[the entire room is intoxicating and it leaves ben feeling confused and unsettled and scared, a nasty mix of emotions that he can feel bottle up in his gut and squeeze at his throat. a part of him wants a drink, something to quench his thirst, but he doesn't trust anything in the midst of the crowd, let alone whatever this -- the place itself -- is.
he's itching for a cigarette, and with his unsuccessful escapade around the hallways and never-ending amount of rooms, he still could not find answers, so he's back where he started. at some point, he's accidentally pulled into the crowd. he meant to stick to the walls, to watch things from a distance, but as more people arrive and clutter the place up, there really is nowhere else to go. too many people are brushing up against him already, and he hates it. he convinces himself that if he can just make it to the other side of the room, there will be more space.
and he's sort of right, because he can see a good spot for him to sit and watch the whole damned thing unfold, it's just a matter of getting there.
the overwhelming sensation of the whole place leave him somewhat clumsy, though, and he allows himself to be shoved by a panicked man looking for someone. he would have been fine if he could stumble without any real casualties, but ben being ben, he happens to stumble back into a woman(?) he thinks, anyway, of much smaller stature.
with a mumbled curse, he's hoping he doesn't bring them both down.]
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he's itching for a cigarette, and with his unsuccessful escapade around the hallways and never-ending amount of rooms, he still could not find answers, so he's back where he started. at some point, he's accidentally pulled into the crowd. he meant to stick to the walls, to watch things from a distance, but as more people arrive and clutter the place up, there really is nowhere else to go. too many people are brushing up against him already, and he hates it. he convinces himself that if he can just make it to the other side of the room, there will be more space.
and he's sort of right, because he can see a good spot for him to sit and watch the whole damned thing unfold, it's just a matter of getting there.
the overwhelming sensation of the whole place leave him somewhat clumsy, though, and he allows himself to be shoved by a panicked man looking for someone. he would have been fine if he could stumble without any real casualties, but ben being ben, he happens to stumble back into a woman(?) he thinks, anyway, of much smaller stature.
with a mumbled curse, he's hoping he doesn't bring them both down.]