fairynuff | IC Speed Dating Meme

NAME: ben hawkins
GENDER: male
PREFERENCES: "no" ~~females any age it really doesnt matter to him~~

So, since we didn't actually get to know each other as well as we could have the first couple of times we talked... ( she smiles, fabulous in all her sparkly glory ) Tell me more about yourself.

[he is not buying this he doesn't even know why he's here.]

What do you wanna know?

[he's not gonna make it easy, lydia.]

Favorite food, color... Where you grew up. Childhood pets... Favorite subject in school. You know, the basics. ( WORK WITH HER HERE UGH )

Don't got a favorite food or color. I grew up in Milfay. [he skips the part on pets on purpose] Didn't go to school after sixth grade.

[he shakes his head, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. he hates this, and he couldn't make it more obvious.]

That's it. My life ain't interesting.

[except it is.]

Alright then. ( he's really going to be a pain in the ass, isn't he? she smiles, though. sweetly. ) I was born and raised in Beacon Hills, my favorite color is blush pink, tied closely with meditteranean blue. I adore sushi and anything that includes fresh baby spinach, and if latte didn't exist I'm not really sure how I'd be alive. My favorite subject is math. Now.

( she knows there's got to be more to it. he comes with weird whispers. )

Biggest secret. I'll start this time.

( time to be a freak!! )

I'm a Banshee.

[sushi? latte? beacon hills? she was speaking a different language to him, at that point. he doesn't really care about any of these things, anyway. he didn't ask for some sort of exchange of information.

and even more so when she mentions 'banshee'. his brows crinkle together and he opens a hand a bit, giving another curt shake of his head.]

What's that?

Edited 2014-09-17 04:43 (UTC)

Banshees are harbingers of death, in a way. They also have the nickname 'the wailing woman'? Ancient stories tell of each royal family, in Ireland specifically, having a Banshee.. She would show up, right before someone's death, and she would scream. My... abilities aren't that finite. There's more to it, and it's complicated. I can hear things no one else hears. A supernatural frequency that no one else can pick up on, except other Banshees.

( SM I I I I LE )

Your turn.

[ben certainly listens, watching her intently as she explains. he understand, acknowledges her confession. some part of him urges him to feel fear, but he can't, and he doesn't. he's had plenty of trouble dealing with his own powers already, he doesn't need to question someone else's. he doesn't say anything at first, just stares for a good few silent moments, nearly glaring, before planting his hand down on the table and standing up.]

No. It was real nice talkin' to you.

[byyYYEEEEEE catch him if u can]

Wait!

( lydia stands and reaches out, grabbing at his wrist. her eyes widen and it's like a crackle of lightning in her ears. she stares at him, because he's... whispering. all around him, whispering. she searches his face for something, for any indication that he knows what's going on. )

-- Ben?

( her voice is hushed. and... scared. )

[it's the initial touch that makes him jolt. staring at her with alarm. he can feel her, feel that something is strange and wrong. he tugs his hand away abruptly, touching his wrist with his hand as if she'd shocked him.]

What was that?

I don't know. ( but the whispers aren't any quieter and she clamps her hands over her ears ) What are you?

[nearly breathlessly, he responds after a moment. no one ever asked him besides the man he nearly killed for calling the cops on him. he echoes her:]

I don't know.

[he's not human, that's for damn sure.]

Edited 2014-09-17 19:05 (UTC)

Death. But something else... ( she looks into his eyes. Trying to make sense of this... It's not going to be easy. ) Life. Both, I don't know how - ( but the whispers are just getting louder. She wills them to stop, as hard as she can. She doesn't want to scream here. ) Why don't you like it when people touch you?

[ben gives such a quick, small shake of his head that it's as though he's hardly shaking it at all. she's scaring him, with how much she knows-- he's beginning to withdraw.]

Just don't.

( she frowns, and folds her arms over her chest. ) There's no reason to be like that.

[he gives her a pointed look. of course there's reason. there's reason to everything he does, and he doesn't like her pushing for whatever answer she expects.

he doesn't answer her, he waits. waits for a better explanation, waits for her to apologize for grabbing for him-- anything. if she brings it up again, he's going to walk away.]

( oh so she's going to have to do this the hard way. she stares at him, right into his eyes, right through him. the whispers are getting too loud again. so she'll just have to show him. maybe it'll motivate him to actually talk to her about his life.

she breathes deep, opens her mouth, and lets out a nice glass-shattering banshee scream of supernatural proportions. )

[his hands shoot to cover his ears when it starts, and it feels like they're going to bleed, right then and there, and maybe they do. he tastes copper in his mouth, feels it soak his throat.

with one swift movement he doesn't even think about, he gathers the strength to reach forward and cover her lips with a hand, placing his other on her shoulder.]

Stop!

[there's an immediate calm in the air, as if everything's stopped. his heartbeat is calm; he's trying to help her. her scream isn't even an issue to him anymore.]

( lydia's eyes go wide for a split second because the contact is enough to startle her, especially coming from him. but what's more surprising is the fact that her voice quiets immediately, and she feels the whispers subsiding. she searches his face, because no one has ever been able to do anything like that. she brings one of her hands up to rest against the wrist attached to the hand clamped over her mouth. she breathes in through her nose, but it's like a little wisp. more like a sigh than a gasp. )

[gently and slowly, ben lets her go, making sure she's not going to scream even more (that was awful and he never wants to experience that again) and lowers his hands to his sides. he seems to have calmed down a bit, too.]

You ain't gonna start up again, right?

[he has to double check.]

Edited 2014-09-18 03:58 (UTC)