we are young ;; benji

[brendon colin blanchard]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width:400px; background:#fff; padding:10px; border-left:10px solid #222222; border-right:1px dashed #222222;] so let's set the world on fire now i know that i'm not all that you got. i guess i just thought maybe we could find ways to fall apart, but our friends are back so let's raise a toast. cause i found someone to carry me home. tonight we are young so let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun. Tap. Tap. Tap. Brendon’s pen tapped and stuttered against the pages of his book, dark brown eyes scanning the words on the page without comprehending anything that he was reading. As soon as his eyes reached the end of the page his brain would tell him to go back to the top and start reading the words all over again, while a small part of him knew there wasn’t really a point. His eyes glanced up at the clock, watching the second hand move almost impossibly slowly around…he could have sworn he just saw the minute hand actually go backward instead of forward. Dropping his head back down, he stared at the book again, eyes once again scanning. The problem was that Brendon was distracted. This time around it had nothing to do with the cocaine that was sitting in his apartment; he’d taken some a couple days ago and was good for another few days…now if only he could just stop the habit completely. But no, that wasn’t the problem. Right now the problem for him was the sun streaming in through the classroom window, gracing over his arm and warming up his skin. It was calling his name, he could hear it loud and clear, and all Brendon wanted right now was to be outside on his skateboard. “Ahem!” Brendon blinked and looked up at the professor as she stood in front of the class, “put away your books, you can leave early.” He grinned, closing it quickly and stuffing everything into his backpack, picking it and his skateboard up and running out. As soon as he was outside on the concrete, Brendon was tossing the skateboard down on the ground and jumping down, rolling across the grounds smoothly. He heard his name shouted and turned on his skateboard, going toward a small group of guys wearing Rasta colored beanies, and he stood around talked to them for a few minutes before going on his way. It was difficult not to be recognized by people in the city considering his father was the mayor, but the difference at the community college instead of the university? There were people who did actually hate him or didn’t try to make friends with him. He was probably one of the few people in the world who thought that it was great when people didn’t like you. It was even better when they didn’t know who you were. A few more people called out to him and he waved, chatted, and rolled away again, weaving between people and occasionally winking at a girl that caught his eye. Stairs came up, there were only four of them, and Brendon kicked the skateboard out, flipping it around and jumping down the stairs, landing on the board as it righted itself before coming to a stop. A couple of people clapped lightly while one yelled something about wanting to see him bail, making Brendon roll his eyes. Little did he know that’s exactly what was going to happen. He turned and started forward again, turning and picking up speed on the empty walkway, looking off to the side for a moment. There was a noise, a familiar noise, and he turned his head in time to see a girl on a skateboard. The two of them were too close to veer off and the skateboards hit first, knocking them around. He watched the ground coming up rather quickly and flailed a bit, reaching out and trying to grab the girl. His goal was partially to use her for balance while still trying to make sure that she wasn’t going to fall onto the concrete herself, and then he landed on his tailbone first. A shockwave of pain shot through his back and his elbows hit next, feet slipping out and kicking his skateboard out…to somewhere. Brendon let out a groan and dropped his head back, wincing. TAGGED hero - benji ;; WORDS 651 ;; OUTFIT here ;; NOTES heehee

[benjamin janette barker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 20 20 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Benjamin jotted down notes in her note book as she stared down at her text book boredly. Pulling out a yellow highlighter, she pulled the cap off with her teeth and reread a few paragraphs over and over again. Wasn’t it funny that teachers always told you only to highlight the important things in a paragraph or those that seem relevant to you? Throughout all her years in schooling, this always pissed her off the most. Seriously? Highlight the important things? Meaning that there were things in the paragraph that were not important? If they weren’t important, why put them in the text book in the first place? Unless of course, irrelevant things in the paragraph were words like “is”, “the”, “and”; in that case, she didn’t think it’d be good for her sanity to read a book that sounded like an educated caveman. Highlight the important things = highlight ALL the things! This, in the end, ended up being exactly what she did. Yellow splashed brightly over white and black tones, through letters that scrawled across the page. She was never going to remember all of this for this week’s exam, and on top of that, she was running out of dog food for Lass. That brute could eat like a horse and still have enough room for the leftover dinners Benjamin managed to not finish while studying. With all this going on and her parents calling her nonstop, trying to talk to her about things she’d rather not bring up again (like her medical records), not to mention sports and her job as a lifeguard, she was surprised that she wasn’t bipolar already. How did she juggle all these things at once? Coffee… It was her best friend and it helped her accomplish the impossible; unfortunately except for one: getting any lesson out of today’s class. Knowing she wouldn’t accomplish anything just by sitting here in an empty room, highlighting the whole book, Benjamin packed her things and left the classroom. Maybe it was because she was feeling restless today that she couldn’t focus on her work like she usually did. In any case, she knew that the best way for her to solve this was to head to the skate park and then to the nearest ice cream shop for the biggest strawberry milkshake she could get. Ohhhhh yeah… that’s good… Grabbing her skateboard, she took a few jogging steps before hopping on it and steering. The school was still packed with students everywhere. Most of them were just hanging out in their own designated territories, talking up a storm. Couples here and there making out like they were starring in a softcore porno. Nerds of course, playing games and what not. School never really did change much, did it? Not even in college. Benjamin kick flipped, landing on a railing and grinding down, landing perfectly on the concrete. A few shouts of approval were made as she passed by, and she grinned a bit; turning to wave. Then there was one… “You’re gonna crash!” She glanced back to see who had said it. Now what in the world would have made them say- WHACK! Benjamin felt her body collide with someone else’s. Vertigo of them spinning around and then all of a sudden, bam! Lucky for her, she was wearing padding. The other person, however, the guy… not so much. She found herself on top of him with her hands splayed over his shoulders and her knees on the ground… well one knee was on the ground, the other ended up rammed against his junk, padding and all. The first thing she thought of though, wasn’t his crotch, but his head. What if he hit it on the concrete? Oh that wouldn’t be good. She lifted herself a little and stared down at him wide-eyed. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?!” She asked him without moving yet. Kitty calls and whistles were shouted out but she ignored them. Damn perverts… “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” words 665, outfit here, tagged brendon/harley

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[brendon colin blanchard]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width:400px; background:#fff; padding:10px; border-left:10px solid #222222; border-right:1px dashed #222222;] so let's set the world on fire now i know that i'm not all that you got. i guess i just thought maybe we could find ways to fall apart, but our friends are back so let's raise a toast. cause i found someone to carry me home. tonight we are young so let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun. Brendon had had his fair share of skateboard accidents of multiple kinds; bailing, tripping, getting hit by a car, clothes lined…there were all sorts of interesting and fun ways to get knocked off your skateboard by people and items in your surrounding area. Yet, for all the things that he had done over the years ( one of which included slipping on ice and slamming into a large wall ), Brendon had yet to actually run into anyone. At least until today. He was one of those skateboarders that really didn’t feel the need to wear elbow and knee pads, extra layers of clothing, or even a helmet…and he was regretting that decision right now. The first blow hit him in sternum, just above a lung, and that in itself was enough to knock the breath out of him a bit, but it was the fall that really did him in. His elbows and lower back ( or rather his ass ) hit the ground below him first, sending shockwaves of pain pulsating through his back, legs, and up to his shoulders. It would have ended there if he hadn’t tried to help the girl and make sure she didn’t hit the concrete, but then she was falling on top of him and Brendon was pushed further down. His shoulders and head collided with the concrete and it was like “BAM! Instant headache!” None of the pain he felt now was anything compared to the painful, throbbing feeling that he had going on in his crotch. It was enough to make him double over ( if he could have ), curl up into a fetal position and just cry if he had been that sort of man. Of course he wasn’t going to cry, God no, but the urge was there and his eyes were watering behind closed lids as every shift the girl made sent another wave of pain through his junk. His chances of ever impregnating a girl had just been cut in half…in fact he was pretty damn sure that one of his testicles was going to have to be removed, if it hadn’t already popped off and was going to roll down his pant leg as soon as he stood up. If he could stand up. That in itself wasn’t a guarantee yet. He could just barely hear the woman’s apologies through the blood rushing in his ears and the pain. Brendon didn’t know that you could actually hear pain…but god dammit he could hear how much pain his balls were suffering through right now. A high pitched whistle and some cat calls wiggled their way past the pain and Brendon let out a groan that was surprisingly high pitched. Sure, he had been hit in the junk before, and yes it hurt like hell, but he had yet to have a blow hit so hard that he went full on falsetto…until today. Sometimes he wished there wasn’t a first time for everything and that time was right now. Right. Fucking. Now. And to top it off? She was still on his crotch! Brendon finally managed to pry his eyes open, looking into the face of a woman who was looking really worried and probably would have looked beautiful too if it weren’t for the pain she was putting him in, and he managed a nod. That nod made his head spin slightly, vision wavering, and he grunted something entirely unintelligible, realizing it immediately. Clearing his throat he opened his mouth again, this time managing to mutter out the words ( in a broken fashion ), “my nuts….you’re… you’re on … my nuts…” It wasn’t the most eloquent way to say something like that, but it fucking hurt! His head turned off to the side, eyes narrowing as his vision slowly started to clear. There were angry shouts and something about skateboards…oh shit, his skateboard! TAGGED hero - benji ;; WORDS 649 ;; OUTFIT here ;; NOTES heehee

[benjamin janette barker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 20 20 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Benjamin was going through a mini-panic if anything. How did she not see this guy coming? How completely stupid of her; he wasn’t wearing a helmet or anything. He could have cracked his head open. She stared down at him in horror and confusion as he let out a squeaking noise that sounded more like a door hinge than something that would come from a young man. Looking him over, she took note that there were not scrapes or scratches, no blood on the pavement and no broken bones. Right…. So he was okay… mostly? What was wrong? It wasn’t until he opened his mouth and uttered words did she finally find out the issue. “my nuts….you’re… you’re on … my nuts…” She blinked and stared at him like a dim-witted broad for a second, and then her face twisted in realization. Glancing down briefly at the problem, she looked back up at him in understanding. “Oh! ... Oh, I am so sorry!” She pushed herself up, unintentionally putting even more pressure against his groin until her knee slid off of it and dropped between his legs. She eyetwitched, mentally watching a notebook of paper with numbers on each, folding over in rapid succession; His sperm count….. “Oh my god, I… I’m…” Inwardly slamming her palm against her forehead, she decided to roll off of him and onto her back, beside him, to prevent him anymore pain. She rolled all the way back over to her hands and knees and crawled to his side to pull him by the arm and sit him up. “Hey, are you alright?” She continued to try and get him to communicate with her (through the obvious and excruciating pain he was in). “I’m so sorry, please forgive me. I’ll… I’ll take you out to lunch… or something…” She told him. It was turning to a point where it was getting a little dramatic actually, but she couldn’t help begging for forgiveness; she hated getting on a person’s bad side, even worse when they ended up hating her for some reason. She could think of a few perfect reasons for him and could only hope he wasn’t planning a future with too many children in it. That might require some reconstructive surgery on his “majesty”, as far as she knew. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. “Hey!” One big angry voice let itself be known as she continued to try and soothe her new best friend (yeah, after getting that up close and personal with manhood, she felt just about married to him right now), by rubbing his back; fail. Blinking in confusion, she glanced up and looked around to see three large guys, two holding her skateboard and another, probably the other guy’s skateboard in their hands. “You skatepussies are dead!” A little snort came from her and she covered her mouth quickly to stop the laugh and hide her smile. Skatepussies? Really? Oh humanity… The humour went clean out of her however, when she saw her skateboard snapped in half by one of the guy’s knee, ramming against the middle and she flinched a bit frowning. “Hey… You… We gotta go.” She told the guy, now using all her strength to try and yank him to his feet. “Sit here and cry about your nuts or have them stapled to your forehead later, come on! We’ve got to go!” She urged him, pulling off her helmet to chuck it at the guys. Granted it didn’t slow them down much…. No… in fact it actually got them angry enough to start snorting smoke and pawing the ground. Next thing she knew, they were coming at her like an angry stampede of bull and now she really didn’t give a damn if the guy next to her was still weak-kneed. She wrapped her arms around him , from behind, and half dragged him away until he found his own feet to run. Oh this day kept getting better and better. words 669, outfit here, tagged brendon/harley

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[brendon colin blanchard]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width:400px; background:#fff; padding:10px; border-left:10px solid #222222; border-right:1px dashed #222222;] so let's set the world on fire now i know that i'm not all that you got. i guess i just thought maybe we could find ways to fall apart, but our friends are back so let's raise a toast. cause i found someone to carry me home. tonight we are young so let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun. Brendon never knew that pain could actually radiate. He always thought, when reading such things like that, people were over exaggerating the amount of pain they were in, but now? Well now he could fully understand what that feeling was like; the hot, throbbing that just sent more pain waves throughout his entire body, mostly his legs and hips. The woman on top of him looked down, finally realizing what he had been trying to choke out…and she pushed herself up. Brendon prided himself in the fact that he didn’t let out the girliest scream to leave his mouth since being born, managing to close his mouth and throat enough so that there was a barely audible grunt of pain. And now his chances of ever siring children was dropped down to less than half. This woman was going to be the death of him. Her apologies kept sweeping through his ears and more than once he tried to get her to stop; one apology really was enough. Sure, she had been the one who had landed on his junk, but it wasn’t like she caused the crash as a whole. Nope, there were equal parts to blame in this. Pushing himself up slowly and carefully, he felt her pulling him up too and he rested back on one hand, holding up his weight with it. “Hey, are you alright?” Brendon started to speak, only to realize that his throat was still tight, and so instead he nodded and cleared his throat, “yeah, I’m…alright…mostly.” He’d been better, but hey, he was alive right? That was something, wasn’t it? “I’m so sorry, please forgive me. I’ll… I’ll take you out to lunch… or something…” He had to try not to laugh at that, but he gave her a small ( still rather pained ) smile and Brendon attempted to come up with something at least somewhat comforting to tell her. “It’s okay…you can stop apologizing, I forgive you.” He forgave before the first apology ever left her lips, but there hadn’t been a way for him to tell her that at the time. “Couldn’t really say no to lunch or something of the sort though.” Brendon tried to sit up more, attempting to ignore the feeling in his nether regions as he did so, when the shouts became more prominent. “HEY!” He blinked and turned to look, noting the exceptionally large men who were standing nearby, holding their skateboards. There were three of them and Brendon frowned, looking at his skateboard in the meaty hands of one of the giants, already having an idea of what was about to happen but wishing that he was going to be wrong. “You skatepussies are dead!” It was uncontrollable; the urge to laugh, and it just erupted from his mouth in small, rolling chuckles despite the pain it caused. His chuckles stopped short when the skateboards were snapped in half. Brendon felt his heart break, his poor skateboard, and he let out a depressed groan. He had more of them at home, sure, but it’s not like skateboards were cheap…at least not the good ones, and a part of him had just died as splinters sprayed through the air, the pieces of his skateboard dropping to the ground. “Hey… you… we gotta go.” Brendon blinked and started trying to stand, nodding a bit as she yanked him up. “Sit here and cry about your nuts or have them stapled to your forehead later, come on! We’ve got to go!” Brendon growled a little bit, stumbling to his feet, “really? Was that necessary?” And then she throws her helmet at them! This woman had a death wish and he was stuck in the middle of it! “Oh sure, throw your helmet at the ogres giving chase, because that makes sense?” By now he was perfectly capable of running while ignoring the pain the movements caused. In fact, he could have sworn that the movements were lessening the pain, which was nice…if it weren’t for the fact that the two of them had three large motherfuckers chasing after them and yelling. Brendon looked around for a moment and grabbed her hand, forcing her to turn down the street and then down another alley. He hoped she didn’t have a problem jumping brick walls. There was one, about six feet high, at the end of the alley and he grabbed the edge, pulling himself up and holding down his hand to help her up, “come on, hurry it up!” He could hear their shouts growing louder again. TAGGED hero - benji ;; WORDS 760 ;; OUTFIT here ;; NOTES heehee

[benjamin janette barker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 20 20 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. A devious side of Benjamin giggles inwardly as his displeased reaction to her warning, once again pinpointing his manhood as the main man in danger. She wasn't trying to scar him psychologically, she was just trying to... encourage him. After all, they were getting chased be a heard of buffalo. Either way, he had finally found his footing and she ignored his sarcasm that was directed to her helmet throwing as the took off through the school campus. Dodging past students and almost knocking over a teacher, they had made it too the streets, unscathed so far. The boy's hand had firmly clasped around hers and now it was he who was dragging her away from certain death and into the shady alleyways where the homeless took their shelter and the dogs took scraps from trashcans... Trashcans! The words sparking in her mind just as the flew passed the grungy tin gave her a twinkle in the eyes and she quickly caught them by the handles, scattering the contents and rolling the tin toward their pursuers. The bullies jumped clear over them, obviously not so much brawn over brain and she swore to her self at the failure of what seemingly would have been a good idea. Now she was just making a mess. So focused on seeing if the guys were still following, Benjamin almost didn't realize that her accomplice had scaled a brick wall and pulled himself to safety. She stopped and glanced back for a moment, hearing the yells of the brawny bastards who still pursued. Seriously? All this just for a skateboarding accident? It was insane! “come on, hurry it up!” Blinking she glanced back to the wall, gazing up at his face clearly for the first time. He looked almost puppy-ish in expression, it was cute. Shaking her head, she backed up slightly and got a running start, jumping up, grasping his hand and kicking against the wall to help in hoisting herself up. Throwing a leg around to the other side of the wall, Benjamin rolled off of it and landed on her feet (mostly... she kind of fell on her hands as well)... "Well that was fun..." She huffed, glancing at him, but before she could say anything else, voices were heard again, as well as scrapings against the brick wall. "Fun's not over..." She narrowed her eyes at the wall. She was tired of running already, but the last thing she wanted was to become a muscle head's next protein shake. Glancing around, she caught sight of a nearby dumpster and raised a brow, pulling at the guy's shirt for him to follow her. Opening it up, she glanced inside of it, getting a whiff of such a horrid, rotten stench that she almost gagged. Smiling with a playful and innocent look at him, she batted her eyelashes. "Time to take a swim..." With that, she hopped up and dropped into the dumpster. words 486, outfit here, tagged brendon/harley

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