[color=cccccc][right][sup][u][b]Location[/b][/u] - Benji's Home ⤔ Main Street
[b][u]Interaction[/u][/b] - Brooks [sup][@DinoNuts][/sup][/sup][/right][/color]

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[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bD6sTDH9Zdc][color=bdcbdb]He came back from halfway around the world like that,
tongue tied around him like a scarf. Everything set before him[/color][/url][/i]
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You stand at the balcony everyday to watch the sunset; it becomes less spectacular with each day. Duller and duller over the horizon line.

His hand closed around the edge of the windowsill - a grimace twisted his lips. Sometimes he thought to himself with a furrow edging his brow, that the world should shroud itself in a cloud. Then, once in a while, when the sun peaks through the heavy veil that seizes the morning, the experience would end more preciously. Through the dark, a source of light. Perhaps.

A frown tugged his lips and Benji turned away from the curtains with a cup of coffee in his hands. No sun today, looming against the high pines that surrounded Verona. The cold swung around him, icy and bitter. A benefit to his newfound power: no more money spent on heating. Yet, the warmth still felt supreme in its absence. His hands curled around the mug of his cup and he breathed in the scent of his drink, letting the heat seep into his nose, his throat, deep into his chest.

[color=00aeef]“Benji..."[/color] his radio crackled, brought home for the night. Always on shift in small town Verona. They could afford it, for how little things happen.

Today, Sunday, meant no work, usually. The policy: no one disturbed Benji's days off unless something urgent arose. Or, someone needed a shift covered, which meant Brooks would personally call him. He still groaned. Still grumbled and threw his undershirt on. His coffee mug he left abandoned on the counter top, while his hands curled over the radio to reply.

He pressed the button mid grumble, thrusting a hand through the end of his uniform sleeve. [color=bdcbdb]"I gottya, Brooks. I'm assuming it's pretty drastic, having to call me on my one day, huh,"[/color] Benji inquired, leaving off the 'for Verona,' at the end because practically [i]everything[/i] bad that happened, mild or otherwise, was drastic here. [color=bdcbdb]"I'll grab you something from the diner. No freebies, though, Brooks, not even for the boss. I'd charge you for my time spent in your company,"[/color] he waited for a moment, smiling to himself, before tacking on, [color=bdcbdb]"If I didn't get such a thrill from watching you suffer. But, I do like money more. I might have to convince the county to up my pay, eh?"[/color]

All in good fun, probably. Usually. Benji never bothered clarifying, maybe that's why Brooks liked him.

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Main Street sacked. The headlines stirred in Benji's mind - [i]New Town Hooligans Vandalize Main Street[/i]. He didn't have a right to roll his eyes at the thought, since it had been the first to pop into his own. The assumptions alone seemed awful, yet, among the possibilities, it would remain on the board of potential suspects. No one could deny that, and Benji, oddly enough, couldn't deny the likeliness of it. Still.

For a moment, Benji stood still at the corner, staring at his hands to think of the possibilities. He connected the dots, let his mind wander for just a second. The powers. The windows. Three days was still too early to think of set-in-stone possibilities. He wouldn't dwell on it. Plus, the breakfast in his hands would grow cold with too much speculation. Benji began a brisk pace from his own state issued car toward Brook's, easily spotted in the crowd of vehicles. People crowded various shops, either cleaning, taking pictures, or just ogling. Generic things.

[color=bdcbdb]"Sheriff,"[/color] Benji announced, setting one of the bags he carried on top of Brooks car, [color=bdcbdb]"I expect some form of payment. 'M no errand boy. I'll delay that for a sitrep, though."[/color] He dug into his own bag, before leaning against the car to eat and observe. Eventually, Benji would leave Brooks' presence to assist in boarding up windows. The amount of preparation it would take, plus the plywood - this [i]had[/i] to happen only days before the meteorologist's prediction. He'd curse God if he believed in him, the universe being the next likely culprit. And then the undeniable feeling that everything surrounding them felt sinister, despite the most probable story tying itself to a few dumb kids. He just couldn't put a finger on it.

Benji's eyes fell onto the back of Brooks' head, eyebrows furrowing in his deep thought. They drifted off, downward, wondering at the chill running down his spine even though cold no longer had sway over him. His hairs stood on end, and he let his eyes shut for a brief second. Benji let out a deep breath before continuing his breakfast, reducing any suspicion in his behavior. The scope of things beyond his comprehension aggravated him; this wasn't something he could solve, not any time soon. Not with as little information as he'd been given.

Oddly enough, Benji felt like he'd be cursing the universe a [i]lot[/i] more in the coming future. A lot more. He sighed.