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[benjificiary]

                                          𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 ** 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖘𝖐𝖎

because benji had held his silly little gig at the resort so long, his schedule was now, more or less, public knowledge. he wouldn't be present for opening shifts, he would inevitably have some sort of vital matters to attend to that led to an abandoning of post by eleven - and he liked it that way. it opened the door for the serendipitous moments he could find a reprieve from work in the person standing across from the concierge desk. 

 such as now. as soon as benji’s eyes land on the hidden newcomer behind a departing lodge guest, his customer service persona drops, a surprised, genuine grin replacing pain-staking customer service smile (if his work-face could even be considered that). "and what can i do you for, beautiful?” 

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aniyahwilliams​:

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Ni held her legs to her chest, toasted brown eyes staring out into the starry indigo night. Each inhale she took was slow and intentional, like one hitch in her breath would ruin the entire night and she would be driven back to her car. Benji had made himself a little more comfortable, no surprises there. It only made sense that he was comfortable in the back of his own car - but it felt a little too… Comfortable in a way. Maybe this scene had been played before and Niyah was getting second hand déjà vu.

Her head turned slowly, as if she were trying to sneak a peek at him and smiled sheepishly when his head turned towards hers in response. The tips of her ears got hot and the woman turned her face away coyly in order to hide exactly how she was feeling. 

“Pass the peach rings?”

♡

it would be fuckin’ impossible to pass off like this was a first time, so benij didn’t begin an attempt at it. he’s got pillows with cases that clash, an old comforter padding the mechanisms that latch a presently missing back row of seats in place, and an uncanny ability to find the north star. 

but that’s the draw with aniyah. she’s always caught him when he’s entirely unable to keep up a performance. he returns her glance, canine caught on the edge of the gummy before the rest of his teeth bare in a grin. 

“being selfish, am i? that doesn’t sound very much like me.” it’s self-aware sarcasm, yet still leads to him gaining a bit more consciousness about the makeshift bed hog he’s behaving as. he pulls his lengthy limbs closer to himself before he extends the bag — only to draw it right back out of reach, painted nails flashing as he offers, instead, an ultimatum. “only if you get comfy. i mean, for my own sake. neither of us want my high turnin’ the annoying, paranoid kind, right?” 

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                                                             ———  𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔱 ?* 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ———

begin.

full name: benjamin (benji) allen greene

gender: cismale, but spitefully

sexuality: bisexual, though it’s more of an open-secret, just don’t let allen greene know he was right way

aesthetics: 

age: twenty-two

date of birth: february 10, 2000

zodiac sign: aquarius sun, aries moon

residence: a duplex in black bear estate 

occupation: concierge @ the black bear resort 

appearance:

faceclaim: evan mock

height: 5′9″

eyes: dark brown

physique: slender, bordering on scrawny. benji had always been lanky, but in high school, swimming kept some degree of muscle on him. now, without a stream of home-cooked meals or morning exercise, he’s just thin.

hair: shaved, in various shades of pink depending on dye cycle. originally, he let a girl from tinder dye it on a whim (and effort to get laid), but he’s kept it ever since on account of how much it made steam rise from his father’s ears

body mods: lobes and some in the cartilage pierced, scar on the nostril from a piercing he would remove when he went home and eventually grew over. no tattoos, due mostly to the time-spent-to-reward-ratio and commitment issues. 

personality:

tra: loyal, kind-hearted, helpful (when he wants to be) / obstinate, easily bored, pessimistic, petty

likes: the ritual of mixed drinks, taking polaroids of his friends, card games, cigarettes after beer ONLY, spicy food

dislikes: waiting, the quiet, being alone, overhead lighting, heights, pitying looks

skills: bass, for alec’s band, a bit rusty after the, ahem, forced long term hiatus. skateboarding, from falling in with the “wrong crowd” early on. bargain shopping & thrifting name-brand. 

family:

mother: maria greene, filipina immigrant who married young, to a man they thought would be a respectable husband and father and give her and her babies a better life, only to be utterly alone in a town worlds apart from everything she’d known. she tried to do right, give benji homecooked meals to take to school (while he pleaded for the processed stuff the rest of the white kids got) and babysit for other families to fill the void of loneliness, but it was a chasm impossible to rectify. 

father: allen greene, former us navyman who got terribly injured (and disabled) on the job with a toddler at home. short-lived political career, long-term anger issues, and a loyalty to the patriarchy and gender roles deeper than before thought possible. the kind of guy to still ask if he can use his veteran’s discount, despite everyone knowing their family came into a hefty inheritance. 

siblings: none

backstory! 

benji always strove to be the kid he was supposed to. his mother’s only child, his father’s only son; he wanted to be everything they had dreamed of having. it was always a little out of reach, though. he could’ve bulked up, gotten his way into football, like the other generations of greene men. he could’ve learned tagalog, his mother’s recipes, been more of a link to home for her or made her married life easier. no matter the regional meets, ap classes, tutorings, or praise from candystripers, approval was a constantly moving goal-post, slipping further out of his grasp every time he looked up. 

he would never bring back the life and honor his father was supposed to have. he would never be satisfying or around enough to make up for the fact that he was his mother’s entire (else-wise controlled and restricted) world. 

in ninth-grade, just before he was old enough for the doctors to squint, he managed to lie his way into an adderall prescription. he’d thought he’d been getting better at lying, and this proved it’s usefulness as a skill. if his responsibilities were an ever-growing mountain, this helped keep his feet moving forward. because it wasn’t about him, it was never about him, it still wasn’t enough. allen hounded him about colleges, about enlisting, about how he needed to enlist before college and look good and get stronger for enlistment and quit with the pussy shit — benji was out of the house more, keeping up with the demands, partying on weekends to blow off steam, and letting allen believe he was just participating in some good boys will be boys-hood. meanwhile maria slipped into longer depressive states with him gone, thinking of him being that way not just for the day, or the weekend, but for months or years at a time. 

he couldn’t win. it was never enough. it was a tug of war that won him screaming or crying no matter which side, and come graduation, he stopping lying. he announced his post-school plans: nothing. he would be doing nothing, staying in gravewood, getting a shitty, emasculating job, and simply calling it fucking quits. he was tired. his nervous system was frazzled. he just wanted to fucking sleep in for once. so he did just that. 

he quit the meds, but he’s kept the stash, just in case his brain gets too quiet, just in case they prove good for trading. he moved out, obviously, using his grandparents’ trust fund to pay for the security deposit and his first furnishings, and managed his new independence...poorly. he got a gig at the resort, where he could be charming, late, and wear his own clothes, to supplement rent — and because he wasn’t good at being in an empty house all the time anyway. 

wanted connections! 

good god, my brain is fried after all that, coming soon?? maybe i’ll just put established connections here one day?? but for NOW... 

you! :D

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