sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: ben braeden

[Last day at camp was hard. He got shoved in the lake and disappeared, not coming up for air again, which he found was… fine. I don’t know if Dean or Mary got a call on that because he didn’t stick around. He got out of the lake on his own and ran home, dripping half the time, drying off half the way by time he got home.]

[He didn’t stop running, so he made pretty damn good time. Maybe no one had called yet. Didn’t matter. He made it to Dean and Sam’s door, banging on it and yelling in the hall way both their names before taking off for Mary’s and his place.]

[In his hand was his NV, which he had half been trying to text a few kids he had made friends with, tell them what was going on. For one girl he was trying to impress he sent a video, but it wasn’t just to HER because in his excitement it went to the whole network.]

MARY! MARY! Look!! [you could hear him yelling, but see the world around you wobbling. Yes, there was a blue cat, and there goes a shoe (he only had one on) and there is the bathroom. He started the tub while bouncing around, yelling] MARY COME HERE! LOOK!

[Then to the video, an excited happy face that has a bit of mud on it and looks like he pulled himself out of a lake started to talk excited to the girl he hoped would get this, shhh] If you get this Tam, look, like, I figured it out! It happened! I figured it out so watch this. I told you, I told you I wouldn’t let it get to me. Wait till they get a load of this!

[he sits the video down on the counter and as the water still runs, still in jean shorts and a black band t, he climbs into the tub, sinks under and lays there under water doing nothing]

[Seems like a long time to watch a kid drown himself, though it’s not too long. The video might time out however, who knows. Still, if you are careful you can just see his face, over the edge of the tub, and he opens his mouth to let out a muffled LAUGH. His feet start to kick and splash, but just from excitement! He’s laughing under water and not having a problem at all.]

[Oh yes, he is also making a GREAT mess of the bathroom... Sorry Mary]

carryonmywaywardson

[Backdated to this morning.]

[The video belongs to one Ben Braeden. It kicked on with some kid laughing, heavy toned in his voice and so not Ben. It then got tossed to the side, lodged into a tree root, which is half blocking the video.]

[You can see, at a sideways video glance, little Ben. Sitting on the ground, one shoe missing, sock dirty, jeans ripped at the knee and a hand holding his bloody nose, eyes glaring darkly over his hand.]

[Someone can be heard, just barely, laughing. Something else might be a muffled voice (the speaker is in the ground) about “...not your girl, so back off. She doesn’t need no Norm tainting her perfection.” Someone else laughs. “Why not run home and play with mommy? Oh wait, you can’t. You’re stuck here and she’s not. Haha, for the best. She’d be whoring herself to AGI fast I bet--”]

[The words were cut off as Ben suddenly got up, hands grabbing the ground, pulling himself up and dashing off camera. Yeah, someone just got tackled. There’s a few yells of cheering or booing friends (of the other boy) and then a foot can be seen coming in and kicking the device. Turning it off.]

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[It comes back on, inside a wooden cabin, and Ben is sitting there, glaring. He thought this was private to Dean, but the NV is faulty right now. He sniffed, rubbing a wrist over his nose. Seems to have been a bit since this was posted.]

You need ta come pick me up. I’m not stayin’ here. [so hard a glare, and he sniffs again, rubbing his poor nose. The scruffy kid glances off to the side and mumbles]

They said they wanna talk to you, or something.

[The video flickers and the screen weaves a bit, then he grumps, tapping it with his hand] Can I just walk home?

[[Feel free to reply to him. He'll reply back while waiting for someone to get him, which could be a while.]]

carryonmywaywardson

[A bit after lunch]

[When the video starts, Ben is on the screen, frowning lopsidedly at the device. There is a large wall mirror behind him and a white sink, clearly a public bathroom. The Video is at the best wrong angle that in the reflection it can just be seen that one of the stalls is open and a familiar man is leaning over the toilet... making offerings to the porcelain gods.]

Uh... Mrs Mary? Or... anyone, really. [You can hear Dean in the background “dude, get that outta here or it’s gettin' flushed too", making Ben cringe and draw the device closer to his own face, whispering.]

I don’t think he’s uh... doing so well.

carryonmywaywardson

[The video starts with an image of an eight year old boy, sitting against the Greeter desk at the front lobby. He’s on the floor, leaning on the back side of the stand. Ben looks at his device oddly, the screen tilting as he checked it out, clearly thinking this was stupid. His video games didn't work like this.]

Sup... [The boy looked worn out. Tired. It looked like he had been through so very much trouble already.]

I’m looking for my mom. Her name’s Lisa and she’s pretty awesome but I think she’s going to be really worried about me now.

[He frowned, somber, tired, dirty faced even. This had been the worst day ever. Scratching a hand over his face he stared at the video. He didn't know what to say. They told him there could be people he knows here... so he was trying.]

My names Ben. Someone said I could maybe find someone I know here with this thing. I’m from Cicero, Indiana. I guess where you're from makes some kind of difference or something around here...

[he made a face at the device, unsure still...] This is lame... video games don’t work this wa--[there was a clap of the DS closing and the video going off]