BROOKS, BEN

[ben brooks]

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[rs=2]	"well hello there, i'm glad you could make it here today. please, tell me your name. first middle and last please and if you have any nicknames you would like to be called?" “Benji Allen Brooks, but people just call me Ben. Benji sounds like a dog.” Ben chuckles a little as his large blue eyes take in his surroundings. He was always aware of what was happening. Old habits die hard. "interesting name you got there, dude. i'll just call you bob. so where are you from? out of town, state, country? you don't mind maybe telling me about your ethnitic background?" “Really? Bob?” Ben shakes his head trying to decide on how aggressive to get with this guy. Maybe he was just playing. Sighing, he decided to let it slide. “I’m from Las Vegas. I’m Italian and Dutch.” "aha, now that is interesting! you must a lot of money then? yes? no? what group would you consider yourself in? upper class, middle class, or, down below, lower class?" “Look, I have enough to get by.” He said bluntly. Should he tell them his mom was a stripper? Or that he was a thief? With a glare Ben decided to do neither. This guy was not buttering him up enough to earn any favors. "niice! you must have a style then. what do you bring in? the baggy jeans and backwards hats or the tucked in shirts and flip flops? 'com on, i won't judge." “I like to shop at Pacsun and Rue21.…prints and vnecks and jeans. Nothing special.” Now that he thought about it, Ben never put much thought into his clothes. He usually wasn’t planning to be starred at. He just bought what he liked. "i see, so you will fit in perfect here. hmm, i'm interested in your likes and dislikes. do you have any hobbies? you seem like you would be one busy person. tell me a little about yourself. i won't bite." Ben thought for a second. “I take pictures.” He said and shrugged. That was about it. Other than trying to support his family, that was the only thing he had time for. Or made time for. He had a pretty nice camera, it would have been nearly four grand had he actually paid for it. "aha, you have quiet the personality there. this might be a weird question but, are you gay? straight? a swinger? i just got this weird vibe when you were telling me about that cat... just kidding, i'm just curious." This question struck Ben, since he had never really thought about it. He liked girls. But, well he was the type to be open minded. “I’ve had girlfriends.” He said blankly. This guy was really nosy. "oh, in that case, how are you doing cutie? haha, i'm just pulling your leg, your not my type. so do you have any deadly secrets that others might gasp at? i am really curious about this one. you seem like a mysterious person. partier? drinker? smoker? tell me it all." Ben felt a little guilty. “Ask me once you get to know me.” He said vaguely. He could turn invisible and move things with his mind? That’s gasp worthy right? Or that he was a master thief? Or that he accidentally killed five people breaking out of juvie? He had cigarettes in his pocket. He had too many secrets. "oh, well never mind then... next question, lets go simple. what are your hopes and dreams? still want to be a doctor when you grow up? or is that just when you were two? tell me where you want to see yourself in another twenty years." “To keep people safe from the horrible shit out there.” He said simply enough. “I want to maybe teach here when I get to old to hunt anymore.” It was true, Ben wanted to hunt with everything in him. "hmm, alright. last one, okay? what's your history? we already know where you came from but how did you grow up, a good or bad childhood? and how did you wind up in little old wayside, maine? that is interesting as well. Do you really want to be a Hunter?" “Well I probably don’t have worse than other kids here. It just wasn’t a piece of cake.” Ben wanted this to be done. Who was this guy to ask him that? What did he expect? ‘Hi I’m Ben, my mom was beat to death by a skin walker who stole her form and didn’t know I was her son and tried to sleep with me. Then the thing tried to shoot me and I had to fight off my own mother until Sam and Dean walked in and shot her in the face? Then I was left to be put in foster care were I ran away and used my gifts to become a thief for hire before the brothers tracked me down and invited me to this school? Yea right. He didn’t plan on telling that story any time soon. "wow! well thank you for being here for the interview, um, one question, can i have your number? haha, just kidding. i love doing that to people. please don't forget to go to the claims and claim your lovely face so no one will steal it. also add this character to your who plays who list in general!"
shoe. 21. eight.

[shoe]