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to feel the highwe've got to learn to flyAs Ben walked down the street he spotted a dinky little pawn shop. Its bright signs the perfect, misleading attraction for tourists wandering slightly to far away from Timesquare. He decided to brave the tourist trap and see if there were any neat blades he could purchase. As he approached the door he quickly knelt down and re did his shoe-laces, a quirky habit of his that had stuck with him for a long time. He never seemed to like the way they lay on his feet and would redo them constantly.That's not really all that much better," he said aloud. He stood up and pushed the door open walking inside. He was greeted by a low chime from the door. The shop was a buzz with people. Most of them looking at the jewelry in the display case. A large woman stood at the checkout line trying to purchase a ceramic strawberry.'I'll never understand peoples taste in decorations,' he thought as he squeezed past the hefty woman. Her rump left little room to pass by and he had to turn his body sideways to fit between her and the display case that was more than uncomfortably close to her backside.He slipped through without disrupting her purchase and made his way towards the back of the store where a row of guns hung on the wall. The employee there was helping an old man who wanted to haggle for a gun but he was adamant about his inability to budge on the price price point.Ben looked around and found the knife section. It was always nice to have a good sharp blade on you. Not only for defense but just in case something needed to be cut. A blade was a truly miraculous device in Ben's eyes. And in his hands others saw how miraculous they could be. A sword caught his attention, it was a fake samurai blade. A reproduction no doubt but it was still nicely decorated. What caught him though was the coloration. A grey and red handle that fell in line with his alter ego "Irenic's" costume. 'I don't even know how to use one of those,' Ben thought, 'but it would look awesome on my back.' He let out a chuckle as he imagined himself like a ninja descending on people. Would they turn and run even if he didn't use it? It was definitely something he wanted.The old man had turned away grumbling about the price of the rifle and the employee turned to Ben. "Can I help you with anything sir?"Ben lit up with a smile, "Yeah," his eyes shone brightly, "Can I see that sword with the grey and red handle?"The man bent down and slid the display case open, handing the sword off to Ben. It was lightweight, definitely decorative. The handle wouldn't hold onto the blade if he tried to strike something with it. But it was perfect for cosmetic appearancesHe held the blade up and looked at it in the light above his head.statuscompletetaggedopenoutfitclickwords516notesnoneTHIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

There was still a little bit of ice-cream taste in Rosie's mouth. It was sweet and creamy and it felt wonderful on her tastebuds. She didn't always like sweets, though it tasted good today. Claire had tied Rosie's long blond hair back in a ponytail that whipped from side to side as she walked. It made her feel bouncy. Because it made her feel bouncy her footsteps bounced a little more than usual, making the whip-like tail of hair swing from side to side even more.Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.How log had she been walking? She wasn't scared this time. Usually she found herself scared with so many people being around and she would get lost. She wasn't like that now; she was in her costume. Her costume consisted of a feathered blue mask and a blue dress. It wasn't much, but she didn't feel like she needed much. It was just fine the way it was.Rosie picked up her feet, letting herself float over passersby, her skirt ruffling in the wind. She had shorts under, so it wasn't a problem. She spread her arms out wide, twirling around in the air. People oohed and ahhed at her twirl, making her blush. She drifted up and up, high enough to land softly on the top of a building. Rosie realized she shouldn't be doing this without something to do; she was attracting too much attention.Her feet found purchase on the cement top of the building, and she untied her mask from her face after checking to make sure no one was around to see her. She also did a quick movement with her hands her dress changed to a shirt and a pair of loose cotton pants. With that, she headed to the stairwell.She went down quickly, slipping through the door. She entered a pawn shop, and so she slipped past. On her way out, she saw a man looking a swords. She smiled and poked his ribs. "Swords are point and dangerous. Yes, they are dangerous. Dangerous because they are pointy."She smiled at him. "I like your nose. It's different. My name is Rosie. Like a flower. Rose-rose-Rosie."tagged: BenWORDS: 363. lyrics: none notes:Bleh, so sorry for the shortness of this.TY DANI!!11!1!▲

to feel the highwe've got to learn to flyAs Ben examined the sword ge felt a sharp pain in his ribs as some small soft object poked him. He turned to find a young girl with an air of innocence about her to be the one assaulting him. "Swords are point and dangerous. Yes, they are dangerous. Dangerous because they are pointy," she stated.She smiled at him. "I like your nose. It's different. My name is Rosie. Like a flower. Rose-rose-Rosie."Ben smiled. The young lady was an interesting one for sure. While holding the scabbard to the sword, He lightly rubbed his ribs where she had poked him. His other handspun the sword around in a show of his ability to wield the weapon. It gracefully sang through the air as it returned to its former position in his hand. Its handle pointed skyward as he released it. The blade fell and descended into its scabbard without a hitch. The twang of metal hitting the plastic scabbard sang out as the two connected. "My name's Ben," he replied, "And swords are dangerous, but I have to protect myself from bad guys somehow. Its a lot easier to do it with a blade than it is to do it with just my fists. And most of the time if you bring a sword to a fight, the other person wont want to fight at all. They'd be silly to. So sometimes its less dangerous to have a blade than to not."He placed the weapon back on the glass countertop, "Thanks sir but its more of a showpiece than an actual weapon." He smiled at the man and left the sword on the counter."Speaking of dangerous people, are you all alone in a pawn shop? Where are your parents?" Ben looked up from Rosie to see if anyone was looking for their daughter, but nobody seemed to mind that she had walked up to a complete stranger and started talking. Ben knelt down as he looked at her, "Is someone looking after you Rosie?"statuscompletetaggedopenoutfitclickwords333notesnoneTHIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

Swords were dangerous. That's what she'd been taught, but the way that this man handled a sword was like watching a ballerina dance. ti was controlled and elegant, though dangerous all the same. The way it moved in his and was unlike anything she'd seen in a long while. She didn't know what to do, so she stared. She stared because it was haunting and fascinating. That something so sharp and dangerous, that she'd been told never to touch or use, would just move in his hand like it was alive and tamed. Rosie never knew anything to be tamed, especially a blade.Rosie blinked at him and smiled, "I'm caring for myself. I ran away," she said proudly. She was proud she was a runaway, that she had chosen to stop the abuse that had gone in her house at one point in time, that she'd come a city of angels where good triumphed over the evil she'd see, that she could help people stay happy and safe. She wasn't very good at it yet, but that was alight. She was just Rosie for the time being, and learning to stand on her own. She wasn't very good at it, but learning took time."Your name is Ben. Ben is a nice name. I like it. It's a nice name." She repeated herself, as she tended to do, something about saying things twice or more made her feel better about what she had to say, like it confirmed that it was something true. "Does someone take care of you, Ben? Is someone looking for you?"Of course someone was probably looking for Rosie, but she was gone and no one could take her back. On the other hand, perhaps her parents didn't care that she was gone. Maybe she'd was safe to be Rosie here, because no one was looking for her.tagged: BenWORDS: 313. lyrics: none notes:Bleh, so sorry for the shortness of this.TY DANI!!11!1!▲

to feel the highwe've got to learn to flyThe intirguing girl continued to delight him. Something about her innocence and the way she repeated things made him feel comfortable. Ben stood up, stretching his limbs. His neck cracked as he bent it. The light popping brought a feeling of relief to him. It was instantly gratifying but the pleasure quickly evaporated and Ben was wishing he could pop his neck again. He looked down to Rosie."So you're all alone in the big city? Where do you stay?" He cracked his knuckles as he looked back at the display case. The glass was dirty. Fingerprints and what seemed to be some type of grease caked the outside of the glass. It was hard enough to see in, apparently this establishment didnt care enough to clean the display case more than once every month. A few more blades and swords laid out inside it but none of them really had any value to Ben. He either already owned a similar blade or the knives were to small to be of any practical use. The shop remained abuzz with the flurry of people shopping. The large woman who had finished purchasing her ceramic strawberry was still milling about. The older gentleman who had been grumbling about haggling for the gun in the back was also still around. He was attempting to look at a wooden giraffe that was sitting on one of the shelves but the buxom lady was standing in the way while she was examining a wooden tank. Normally two people could easily see both items but the woman's size was not accomidating the man. He was very interested in the giraffe for no real particular reason. His mood was still sour from the loss of the gun and this woman was not helping him to calm down in any particular manner. The lady's purse started buzzing and a song made of 8-bit notes and what seemed to be an outdated speaker rang across the pawn shop. She turned to dig in her purse and her rump came in contact with the man who was trying to see around her. He fell backwards and knocked into a plastic tower covered in stuffed animals. The leaning tower of animals came flopping down around him. The rain of fluffy animals would've been any child's dream come true as bears and dogs and bunny rabbits bounced all around him. The man was not a child though and he was thoroughly embarassed at having been knocked down and made such a large ruccus. "WHAT THE HELL WOMAN," he yelled as he threw a teddy bear at the woman who had knocked him over accidentally. She had not noticed the crashing of soft fluffy animals along with the man. She was smiling and talking into her phone, the cause of the earlier ringing, when a teddybear bounced off the back of her head."Oh my!" she exclaimed as she turned to see her agressor."You damn fatso! Can't you get your rump somewhere less in the way!" the man shouted. His face beet red. He had lost himself in his rage. His day was not going according to plan and to have this woman knock him down was the final straw.He stood up and threw another stuffed animal at the large lady. A bunny rabbit with googly eyes bounced off her chest as she tried to block it with her arms. It fell tot he ground its mission accompished with the same silly grin it had worn its entire life."Oh my goodness, sir!" she shouted as he began to volley multiple stuffed animals at her. His ammunition of choice not being very harmful but they were aimed with seething anger and a vicious intent. Soft cute animals became instantly transformed into plush missles of hatred. Ben had seen all this transpire and looked over with a grin at the strangely odd situation. As the man continued to hurl plush animals at the woman she clutched onto her ceramic strawberry with her whole life. She slunk down against the counter behind her, the wooden giraffe falling to the ground. As she fell to the ground the man did not let up and he coninued to pelt her with stuffed creatures repurposed into non-damaging weapons.Ben bounded over the glass display case that split the store in half with ease. His hand left an imprint along with the rest of the marks on the glass. the grease stuck to his hand but it was of little consequence at this moment in time. He arrived behind the man and grabbed his arms swiftly, halting the onslaught of plushies bearing down on the woman."Calm down sir!" Ben shouted as he restrained the man. "Who the hell..." the man shouted as he began to resist his captor.statuscompletetaggedopenoutfitclickwords~800notesnoneTHIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.