I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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Thread Topic: I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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"..Did you ever get into fights, or any anything you wish you could take back?" He turned, following the phone's directions. He glanced at Benton from the corner of his eye.
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"A few things, actually. He was always the one my parents liked better, I believed. One time, the whole day, he was criticizing everything I did so I finally yelled that I hated him and wished he was never born. Then I was grounded for two months from doing anything I liked. He got nothing. Though I suppose that was my fault." His left eye twitched.
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"I did that to my younger brother," James said softly. From there, he was silent, and stared on ahead. After a moment, he said, "You probably don't care, though, so I'm sorry for interrupting." His whole attitude was different, like someone HA tortured the fun out of him.
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Benton finally figured out how to say it. "I am sorry I am a dickface." He turned his body in the seat so that he was facing James. "Once I get used to somebody being at my home, I won't be as bad as I come off." (hehehe you know it) Hopefully, that works.
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"..Thank you." A smile broke onto James's face. When he stopped at the last red light, he turned to look at Benton. "It's not your fault, though, and I'm definitely sure we'll become friends. But.." He turned away as soon as the light turned green. "I suppose I should tell you about my childhood."
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Benton nodded. "Right you should. It would be nice to know a few things about you." He returned to the windshield. Benton had his ears listening for James so that he could switch back when he began talking. Good start, good start.
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James waited until he was able to focus on the cars in front of him. "I used to have the perfect family. A mom, a dad, a little sister, and a younger brother. We'd get into small fights, you know, it was never serious.. One day, when I was about twelve and my brother was seven, we decided to argue about who should get to use the gameboy first. It was so stupid, and our three year old sister started crying because we were too loud." He paused, his eyes loosing emotion. For a moment, he wondered if he should continue. "Mom told us to shut up, and in my mad rage, I told her I hated my family and I never wanted to see them breathing again. I ran outside to go scream like I always did. Wanna know what was different that time?"
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He felt like what James was going to say was not going to be too good. "What was different?" he questioned, turning back to him, yet again.
(that was short and I'm sorry.
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"Someone slaughtered my parents while I was out having my fit. My mom was hanging on the wall, pinned up by all of our silverware, and my dad had a bullet to his head--" Suddenly, he chocked up, tears in his eyes. "I watched them drag my siblings out of the house into a van and disappear. I haven't seen them since, and.." He sniffled, rubbing his eyes. "I try really hard to be nice and happy because I was always such a spoiled brat back then.."
(it's fine
sob stories don't need long responses) -
Benton let a barely audible, "Oh, my god," slip out from his mouth. He instinctively reached over and placed his hand sympathetically onto James' shoulder. "I am so, so sorry." Well, damn it. Now the fact that I was a big grump to him sounds horrible.
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"Hey, it's not like you're the one that killed them." He let out a little laugh, gently taking the other's hand off. "That's one of the reasons why I'm an assassin. The guy worked under my boss, and I have his name, I just can't seem to find him."
(WHAT IF THEY THE ASSASSIN DUDE THAT KILLED JAMES'S FAMILY ATTEMPTED TO ASSASSINATE BENTON) -
(AW MAH GAWD THAT SOUNDS INCREDIBLE :OOO)
Benton stuffed his hands into his pocket. "It is like he just went POOF and disappeared?" He turned off the radio, eager to listen to James some more. He was considering possibly helping him find the person who committed the crime. -
(JAMES WOULD BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF HIM)
"Yeah, pretty much. None of the other organizations have had him under their control, and we can't stroll into the FBI headquarters to ask if they know where he is." -
(I WOULD PAY TO SEE THAT)
"Well, no." Benton had no idea what to say after that, because, as stated before, human interaction was not his forte. He looked outside and noticed familiar settings. I am no help at all. He internally slapped himself a few times. -
(NO NEED TO PAY WE'RE THE ONES WRITING THE SHOW)
He sighed, a smile on his face. "Oh well. I'm sure it'll be okay as long as no one else has fallen under his knives." He reached over, poking Benton's face. "Benny, you should read a comic as soon as we get all of my s--- in your place."
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