Benny Boot’s Comments (group member since May 05, 2018)

Benny Boot’s comments from the Deistic Academy (Multi Pantheon Advanced RP) group.

I have wanted to die for 7 years, welcome to the club.

good morning everyone

"But you could, peolpe said he has crazy hair so all we would need to do is get you some messed up hair and then you could make drawings like him. It would be easy." Jeremiah was shocked for a moment when he felt something on his hand, but it went away quickly when she explained. "Oh, alright..let's see." His mind wander a bit before saying into the phone. "P-play Baby Driver." He then sat back as he waited the song to begin to play. When the guitar hit his body began to sway on its own and Jeremiah was just feeling it.

"Not particularly often, maybe once a week or so. It is just a good atmosphere. Like a nice tight nit group of people." Angelo laughed at the girl when she took a drink, "Yeah, figured that would happen. You'll get use to the taste." taking another drink, he began to pop his back and lossen up bit, getting ready for some fun.

He did a little pump fist at her blush and stepped in. "What would like to do first? Try your first bit of liquor then work your way up to the Twisted Bowl?" He had a seat at the stool and ordered two of his favorite beer. It had a really good taste to it while keeping the hopsy flavor. "Your Welcome, By the way." The beers came and he popped the caps off both, handing one to the girl and taking a drink out of the other.

"No..not sad..just." He has to think about it for moment. "Well, yes sad. But like you are sad inside, not like pathetic sad." Jeremiah hope that made sense. When her little mix up happen, he laughed a little bit, but just because he got the joke. "Yes, like Bob Ross. He has such a nice voice, very soft and warm." What made you good looking to the man was your voice and there were a few peolpe around the campus that just..Jeremiah shuddered a little in remembrance. "You are really good at explain nature, I could probably draw something if you explained it to me."

"Huh?" He looked down at her and then smiled. "Yeah, I like to lift weights, it is like a stress reliever, ya know? It is also good for the body so there is that." Angelo looked down and decided, this girl is going to blush tonight. "That dress looks fantastic on you, Zin. It goes well with the gloss." When they reached the door, he held it opened for her and into the small bar with a stage and a microphone and lots of flags and little pig things everywhere.

"You are? That is..neat" His eyes closed again as she began to speak about the drawing, then talked once she finished translating. "It sounds like you drew you, Nico. Or, at least what my mind thinks of you." His smile returned, bigger this time and slowly touched her paper, using feather like touches to feel the pencil and the other marks on the paper, giving him a better idea of what it looked like. "you should draw more happy drawings, chéri." He liked using what French he knew, mostly from listening to her. It made him feel smart. "Like trees, oh trees are my favorites."

"I dunno, a sad person usually has black or blone hair, or that is what I have been told." He let out a small, nervous chuckle and opened his eyes once more. Godhood made him equally uneasy, the whole craziness about it was good enough to put anyone on edge. "What is your woman doing?" Jeremiah inquired, keeping his mind off it while occasionally taking drinks of the tea. The thought of sight has always been an a small obsession, just for only a moment to see what it was like to see everything, to see his friend's face and her art that she described so wonderfully.

"Lady...Justice? Like the big lady in New York City? He raised an eyebrow in confusion and nodded. "That would be good to know, maybe my deity isn't blind, but I am just blind and they can see just find." Angelo's eyes remained closed, slightly puffy from crying, but closed. He began to imagine what this woman his friend was drawing looked like. "She should have that..." He snapped his fingers to remember the color. "blone hair...I think." He meant to say blonde but close enough. Another sip of the teas and Jeremiah was already feeling better, and the tiniest of smiles began to appear.

"Exactly, maybe more understanding." He took the glass in both hands and took a sip, just enjoying the warmth. Any hot drink just made him feel better, Nico knew that, so the tea was actually really good for him. "Yeah, I have a feeling that they were blind too. Just a feeling though..besides that, I have no idea what or who they were. Or even who I am.." Jeremiah knew that godhood didn't change any ones personality, them being dicks were completely on their own. "What are you drawing?" He heard the sound of pencil on paper and smiled a tad bit. Jeremiah loved hearing all about her drawings and just what she was drawing in general. He especially loved her description of trees.

Jeremiah was silent for a bit, before speaking in a quieter voice. "I twisted my ankle a little bit and scrapped my hands, but I am okay. Yes, please." He could already smell the tea bags and slowly turned his chair to face in her general direction. "It has been a rough day, people make fun of me but I don't get why. We are all literally all-powerful beings or something, but they still have time to pick on a kid because he can't see. It just crushes my spi-" He stopped when the drum kicked in during the song and listen to the song for a moment, slightly intranced. "I just want people to look at me for me, not for whatever god I am or because I am blind, but for the music addicted kid I am." He sighed and closed his eyes, taking a very deep breath.

@turner he will take anything she can give him

boys not bad, i am boy and i dont think i am bad

His head was down slightly and he was rubbing his arm. "no..'' Jeremiah took a step in a gave her a hug, almost wanting to cry but stopped himself as he took a step back again. "..I just wanted to come hang out with you, if that is okay.." Jeremiah knew enough about her speech issues that her odd speech patterns seemed normal to the blind man. "today was bad, I feel three times.." He began to walk back into the dorm, hopefully finding the soft chair he preferred to sit in and just let loose all his issues to Nico. He hoped she was ready for it.

murder only at your own risk

@turner
he proably has a chair or something he sits in but that is up to you, since ya know, its her dorm.

Today was shit. That summed it up for Jeremiah as he had made his way to the violet dorms to talk with his friend, Nico. She seemed to usually know what to say when he got in one of his funks, so off he went. The soft tapping of his cane could be heard as he reached the door, or what he thought was the right door, and knocked. A hand went up to move some hair away from his face, as he decided to not put it up today. Then Jeremiah tugged at his sweatshirt. He wore some really soft sweatshirt today with cargo shorts and his old ratty sneakers, giving him a slightly slept in look, though his mind still wandered back at what happened earlier today.

coolio

excellent. He proably is gonna come and find her, so I guess I will post in her dorm.