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itselectrique- December 22nd, 22:34
awake
- Here we come a wassailing
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- what_about_meee
- December 22nd, 20:21
Ben sets out across the barracks that evening with plates in hand. He stops at several houses, knocking once before leaving a plate next to the door with a note attached. He visits the houses of: Juliet and James, Alex, Tom, Ethan, Bonnie, Charlie and Claire, Sun, Shannon, Desmond, Eloise, Steve and Scott, Rose, and Arzt. He even treks out to the foot to leave Jacob a plate. Any omissions he makes is not an accident.
The cookie are, of course, home made and each attached note is hand written.
Attached to Alex's plate of cookies is a special note:
- wat
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- omgpotatochips
- December 22nd, 15:42
chipper
OwOSheepyOwOSheepyGOING CHRISTMAS SHOPPING 2DAAAAY. Tia's wearing my clothes and Pappi said we look like the toxic twins. Motherfuckin' Innovators, yeah.OwOSheepy
- O Christmas Tree
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- what_about_meee
- December 22nd, 0:28
Ben has spent the day trimming his home with Christmas decorations he pulls from closets. He used to decorate more liberally when Alex lived with him, but he finds he doesn't have much Christmas spirit this year. Despite this, he feels that it's something HE should do.
So he decorates a palm with lights and ornaments, sighing softly when he comes across one made of macaroni and glitter by Alex. He hangs them all on the tree and places a few wrapped gifts beneath it. He moves on to hang the two stockings he has. One for him, one for Alex. A fake poinsettia decorates his table and some Santa statues stand on his coffee table.
It's not much, but at least it looks like Christmas is approaching. It has taken him nearly all day, as he is still in pain and it takes him a while to move around. Ben heaves a sigh, takes a pain pill, and goes back to baking his Christmas cookies.
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- itselectrique
- December 21st, 19:50
crappy
I don't even know why I try anymore.
Everything is shit. I'm just fucked up loner that no one wants around. I can't even go two days without crying.
- I still fear the telephone
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- itselectrique
- December 21st, 18:28
apathetic
- Quite possibly the most beautiful piece of music I've ever let slip my mind
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- itselectrique
- December 20th, 5:13
rejuvenated
- Another birthday
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- what_about_meee
- December 19th, 19:43
After encountering James and Juliet last night, Ben sneaked home as quietly as he could. He's much worse for the wear, considering the beating from Sayid, a beating and more hickies from Smokes, and spending a night in the jungle after he left the Temple. Juliet gave him a quick examination after they found him, and she declared his nose (that she had just set a few days before) to be re-broken, his ribs still fractured.
He was able to convince Juliet, based on the fact that he could still walk and was coherent, to let him go home for the night and rest in his own bed. This afternoon, he's in pain and will likely need to see Juliet or Ethan.
But for now, Ben sits on his porch, silently holding an old wooden doll. He turns it over in his hands, his mind drifting to the past.
He wonders if anyone will remember. Does it even matter? He tries to tell himself that it doesn't.
- AT THE TEMPLE,,, AGAIN
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- whirrrrrr
- December 18th, 22:32
AFTER MAKING SURE BEN IS WELL GONE, SMOKES GOES BACK DOWN ONE OF THE HALLWAYS IN THE TEMPLE TO A ROOM FULL OF DUSTY OLD KNICK KNACKS. MOST OF THEM HAVE CARDS STUCK TO THEM OR TAGS WITH "FROM: JACOB" SCRAWLED ON THEM. SMOKES PICKS OUT A SNOWGLOBE AND WALKS BACK OUT INTO THE MAIN AREA OF THE TEMPLE, PLACING IT ON THE TABLE WHERE BEN KNOCKED OVER HIS MODEL BOAT.
HE STANDS BACK AND LOOKS IT OVER A MOMENT, CHUCKLING TO HIMSELF, BEFORE GOING BACK TO THE KITCHEN TABLE AND DUMPING THE MODEL BOAT WRECKAGE IN THE GARBAGE.
- The Odd Couple
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- what_about_meee
- December 18th, 1:02
It's been an interesting few days at the Temple with Smokes. To distract himself from the fact that the Monster is allowing him to lie low in the Temple, Ben has spent more of his time cleaning and trying to avoid Smokes.
Ben can't believe the filth he's seen and despite Smokes being quite vocal about not liking the cleaning, Ben continues.
Ben's up early the next morning (Smokes sleeps late and Ben likes the time alone) and begins cleaning. He's in a side room dusting, sweeping things up when he knocks into a table. Several things wobble, but one falls to the ground with a loud crash. Ben beds over to see: what was formerly an elaborate boat model lies in pieces on the floor.
As if he'll notice.
Ben mumbles and sweeps the pieces into his dust pan.
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- omgpotatochips
- December 18th, 0:33
- grateful
My little sister was insisting that I watch Spirited Away with her.
That film completely occupied my life for at least three years of my childhood (lolchildhood), so I've mostly been trying to avoid it for the past.. uh, four or five years. She really wanted me to watch it with her, though, so I gave in.
I cried four times.
And there might be a fifth or a sixth. I'm trying to recover, but these weak, alkaline fluids just keep flowing from my tear ducts. How could I ever call Martyrs the most beautiful film I'd ever seen? What the hell possessed me when I decided I'd never watch it again? Jesus fuck.
Dammit, I'm going to be tearing up for the next three hours.
.../sniffle
- AT THE TEMPLE
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- whirrrrrr
- December 17th, 0:19
SMOKES WANDERED OUT INTO THE MAIN AREA OF THE TEMPLE TO FIND BEN SCRUBBING DOWN ONE OF THE TABLES WITH SOME SORT OF LEMON SCENTED CLEANER. IT HADN'T EVEN BEEN 24 HOURS AND THE TEMPLE WAS ALREADY CLEAN AND SMELLING DECENT AGAIN. SMOKES GROANS AND WALKS OVER TO YANK THE SPONGE OUT OF BEN'S HAND.
WHERE ARE YOU EVEN GETTING THESE CLEANING SUPPLIES?
- Why do people hit on us?
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- omgpotatochips
- December 14th, 21:55
About two hours ago, Pappi and I were taking our dog for a walk. We turn onto a street, and a truck passes.
I hear, from the truck, "ERR YA OV'R AY-TEEN?" (Which translates to "Are you above the age of eighteen?")
And ignore it.
Barely a moment later, "HOW OLD 'ER YA?" ("What is your age?")
We lol'd for like, fifteen minutes.
Pappi's my mom.
We're the same height.
Rednecks hit on us.
- In which Ben considers weaving.
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- what_about_meee
- December 14th, 19:53
Ben wakes. He's not entirely sure what time it is anymore. He doesn't know if it's day or night. It's disorienting and frustrating and Ben grunts as he rolls to a sitting position. His head still aches, his shoulder throbs. The..."bruises" at his throat are quite tender. Ben's stomach rumbles loudly and he casts a glance to the uneaten food Sayid brought. If he thought Ben was going to touch that poisonous heap of muck that was trying to pass as food, Sayid had another thing coming.
He's bored and angry. Ben picks at the threads in the mattress. Maybe he'll weave himself a mat. Surely, Jacob would know how to do that. Ben grimaces at the thought of Jacob and sighs heavily. The deep breath hurts his ribs and Ben moans a bit, content to feel sorry for himself.
- Blissfully Unaware.
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- tom_friendly
- December 14th, 19:48
Tom finished the last of his dishes, wiping his hands off on a towel before giving the stack of Ben's casserole dishes an affectionate glance. He had washed them with care, making sure not to chip them as he was wont to do with his own mishandled cookware.
Needless to say, Tom wasn't looking forward to cooking his own meals throughout remainder of the week. Friday couldn't come soon enough.
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- omgpotatochips
- December 14th, 2:48
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- itselectrique
- December 14th, 0:46
stressed
- *In the cell. Still.*
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- what_about_meee
- December 13th, 21:15
Ben mutters slightly as he wakes from his Percocet induced sleep. Everything aches terribly still. Sleeping on the hard concrete slab and STILL being handcuffed surely is not helping matters.
Ben manages to sit up and leans against the cell wall. He sighs, the pounding in his head returning as he realizes the Percocet has worn off.
The ice pack Juliet put on his ribs is now melted and warm. He's once again reminded of how utterly ridiculous this all is, how unjust. As if in answer to his thoughts, Ben's stomach rumbles and he realizes the only thing he's eaten since being here is a protein bar provided by Juliet.
Ben curses under his breath and tries to stretch his arms. They ache for a range of movement the cuffs and sling don't provide.
He leans his head back, grumbling some more and wonders if someone will pay him a visit. Juliet? Tom? James, to release him?
- Woaaah.
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- omgpotatochips
- December 13th, 17:28
numb
I've been doing nothing but sleep lately. I wake up for a few hours, but then I just go back to sleep.
And I love it, because I've had some badass dreams.
Like today, I dreamed that I was in Celestial Being and we all went to have Thanksgiving dinner at Allelujah's house. It was really nice. Plus, last night, Mtv had some sort of horror movie marathon and I stayed up to watch it. Also really nice. I'm passing out. I think it's the painkillers I have to take for my headaches. Not that I mind. I'm probably not gonna remember typing this up. XD;
Umm.. I'm sorry, BB.
- *In the cell*
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- what_about_meee
- December 12th, 16:31
Sometime around mid-morning, Ben comes to. He blinks, trying to get his eyes to focus and groans when he tries to sit up.
His hands are cuffed together, he's covered in blood, and he aches all over. A lifetime of beatings tells him that his nose is probably broken, some ribs likely cracked or bruised, his lips swollen. His entire head aches and he realizes he was likely knocked unconscious and dragged here...
Here. Where was here? Ben sits up painfully and looks around. He's locked in...in a cell. He makes his mind think back to the night before. Who was it? The Smoke Monster? No, that was 2 nights ago. Last night was Sayid. Sayid had paid him a visit, set upon some misplaced renegade justice.
Cursing Sayid, Ben gasps in pain as he drags himself up to a wall to lean against.
How long had he been here? Did anyone else know where he was?
- Page Summary
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- itselectrique — films
- what_about_meee — Here we come a wassailing — 48 comments
- omgpotatochips — wat
- what_about_meee — O Christmas Tree
- itselectrique — (no subject)
- itselectrique — I still fear the telephone
- itselectrique — Quite possibly the most beautiful piece of music I've ever let slip my mind
- what_about_meee — Another birthday — 182 comments
- whirrrrrr — AT THE TEMPLE,,, AGAIN
- what_about_meee — The Odd Couple — 65 comments
- omgpotatochips — (no subject) — 5 comments
- whirrrrrr — AT THE TEMPLE — 59 comments
- omgpotatochips — Why do people hit on us? — 3 comments
- what_about_meee — In which Ben considers weaving. — 131 comments
- tom_friendly — Blissfully Unaware. — 14 comments
- omgpotatochips — (no subject) — 1 comment
- itselectrique — (no subject)
- what_about_meee — *In the cell. Still.* — 32 comments
- omgpotatochips — Woaaah.
- what_about_meee — *In the cell* — 84 comments
