[hr][center][color=#4dff4d][h1]Benji Baker[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
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[indent]Steadily, Benji angled the card all while briefly holding his breath. Why did he do this to himself? It was stressful. Though he somehow convinced himself that this was better. Yes, that building a house of cards was the best method of killing time rather than a lonesome game of pool billiards in the living area behind the couch. Hate is a strong word, but Benji [i]hated[/i] pool. Ironically, saying that he was good was actually an understatement, since he had the hidden talent of being a master pool player. Well, maybe that is going over the top, but at the least to say, Benji was an expert. After playing the same game for roughly over the course of two years, he has developed both strategy and skill to gain the most efficiency out of each shot. And though Benji is quite the klutz, always knocking things over and tripping on his own feet, games where accuracy and precision were key have always been his favorite. Hobbies that don't spare the time for reckless behavior in a way helped him with his own awkward coordination. It was as if whenever he puts his undivided attention towards one goal, rather than being a bit neurotic and scattered brain in his daily walks of life, he never misses the target or what he is aiming for.

When the full deck completed in its rearranged order and formation, Benji leaned back in his chair while admiring the house of cards built on the firm foundation of his desk, as each personal bedroom was constructed with one. [color=#4dff4d]"Now, what am I going to do?"[/color] he whispered the simple query to himself. All the others were perhaps asleep at this time, as this was now hours after departing from the cryo-tanks. Tossing and turning in some kind of wrestle with his sheets was no activity he found inviting, really sleeping in general was something he preferred to do as much as it would keep him alive. Benji took a glance over at the ceiling vent- [color=#4dff4d][i]Tempting,[/i][/color] he thought. [color=#4dff4d][i]But one trip to the hideout is enough for a day.[/i][/color] 

No matter, he was going to find some way to occupy himself since falling asleep was clearly an option he refused, simply because it felt impossible. He could always read a book, but the thing was that he already did, so he was now in the mood for something else. But that's when he had the idea since Benji initially wanted to give welcome gifts to the rest of the crew, though being on board a ship he does not have the privilege to visit a mini-mall and scout out for presents. So, Benji pulled forth his desk drawer and grabbed some spare printer paper he previously found in the library near by the printer of course. Cards were just as good, he planned to let the others know how much he cared about them. Would he sound obsessive or clingy? Maybe, but it didn't matter to him, he out of all people should be thankful for the company.[/indent][hr]
[center][img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/da/98/3bda9822e40c9e40783c675a5432bfa6.jpg[/img][/center][center][h3][hr]The Artemis: Cockpit[/h3][/center][hr][indent]When time passed and Benji noticed footsteps throughout the hallway outside his room, he knew that it was time. Benji dressed into his usual apparel, although this time without the sweater vest, as he only wears it when feeling rather chilly on the ship. Instead he'll go with just the button-up shirt as his top. When ready to start his day, he directed himself towards the cockpit while whistling a joyful tune. Once there, it was no surprise to him to find Tahlia as the pilot. Strange enough then Benji noticed how he has not spoken to her thus far, he actually felt bad about it. [color=#4dff4d]"W-What's up, T-Tahlia? Sorry I haven't said hi-- I wasn't trying to avoid you are anything. Um, you know what I have always wanted to use without sounding dumb? Yep this thing."[/color] He pointed at the intercom mic before walking over to it and proceeding to speak into it. [color=#4dff4d]"Attention, attention, all crew mates please report to the living area... Ha! I feel official, oh wait forgot to turn the mic off."[/color] Once finish with the intercom announcement, he turned back over to Tahlia. [color=#4dff4d]"Hey this might be super random, but have you wondered if we are all, you know... already dead. Not trying to be gloom and doom, we left that back on earth, but it's just a thought I had. That this is the afterlife, sometimes it felt like limbo to me. Just drifting off among the stars aimlessly, and there's no real destination, no Yaicarro or even Earth for that fact. But I actually don't believe that, just what happens when I think too much, or sometimes, too hard."[/color]   

Benji smiled, [color=#4dff4d]"I'm happy you guys are here."[/color] Benji rambles, sometimes it was like he couldn't help it, because just as he said, he was happy. And for some reason joy and being talkative made a relative connection to the guy. [color=#4dff4d]"Maybe it'll keep the dark stuff out of my head."[/color] Benji felt safe around Tahlia, she could very well be their leader and Benji would not have any objection about it. Well really he would not be at conflict with any on the crew if they deem themselves as captain, but Tahlia specifically was someone he could trust his life with because she didn't seem like a bad person and she was really their means of security. [color=#4dff4d]"Oh, guess it's time for us to attend that meeting."[/color][/indent]