idoubledareyou (idoubledareyou) wrote in thesinfulsix, @ 2018-10-07 15:05:00 |
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Benjamin Arthur Ashby III, Benji to his friends, was an interesting specimen to say the least. Benji hailed from a prominent oil family on the other side of the country. A place he only visited on certain holidays and when his mother begged. He couldn't say no to his mother. Ever. Today, he was in his favorite place - Portland - doing his favorite thing - riding his motorcycle. There had been an influx of new pledges in the frat so he needed the breather. Between school, the frat, and the girls who flitted in and out of the house, Benji just needed to get away. The thing about Benji Ashby III was that, though he loved who and what he was, he didn't use it the same way his family did. He didn't do a lot of things his family wanted him to do. He didn't go into business. He didn't tend to lay low. He didn't con people. Benji Ashby III chose to use his abilities to help others have fun, to keep others calm, he used his abilities regularly to keep people safe. It was why he went into medicine instead of business. Today, however, he was pulling his bike up next to one of the cafes in town and parking it. As he removed his helmet, the dark colored Siren took a deep breath of cool air. Yeah... that was the stuff. |