; his jaw is obviously dislocated, but he won't let anyone touch it to put it back in

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson and charles benson ;; both parents are alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister is alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (delta)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

12
Bluestem Prairie / Re: THROUGH THE VALLEY // OPEN
« on: May 19, 2020, 01:05:22 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

The big man's chuckle was low and deep, and he reached an arm up and rubbed at a tired eye. "And miss a night like this? I think I can manage just a few more minutes." David smiled at them, then looked back up at the sky with his hands behind him to support himself.

He watched the sky, thinking to himself for a moment. He tapped his fingers on the ground as he thought about how the busy streets he was so used to clouded the wonderful view he was seeing now. He glanced between Eben and Jamie for a moment, feeling so old compared to the two. He was sure Eben was the same age -- if not older, but something about being the one about to doze off at any second made him feel like he had aged a billion years in the past hour. Jamie's young age definitely didn't do anything to help. He smiled, just slightly.

Tonight was a good night, he thought to himself.

"Perfect for marshmallows for sure."

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 19/05/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7;6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth ; his jaw is obviously dislocated, but he won't let anyone touch it to put it back in

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson and charles benson ;; both parents are alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister is alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (delta)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

13
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David used the back of his hand to wipe the beads of sweat off his forehead. His hair was dripping, he looked as if he might have had a shower. He hated how thick his hair was, but he refused to get it cut -- it was like something that was truly a part of him, like if cutting his hair would be ripping away all he had left. He hadn't had his hair cut since he lost Roxanne, perhaps that could be why. Either way, he ran a big hand through his hair to brush it from his face before making a disgusted look as his hand was wet from sweat in moments.

He looked up when his name was called, and he spotted Roman. He felt fear trickle at the back of his neck, or was that sweat? Either way, his hand shot down to his side and he stood straight, as if he were going to be yelled at. To say he was intimidated by Roman -- and Brock, by association -- was an understatement. He was petrified of them both, purely because they were in control. David was about to open his mouth, when the blond continued.

A girl. That was enough to peak his interest -- there had never been girls he had been with aside from Lavinia. No one would surly be looking for him of all people. A good majority of the folk around here usually swerved around him when he walked down the road, or just avoided eye contact. That was fine by him. He knew he wasn't a good sight to see, ever. He was a mess.

But that name. God, he hadn't heard it be spoken in years. "R-Roxanne?" He spoke, his voice so quiet. "I- I would like to see her, please. I know her, yes. Please, please take me to her." His hands had to be shaking. This- this couldn't be real, right?

It couldn't be.

//hey chief, all good!!
it was sort of while/after roxy's joining thread, so it's all good! i didn't really think much of that when i did this tbch hgeskjgjeks

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 29/04/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 34 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7;6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth ; his jaw is obviously dislocated, but he won't let anyone touch it to put it back in

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson and charles benson ;; both parents are alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister is alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (delta)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics


14
Bluestem Prairie / take me to the [open ; reuniting] distant past
« on: April 30, 2020, 12:05:06 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David had often spent his days in the garden, helping with the fruits, mostly. He was there now, though this time he slowly rose to his feet and wiped his brow. His arms were covered in a thick layer of sweat and dirt, and he knew he'd need to wash soon. He squinted up at the sky--it was so hot out, the sun didn't seem to let up--and he couldn't wait for the evening to roll around. The man wrung out the collar of his shirt, the sweat that had been collecting ran between his calloused hands. He shook them after and wiped them down on his front before stepping out for a moment to get a drink.

The man stopped at the water pump and cupped his hand under it and pushed his face into his palms to wipe the sweat off his face. He wandered down the road, humming to himself as he fanned his grey shirt, fanning his hands to stim while he walked. He liked busying himself while he walked, and stimming was great for that. David brushed his hair from his face with one of his hands, using the very tips of his fingers to push the long strands behind an ear. From there, he made his way to the saloon.

David usually ordered milk or water from the counter, and this time he chose water. He leaned against the wall instead of sitting down and sipped at the cup, crossing his ankles and strapping one arm across his broad chest. At least it wasn't crowded in the saloon at this hour; usually everyone was too busy working. There were a few people crowded around the table, but other than that, David was on his own. He felt relieved for that.

The man put the cup down and slid over some change, thanking the bartender for the water and he left. He stepped out into the hot air again and exhaled through parted lips. He was not one for heat, that's for sure.

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

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 29/04/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 34 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7;6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth ; his jaw is obviously dislocated, but he won't let anyone touch it to put it back in

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson and charles benson ;; both parents are alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister is alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (delta)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

15
Bluestem Prairie / Re: ❝ it will come back — meeting [04/28] . ❞
« on: April 29, 2020, 01:12:39 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David never drank -- he didn't like the taste and the burn of liquor, and instead found himself with a glass of milk. He sipped at it, his body slightly too big for the chair he was sitting in, but he didn't care much. Luckily the chair had no arms, so he wasn't confined. He just looked like a giant sitting in a child's chair. His big hand was possibly much too big for the cup, almost swallowing the glass in his palm as he lifted the cup.

His lips were not thin, the top lip curved in a cupid's bow, the bottom lip round. They gently touched the edge of the cup as he drank the milk, his pale brown eyes observing around him. He normally didn't like being at overly populated places, but he knew a meeting was in place. The man had missed a few, and he felt terrible, but that head injury had done him in so badly that he found it difficult to leave sometimes.

Now, however, the man's head was no longer bandaged, the wound healed, and he was free to walk and talk and do as he pleased -- of reason, of course. The man tucked his hair behind one of his ears as he put his cup down, looking up as he noticed Brock walk in, order a drink, and stand at the usual spot on the stairs. He rose a thick brow and leaned back in his chair, hearing the wood creak under his weight.

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

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