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Benjamin L.

"Bonjour, mon cherie."

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a character in “Their Lives As One”, as played by SaxyLady15

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|{Full Name}|
Benjamin Edward Richard Liquorice.

|{Nickname}|
Benjamin || Ben

|{Birthday}|
March Fifteenth
March 15th

|{Age}|
21

|{Ethnicity}|
French - American

|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual

|{Occupation}|
Week Days || Barista & Cafe Owner
Weekends || Aspiring Author




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[center]|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
▪ True Gentleman ▪
▪ Mannerisms ▪
▪ Scratches behind his ear when nervous ▪


|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
⚘ His Cafe ⚘
⚘ French Accent (for the ladies) ⚘
⚘ Trustworthy Friend ⚘


|{Flaws || Weakness}|
⚘ Being Bullied in the Past ⚘
⚘ Depression ⚘
⚘ His Therapy Sessions ⚘
⚘ His Smoking Habits⚘
⚘ Not Sleeping ⚘
⚘ Alcoholism ⚘

|{Hobbies}|
Smoking
Writing
Drinking
Tendency to crack his knuckles.

|{Fears}|
ø Death ø
ø Victim of Bullying Again ø
ø Sounds at Night ø
ø Murder ø
ø Being Ridiculed ø


|{Secrets}|
✤ Was believed to be homosexual for most of his life. ✤
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[center]|{Personality}|
Lost || Cunning || Handsome || Intelligent || Anti-Socialite

Benjamin has been a somewhat of a lost soul most, if not all, of his life. He's lost everyone close to him, and fears of losing anyone he could meet and care for. He isn't too friendly, unless thrown into the conversation by force, and tends to keep to himself. However, if forced into talking he often comes off flirtatious, and a womanizer, as a default, so you'll usually lose interest and move on, leaving him to be.




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|{Likes}|

▲ Friends ▲
▲ Trains ▲
▲ Planes ▲
▲ Hiking ▲
▲ Wind Through Hair ▲
▲ Laughter ▲
▲ Leadership ▲
▲ Trust ▲
▲ Nature ▲
▲ Cloudy Skies ▲
▲ Sun Rises ▲
▲ Dew ▲
▲ Thunderstorms ▲
▲ Pineapples/Strawberries/Lemons ▲
▲ White Clothing ▲
▲ Men's Fashion ▲




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|{Dislikes}|

▼ Coughing ▼
▼ Loud Crashes ▼
▼ Chalk {It just gets everywhere.} ▼
▼ Morons ▼
▼ Lost Travelers {Don't you know where you're going?} ▼
▼ Ruined Moods ▼
▼ Sunburns ▼
▼ Football/Soccer/Track ▼
▼ Chihuahuas/Doberman Pinchers ▼
▼ Squished In Seats ▼
▼ Obnoxious People in Theatres ▼
▼ Sand ▼
▼ No Goods ▼
▼ Alcohol ▼
▼ Cigarettes ▼
▼ Sweat ▼
▼ 90 Degree Days ▼
▼ Smell of Leather ▼




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[center]|{Place of Origin}|
Place of Descendance: Nantes, France
Grew Up In: Kennebunkport, Maine
Currently Residing In: New York, New York

|{History}|

|{Family Tree : People of Importance}|
Father || Deceased || Leroy Liquorice || Death by car accident when Langstam was 10.
Mother || Deceased || Maria J'Ottan || Died at childbirth with Langstam.
Younger Brother || By 5 years || Alive || Langstam Liquorice || Lost communication after traveling to States.
Adoptive Parents || Unknown || Seth & Emily Otterman || Lost communication after traveling to States.

[font=garamond][center]|{Happiest Memory}|
|Leaving Home|
"It was so exciting, and my adrenaline pumped through me at the time."

He was just 18, and he was set on exploring the world. He wanted to see what he'd found in his father's journals, describing the world as a vast, magical realm of intelligence.


|{Saddest Memory}|
|Losing All Family|
"I miss all of them. There isn't a day I don't think about my biological & adoptive parents, as well as my kid brother."

When he lost communications with his brother and adoptive family after just a week of living in the States, he didn't know where to turn. He didn't have any money at the time, and was lost, like a puppy in a shelter. He was lost, and sensed all purpose draining from his soul.




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|{Other}|
❣ Believes his family to not 'accept him' for not coming back. ❣
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|| Character Dialogue ||
#467554

|| Face Claim ||
Ben Whishaw

||Credit||
BleedingLover

So begins...

Benjamin L.'s Story

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L.

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Sammie knew she was being rude, but decided to pretend she didn't hear Ellie's squeal about Steve. Yes, her and Steve had been dating since the trip the group took back then, but, it wasn't feeling right lately. Steve hardly returned her calls, much less even sent her a card. Her birthday was just in a few days, and she'd silently decided that if he didn't come for her then, when would he ever come?

Sammie threw on her outfit, which consisted of a shorter than her mother would have approved of glittery gold dress, and she pulled on a smooth to the touch tuxedo jacket over her shoulders. She accessorized with all black jewels, a big ring on her middle finger and a bracelet chunky on her wrist. Her overall outfit seemed sleek, and her hair was pulled back into a tight, yet adorably sexy ponytail. She clunked out of her bedroom, which she shut the door quietly, and joined her friends in all their christmas glee. They had all helped themselves to the alcoholic beverages Sammie knew she shouldn't have around the apartment, but did anyway, despite Ellie's unsettling acceptance.

All of her dear friends she'd made via the shoots and constant commercials she'd done had shown up, and they'd all brought gifts for each other, and Sammie couldn't of been happier. Until she turned around, and saw Ellie, just sitting on the couch. Her lips pursed into a stern frown, and she made her way over to her unruly friend. "Guys!" She continued as most of them stopped clinking glasses. "You guys remember Ellie, don't you?" The group of actors and models smiled at the girl, all of them nodding heads, and saying their hello's and how do you do's. As Sammie did a quick glance of the room, the man who was obviously intently studying Ellie straightened his stature against the doorway into the living room.

"Benjamin." Sammie felt her lips tug into a somewhat forced smile, as she looked towards the man, and she drug Ellie over to him. The most interesting idea appeared in her mind, but she hid it with her eyes twinkling at her friend. "Ellie.. this is Benjamin. He's a simple man, owning the cafe downtown we certainly crash at between shoots." She turned towards the man, and gave her best smirk. "Ben, this is Ellie, she's my room mate. So, please, talk to her instead of giving us all chills." Sammie, as the last word left her mouth, turned, and left the two of them to get acquainted, as she giggled amongst her perfect friends.

They all were constantly taking shots and playing the silliest games as if they were all in high school again. Thinking of her earlier years, Sammie shuddered, downing that much more alcohol to make her forget of her past.




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Benjamin was quiet fellow, he didn't quite want to socialize. He was here simply because his therapist urged him to, and he of course, damn it, had a good conscious. So, just an hour or so earlier, he managed the energy to dress himself. It was fairly simple, a deep shade of crimson colored his long-sleeved sweatervest over a white button-up, with a pair of black dress slacks, and dress shoes. It wasn't the warmest of outfits, but he did alright in the chilly New York Christmas weather.

As he first arrived to this social greet and meet, he noticed it was mainly models and actresses, specifically the ones who were in his cafe every afternoon precisely at 2 P.M. sharp. He had all their orders down by memory now, and he smirked as he noticed a female whom he'd hadn't seen at his cafe before. Her hair was a deep chocolate brown, and he itched to see her face as she turned around from messing with a Yule log, a primary aspect of Christmas he decided.

When she turned, and he saw her face, she proceeded to stare back at him, until she grew annoyed and plopped her being on the couch cushion. He felt nervous, but couldn't stop taking in her features from afar. He silently wondered if she was like the damsels in distress he so commonly wrote about on his weekend writing-thons. Often, he found himself unable to sleep, so he just sat at his burgundy desk, and let the pencil mark the paper.

He was soon drawn from his thoughts, as the girl he'd taken to be known as Sammie approached him, hastily introducing the two of them. His grip tightened on the cup of whiskey he'd helped himself to earlier, and managed a smirk in Sammie's direction. At her comment of him being some type of pedophile, he held back a forced smile, and watched as the girl strutted off towards the popular crowd.

"I suppose I do owe you an apology for my.. unreasonable being of a pedophile. " His lips were pursed into a sly smirk as he glanced down at his drink quickly, not wanting to make an unwanted contact of their eyes. His french accent seemed to stick on his tongue as he continued speaking. "I didn't mean any harm. I just.. didn't recognize such a beauty that I haven't seen in the daily visits I am so privileged to have with the usual group of models and such." Benjamin smirked uncanningly, and he held his cup with both hand now, instead of one being lazily rested in his pant's pocket. He cleared his throat as if he was anxious, and his eyes darted up to hers, studying their color. He then, noticed his hand had left from the side of his cup to reside behind his left ear where his finger was unconsciously scratching at. Benjamin nodded in apology as he broke the gaze and returned his hand to the mug.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L. Character Portrait: Gigi Fontaine Character Portrait: Benji Pennington

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Sammie had been laughing away her worries as she stood in the middle of Christmas Wonderland of a living room. Suddenly, a whirlwind of vibrant red and gingerbread scented perfume, Sammie was engulfed in the woman's stick arms. Her accent coated her tongue as she spoke to the girl, and Sammie couldn't help the smile plastered on her face, as if she was a little girl seeing her Idol.

"Sammie girl! Merry Christmas, my little lovebug! My, my...what a dazzling setup you've got in here. Classier than a penthouse party, that's for sure."

Sammie, with that ugly grin superglued on to her face, took in Gigi's exciting orbit, and suddenly began to hyped herself. "Gigi! I'm so glad you could make it tonight!" She bit her lip as Gigi seemed to be still talking, as the toys that you wound up and wouldn't stop for anything, until they ran into the wall nearby. She bit harder as Gigi got more into her story. Gigi had talked her up to agents? What.

"...but one guy found your story interesting, and he wants to meet you tonight! He said he'd be here soon, but...OH!"

And just like that, Sammie practically fainted from excitement. Someone actually listened to Gigi, as crazy as the woman seemed, and how she'd made Sammie so scared when they'd first met. Suddenly, in a whirlwind of light-hearted insults, and Gigi's infant voice, Sammie found herself standing alone in front of the most gorgeous man she'd ever laid eyes on. She had just shook his hand with a steady grip, but knew if he tried to do anything, she'd be weak in the knees, just by looking at his jet black hair, hiding under that slick fedora... and the way that plaid shirt made him seem so.. Sammie shook her head a little, as her eyes wandered to find Gigi, which wasn't too hard with her infamous red.

"I didn't sign with Richcraft Records yesterday morning. I signed with them a week ago. You have to watch out for that girl; she's always had a tendency of exaggerating the truth, even if it's just a tiny bit..."

Benji, as she'd come to find out, had stepped closer to her, and she felt her dignity start to question itself. His voice played through her ears as smoothly as she hoped her future music would to her future, and some current, fans. He seemed.. so soulful, just the fact that he was here must have meant he'd either come to get some type of nightstand with an eager teenager, like so many, wanting to be the next big thing. Sammie cleared her throat, opening her mouth, and couldn't help the smile that took over her as she spoke towards the man, she had secretly already named The Crow. "I'm sure Gigi means well nonetheless. I can't help but feel threatened by her constant push towards something. Like.. she's fighting for something she can't have.. or.." Her eyes diverted to the floor, and at her feet, "It's none of my business, either way." Sammie bit her lip, wondering if he'd take her friendly gossip the wrong way. He could be Gigi's lover for all she knew. She loved Gigi, unless that unsettling voice rattled her insides one too many times.

"I heard you're looking to become a performer, eh? What kind of music are you into?"

Sammie nodded, encouraging his statement, as her lips pursed into a seductive smile, which she didn't intend. "You could call it that. Singer/Dancer, I guess.. a package deal." Her arms were firmly crossed in front of her now, and she felt radiant. "I'm more of Beyonce, than a Jay-Z. I don't think I'd want anyone to hear my rapping rhymes." She let out an innocent giggle, and her eyes drifted up from his feet, and took in all the different textures of his clothing, as well as his rigid shoulders, and that enticing jaw line that she just seemed to imagine herself planting kisses all over it. Stuttering, she broke out of her mind haze, and beamed at the guy in front of her. "If you want.." She looked back at her group, seeing the girls who could sing not being too drunk, at least sober enough to sing back-up. "I could.. show you." She flashed him a wicked grin as she flicked her wrist, three of the girls in the group coming over to her. Sammie felt like the star, she didn't even need a microphone to be heard, and the music was flowing through her mind as she started up her karaoke machine.

She didn't plan this.. she didn't plan this at all...

But, damn it felt so good.

"But let the words slip out of your mouth.." She finished, and her breath was fast, and demanding, and she opened her eyes, taking in the area around her. She didn't know what courage she had summed up to actually do that, but she felt an adrenaline rush pumping through her veins as she bit her lip, clutching her dress at the seams.

Christina Perri - The Words

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L. Character Portrait: Benji Pennington

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Ellie continued to stare into the showy fireplace, her gaze vacant and cold. There was a red solo cup in her hand now, and her trechcoat had been cast away to reveal a red wool sweater, complete with the same plaid scarf she had worn on the way in. Compared to the rest of the crowd, she was comfy, casual, and as ordinary as a button. She took sips of her cheap draft beer every so often, but due to her inactivity, she seemed to camouflauge in with the rest of her surroundings like a miserable Christmas chameleon.

"Guys!" Sammie - who looked stunning in her sexy, form-fitting outfit - shouted amongst the ring of clinking glasses. "You guys remember Ellie, don't you?" Nodding and waving, the soirée of showpeople greeted her with polite 'hellos' and 'how do you dos'. She politely did the same in response, despite the fact that a majority of the guests looked at her with empty eyes. Clearly, a few of them did not know her. Ellie didn't blame them. With the many extraordinary faces these people saw every day, it would be challenging to remember a simple visage such as hers.

She took a long swig of her drink, and out of nowhere, felt a tug at her hand. Sammie whipped the thick-haired girl across the room, almost sending her cup flying and ballet flat-clad feet tripping over each other. It was curt and unexpected, and consequently, made Ellie annoyed. "Hey!" she cried, "Sammie! What on earth are you-"

"Ellie..." her friend interjected, "this is Benjamin. He's a simple man, owning the cafe downtown we certainly crash at between shoots."

Her roomate's head then turned, revealing the face of tall, doe-eyed twenty-something with thin lips, heavy brows, and hair that seemed to be disheveled yet neat at the same time. Despite the fact that his sweatervest and slacks hung on him as though he were a living coat hanger, the black-haired boy had a calm, classy composure that made Ellie wonder why on earth a man of such caliber would be hanging out in the midst of a trashy apartment set up such as this one. He seemed out of place; as though he belonged in one of those old black-and-white detective films with cigarettes, mysteries, and femme fatales around every corner.

"Ben, this is Ellie, she's my room mate. So, please, talk to her instead of giving us all chills." said Sammie, strutting off into the circle of popular people once her speech was complete. And just like that, she was alone with this guy. Alone and wide-eyed and completely out of breath. Unintentionally, Ellie's face went florid. Her cheeks were brighter than the red ribbons that hung upon the Christmas tree. How much more awkward could this day possibly get? The man tightened his grip around the cup he was holding. Instinctively, she did the same.

"I suppose I do owe you an apology for my...unreasonable being of a pedophile." he said. Well, that was one way to start a conversation. Ellie gave a nervous chuckle. He looked down at his cup, and immediately her eyes trained to the floor. "I didn't mean any harm. I just.." he rambled, "...didn't recognize such a beauty that I haven't seen in the daily visits I am so privileged to have with the usual group of models and such."

The unusually poetic words that came out of his mouth made her gaze connect with his. Her brows raised, the girl began to contemplate whether or not he was being sincere. He didn't look like your average dose of douchebag...perhaps he was one of those modest artists only found in the Big Apple; a part of that group as uncommon as a gemstone stuck in the cement. Rare. Unique. Untouched by society's requirement of conformity.

As he cleared his throat, her lips started to curl up into a smile. With bright eyes, she began to laugh, clearly receiving his compliment with grace. "Well, I guess we all get tired of perfect cheekbones and hourglass figures every once in a while." she snarked. There was a part of his shy demeanor that reminded her of her old friend, James. He certainly had James's smirk. The girl tapped the edge of her cup in syncopated rythym as she gazed into the man's eyes. Benjamin and Ellie shared a moment of comfortable silence before she continued.

"Pardon me for asking this, but...are you French?" She leaned her head forward a bit and pushed back her side bangs. "Your accent...it's familiar. My grandpa used to have one just like yours and he was French. Immigrated into the country when he was just eleven. He passed a year ago, but...for my family and I, he's still not gone."

She gave him a gentle smile warmer than the crackling fireplace she had mindlessly stared into just a minute before this wonderful conversation.




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The girl's lips pursed into a hypnotic smile, and despite her crossed arms, she seemed open and pleasured by his presence. "You could call it that. Singer/Dancer, I guess.. a package deal," she explained. "I'm more of Beyonce, than a Jay-Z. I don't think I'd want anyone to hear my rapping rhymes." This made him laugh. Benji nodded in reply, "yeah, I can't rap either," he said, "every time I try to make up something on the spot, my tongue just keeps getting twisted in knots. It's embarassing, to say the least."

He looked away for a moment, laughing at the reckless crowd of drunks before turning his attention back to Sammie. "If you want..." she said somewhat hesitantly, "I could...show you."

His eyes widened in anticipation. "You could? Well I'd be delighted to see! Yeah! Go ahead!" Much to his surprise, it turned out that the young woman didn't even need his words of encouragement. Like a magician, she flicked her wrist, making three sober girls flock in her direction. With a charming grin, she strutted over to a nearby karaoke machine, starting it up and setting it to a song he had never heard before. He was unfamiliar with the works of Christina Perri, but he had listened to a few of her songs, and knew exactly what kind of style to expect.

At first, the chatter of the guests surrounding him polluted the purity of the girl's singing voice. However, as more and more people realized that there was a live performance going on within the tiny space of the apartment, shushes brought the noise down until all you could hear was the slow, gentle music beating in the background. And then he heard her angelic crooning, and like the flip of a switch, he fell in love with her voice. The backup singers were okay, but Sammie's tone clearly outshined them all. She was a natural. An absolute natural. Much better than him when he was her age...

Being the innovative, mellow, unafraid man that he was, Benji began to pay attention to the melody. About the time the bridge rolled around, he began to belt out strong, perfect harmonies that seemed to compliment her performance. Everyone in the room gazed upon the two with wondersome expressions. And then the song finally concluded. The black-haired maiden tugged at her dress in anxiety, but instead of frightening silence, she was met with the loud, booming sound of applause, as well as various hoots and hollers from those who had already consumed way too much whiskey.

Benji was one of the last to finish clapping. A valiant grin on his face, he crossed and his arms and shook his head in astonishment. "Sammie Tyrant," he began, "I hope you know that you just elicited goosebumps and chills out of everyone in this apartment." He removed the grey fedora from off of his head, running his fingers through his jet-black hair. "I...I don't know how else to put it: I am enraptured by your voice." He continued to shake his head, still blown away by her performance. "Me and you. We need to collaborate. Now. Soon. Sometime. You in?" He leaned towards her, eagerly awaiting her response.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L. Character Portrait: Gigi Fontaine Character Portrait: Benji Pennington

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Sammie had the dorkiest grin on her face as there were hoots and hollers in the apartment from her little stunt, and was actually surprised Benji himself was soo.. surprised.

"Sammie Tyrant, I hope you know that you just elicited goosebumps and chills out of everyone in this apartment. I...I don't know how else to put it: I am enraptured by your voice. Me and you. We need to collaborate. Now. Soon. Sometime. You in?"

She grinned like a cheeky schoolgirl and blushed as she watched his strong hand fork through his delicate hair. She noticed their closeness had shrunk, as Benji seemed to heavily be leaning on his foot towards her. "Of course! I'd love to! " She squealed, and her hands glued together, all her fingers wrapped around each other. She cleared her throat, and nodded awkwardly. "I have an agent, but they're not exactly my 'official' person. I think I'd rather just set this up with you personally." She slyly smirked in his direction before disappearing briefly to get her number on something.

"Here ya go." She smiled at Benji, a hint of curiosity in her beaming brown eyes.



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"Pardon me for asking this, but...are you French? Your accent...it's familiar. My grandpa used to have one just like yours and he was French. Immigrated into the country when he was just eleven. He passed a year ago, but...for my family and I, he's still not gone."

"Oui, Oui." He couldn't help the mischievous grin he flashed towards her, and the glimmer of adventure in his eyes. "I am originally from Nantes, French. I apologize for your loss, bon." He smirked apologetically at her, and ran a sharp hand through his hair. Then, everything suddenly erupted into a new level of 'partying' as Sammie made herself known via the karaoke machine in the living room.

"She's good.. your roommate." He muttered as he envisioned himself trailing a trail of butterfly kisses along Ellie's neck, and hearing a beautiful sound to hear. "If I didn't know any better.." He started rather casually, " that man looks as if.. he's protective of her. He's been really.. physically close all night." Ben eyed Ellie, wondering if she even knew the devilish bloke.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L. Character Portrait: Benji Pennington

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So he was a frenchman. After the boy named Benjamin apologized for her loss, the whole room grew mysteriously quiet. Confused, she turned in the opposite direction. It was then that Sammie's talents shined through her performance on the karaoke machine towards the front of the room. She had a couple of friends sing backup beside her throughout the emotional ballad, but the real icing on the cake came from the unknown man who decided to chip in and belt along with the girl. Their miniature concert was something raw and impassionate, and by the end of the duet, the whole apartment was buzzing with the sound of applause. There was a proud smirk on Ellie's face as she gave her roomate an approving nod.

"She's good.. your roommate." said her new acquaintance just before the girl could finish clapping. "If I didn't know any better.." he started rather casually, "that man looks as if.. he's protective of her." Ellie eyed the fedora-clad man who had just showcased his voice to the audience. His jet-black hair was both alluring and mysterious. "He's been really.. physically close all night." Ben added.

She scoffed. "Well, that's Sammie for you," Ellie chuckled mirthlessly, still turned to face her roomate. "She's always attracting members of the opposite sex. It's like she's a siren. I bet men would die at her feet if she let them. The problem is that she doesn't see the effects she has on people. I guess she's oblivious, in a sense. 'Totally clueless', as Alicia Silverstone would say."

She then pivoted back to Ben, shaking her head and training her eyes down at the floor again. She continued to smile and chortle in utter irony. "While she's always got guys chasing her around like dogs on a leash, I'd be lucky just to have a guy ask me out!"




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Pulling out his slick black iphone from his jean pocket, Benji copied down Sammie's number, repling with smirk slyer than the one she had given him just moments ago.

"I'll be keeping in touch," he crowed, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. "If you're free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I suppose we could meet up and start working right away. Maybe a jam session in Central Park, if you're feeling adventurous."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and stared wistfully into space, his eyes shining. "People perform out on the streets with taxis and noisy pedestrians. However, the wise know to play amdist the greenery of Central Park. Do y'know why?" he asked. "It's because street performers will play in places where there's a lot of people so that they can earn tons of spare change. True musicians, however, will perform in places of peace and serenity so that those who are willing to find it themselves will discover it through the melodies they play and the craft they put out in the open."

He wanted to take out a cigarette and a lighter right there, but he didn't know whether or not the girl in front of him would mind it. "Now that you know you've got the goods, Sammie Tyrant, I guess it's time for you to figure out what kind of artist you want to be."

He gave her another smirk, this time turning around and heading in the direction of the alcoholic beverages. However, as he did this, he continued to gaze at her. His visage and posture was undoubtedly enticing; it was as though he was inviting her to follow him. If his hopes were favorable, she would.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L. Character Portrait: Gigi Fontaine Character Portrait: Benji Pennington

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"While she's always got guys chasing her around like dogs on a leash, I'd be lucky just to have a guy ask me out!"

Benjamin smirked his lips into a sly smile, as he scrambled his brain to come up with a good reason to ask the girl on a date. An actual real-live date. He looked at the floor as she did as well, unknowingly mirroring her actions. "I.. um.." He cleared his throat, hoping she might catch on in the slightest.

"I would love to accompany you on such a date." He shyly spoke, and ran his hand through his dark hair, wondering if he'd come on too strong, or if he'd made the right decision generally. He looked back at her casually, and swallowed hard.

"I mean.. if y-you have a gentleman friend or you're talking to someone already.. I-I understand-d." He bit his lip in what his mother described, an 'adorable' manner, and his hands shoved in his pockets as he'd set his drink down a million thoughts ago.



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"Central Park. Got it." She nodded triumphantly, and smiled as she observed the way his eyes seemed to shine in the living room lights. "Isn't it-" Before she got a chance to say, Benji answered the question just as quickly as he asked it, and Sammie couldn't hold back the laugh escaping her red lips.

As the all-too-subtle Benji seemed to whisk to the alcoholic beverages, she pursed her lips into a mischievous smirk, running a hand down her ponytail, before confidently following the mysterious man, she'd only met mere minutes ago.

"Tell me, Benji.." She started, with a somewhat sturdy tone. "What brought you here tonight? I know Gigi's loudmouth wasn't the only thing reeling through that smart brain of yours." Her eyes squinted only slightly, her eyes appearing more voluminous. Thanks CoverGirl.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L. Character Portrait: Benji Pennington

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In response to her statement, Benjamin shyly gazed down at the floor and gave an expression as though he were wracking his brain to come up with some sort of cordial retort.

"I.. um.." he softly muttered, clearing his throat, "I would love to accompany you on such a date."

Ellie just stared at him for a moment with wide, beady eyes. Sporadically, her lips curled up into a huge smile, and she began to laugh. Loudly. In fact, she guffawed as though he had just told the most hilarious joke New York City had ever heard. And with all honesty, she really did believe that he was messing around with her. But then he began to anxiously digress, and slowly, awkwardly, she realized Ben was being serious.

"I mean.. if y-you have a gentleman friend or you're talking to someone already.. I-I understand-d." he said while apprehensively biting his lower lip.

"Oh my god! I didn't realize you were actually...I'm so sorry! I'm such an effing jerk! I-"

Realizing how inaudibly fast she was talking, Ellie quickly composed herself and gave the young man a gentle smile. "I mean, I'd love to!" she ejaculated, "and no, I don't have any gentlemen callers or anything. Well, I guess just you if you count what's just occured at this very moment..."

Defeated by uncontrollable social ineptness, the girl just ran a hand through her frizzy brown hair and placed a hand on her hip. She emotionlessly stared down at the floor until she could conjure something else to say to Benjamin's charming face.

"So um...did you have any place or anything in mind?"




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"Tell me, Benji.." Sammie Tyrant mused with puckered red lips, "What brought you here tonight? I know Gigi's loudmouth wasn't the only thing reeling through that smart brain of yours."

The young musician smiled and laughed rather indulgently. "True, she wasn't the only thing that brought me here. I guess there are two distinct answers to your question. One is rather simple. The other is a bit more...philosophical."

A glass of red wine was clasped between his fingers. He swirled around the smooth beverage (as well as his many rough thoughts), before giving a coherent answer.

"First of all, I came here to network. A musician needs to promote like a spider needs to spin a web. In this city, you'll never know who you might run into..." He said this while leaning in closer to Sammie.

"Secondly, I came to observe," Benji added after sipping down a few drops of his drink. His breath became laced with the spicy, sultry tang of the luxurious liquor. "There are those who choose to pay attention to tiny morsels of logic that nobody else sees. They then use that logic to fuel projects or get tasks done. Take the fictuous character, Sherlock Holmes for example; he deducts things from small details, consequently using his findings to catch criminals and, generally speaking, save the day."

Benji gazed down at the floor for a moment, and then fixated his eyes back on Sammie. "Now, I'm no detective, but I can perceive something that many others can't. It's a little something called emotion, and believe me when I say that it's everywhere. I use the large quantities of emotion in a room to fuel projects and tasks as well. Those projects and tasks are, as you have probably guessed, songwriting. Emotion is important because it can do so much to just a few bars of notes and some rusty old lyrics. It can make a song rememberable. RELATABLE. It can make people dance or cry. It can tell that kid who thinks he's different that he's not alone in the world, or it can tell the shy girl that she's got what it takes to follow her dreams. Putting feelings - raw, REAL passion - into a song is like writing a love letter to society. And I don't know about you, Miss Tyrant, but I think this twisted society of ours could use a bit of love..."

He gave a gentle smirk, backed away, and leaned himself against a nearby wall.

"And so, those are the two reasons why I have crashed this party tonight."

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Benjamin's pupils dilated more and more as Ellie went from crazed laughter to sudden seriousness, and his nerves couldn't quite take the sudden emotional changes. "I.. um.." He stuttered, words seeming to be the last thing coming out of him, besides stutters.

"D-do you mind if we leave?" He asked as polite as he could. Then, holding out his hand, he managed a small smirk. "I want to show you something. " He smiled, and then as soon as Ellie agreed to go, he pulled them out of the little apartment and down to the sidewalk.

His cafe wasn't too far, it was a walk, but nothing they couldn't handle. He unlocked the door, letting her inside first, before locking the door behind him. "C'mere." He said softly, and motioned towards the stairs in the back. It was circular staircase, and they wound themselves around and around before they came to another floor of the cafe, most likely considered an attic. "This is my safe room." He sighed, looking at her sadly.

"I thought you might like it. You're welcome to hide out here if things get too wild with the models and such." He genuinely offered, running a shaky hand through his hair. "My.. um.. friend tells me that I need somewhere I can always feel safe, and warm." He explained, then rubbed his arm with his now free hand as he looked towards Ellie.

There were bookshelves almost covering every inch of wall in the already smaller room. Then, a cozy bed, with an armchair nearby, and a circular end table next to the chair, where an older lamp sat plugged into the wall.



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Sammie's lips continued to purse into a deeper smirk as she listened to Benji's theories. "Songs of love?" She questioned aloud. "I guess I'll have to find a male counterpart in order to successfully have a love song. Too bad there aren't any eligible males around." She shrugged comically, and sipped on the margarita she'd helped herself too, and scanned the room.

There were way more people than she thought, and her apartment was starting to get a little uncomfortable. No wonder Ellie seemed to have disappear. A pang of worry washed over the brunette's simple face, but she quickly shrugged it off. Suddenly, there was loud scream, and a group of girls, and their boyfriends gathered in a circle. Without realizing what was happening she drug Benji into the circle with her, and before she could object, the bottle landed square on Benji.

"You have to kiss Sammie!" A model's voice giggled through the room in declaration as the bottle landed on both her and Benji. Sammie's eyes grew big, her cheeks turning flush. "You guys are ridiculous, why are we even playing this?" She sighed, and looked at the bottle. Yep, still pointed at the man who had been sending her odd signals all night. She kept her eyes fixated on the ground, slowly looking towards the fireplace.