COME A LITTLE CLOSER > open, joining

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[sub]Benji had only found the Northstar District by a stroke of sheer luck--he wasn't the "outdoors" type of person, and while he was perfectly fine surviving in a world without power (it had gone out only a year after he was born, so it was all he had ever known, anyway), surviving in this world alone was not something he was used to. Rita had always been around, always given him a home he could stay in, food on the table somehow. But she had died of nothing but old age, and the day after she had died, he had set out on his own. He didn't know what he had initially been searching for. He only knew that he needed to find someone to help him out. There was no other way for him to survive. He had never found such a person, though, and the majority of the past three years since he had picked up on a younger kid's tip about this place, this Northstar District, had been filled with constant hunger. He had managed to steal just enough food to sustain himself, getting by on what little he could swipe from other travelers.

Now that he was here and intent on making this his permanent new home, the brunet had gotten something to eat and drink--he'd gone far too long without either of those--and although he had yet to choose an apartment to live in, a secure place to sleep. But he hadn't fully explored the place yet, and so that was what he was currently focused on. He was just reaching the outskirts of the city when he noticed someone there, looking as if they were just hanging around, not really like someone who already lived here would act. And that, unfortunately, meant he would be obligated to go speak to them. Begrudgingly he made his way over, stopping only when there was a few feet of space between himself and the stranger. He wished he could somehow jam his hands further into the pockets of his jacket--perhaps if he pushed hard enough, a black hole would open up and suck him in.

"Hey..." his words were cut off by a miniature coughing fit, ending with the brunet nearly gagging in response to the racking coughs. He recovered quickly, however, and found his voice just as quickly. He may not be the best at fighting, or be particularly street smart, but when it came to negotiating or debating, he was quite the smooth talker. His voice was his defense, and his weapon, and steadily losing it due to...whatever this affliction was...was harsh. He was nearly defenseless if this stranger decided to attack or something like that. Benji had never wielded a weapon in his life; he had no clue how to hold a knife or fire a gun. In short, he was screwed if this guy wasn't friendly. "Hey, who are you?" He asked in a dull voice, trying not to sound as tired as he felt.


//oh hush it's fine lmao
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[dannychan]

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the sound of a plastic umbrella tip against crumbling concrete echoed through the streets, marking that his arrival would come soon. fingertips slid along the smooth metal of cars as he walked along what he couldn't see. he could only hear, touch, click his way down the streets of northstar. the sunglasses that hid milky blue eyes behind pitch black frames gave away no secrets, just the fact that maybe he didn't like the sun in his eyes.

he had gotten used to clicking once he heard voices, just to no out where everyone is. a single, sharp click would ring past the males lips as he moved over. he functioned like any other person- he could walk well, tell where he was going, know what he was touching, and even tell people apart by just voices and smells. a lot of people were none the wiser that riley was blind.

he would move next to ben, head tilted lazily as he swung the umbrella over his shoulder and slouched. "newbie?" he would finally speak, what could barely be described as a smirk gracing his lips. it was just the right corner of his lips quirking up slightly. no more, no less.
[spoiler=KINDA HARD TO WATCH THIS LIFE GO BY  |  tags]NAME & NICKNAMES: riley jamison florra  |  riles
— PREVIOUS NAMES & NICKNAMES: no previous names
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 24 Years Old, born 01/19/13 in chicago.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender, he/him

CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: member of the northstar district
— PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: n/a

SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: panromantic pansexual; assumed single
— POSSIBLE CRUSHES: n/a
PARENTS & GENERATION: NPC x NPC. Generation Z.
— [i]SIBLINGS & HALF-SIBLINGS: no siblings
FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: he's lonely

LENGTH & WEIGHT: 6'3" & 130lbs. | riley, being as tall as he is, is underweight. if he were to take off his clothes, you'd be able to see bones and such, but they wouldn't be poking out of him. it's not that he doesn't eat, he just has an extremely fast metabolism, and when he does eat, he hardly eats more than he absolutely has to.
— CLOTHES: riley's clothing often hands off his body, but it's not often you find clothes in this day and age. he wears a light blue long sleeved shirt and a scientists jacket he received from his father at the age of 5. he wears brown dress pants and black shows, and a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes. he often carries around an umbrella, which helps him figure out were hills and corners are and such.

EYES AND APPEARANCE: riley is blind. you wouldn't know unless he took off his sunglasses, since he functions so well. he's lived his entire life without his sight, and while he'd love to see the world, he'd rather stay blind. if you are one of the few people who get to see his eyes, you would discover that they're an odd, milky blue, and are often narrowed in concentration. he navigated by touching the walls as he walks or in certain situations, he will throw pebbles in the direction he's going as a type of echolocation. moving on from eyes, riley is fairly pale, as he doesn't really tan, and spends a lot of time indoors. his hair is a big mass of brunette tangles that your hand could possibly get lost in if you weren't careful. as mentioned before, he's very skinny and incredibly tall, which applies for his face to. he has cheeks that cave in slightly, and a narrow jaw, but high and sharp cheekbones. a common comparison for him is an elf.

EQUIPMENT: keeps a knife in his back pocket, and his umbrella is often believed to be a weapon of some sorts (hidden blade in the handle)

PERSONALITY: riley is a completely uncaring husk of a human being. long story short, he's an asshole. to the few he cares for, he treats them much harsher than anyone else. he will say that they are expendable and easily replaced, when, in reality, he'd be lost without them. he drinks quite a bit to forget all of the mistakes he's made, and hates admitting when he's wrong. he had a very hard time getting along with others, and often spends his time just feeling things. despite his blindness, he loves to "draw", and by draw, i mean scribble on papers. "drawing" often calms his short temper.
— STRENGTHS: navigating through the world, listening for danger, describing noises, sassing someone
— weaknesses: opening up to people and sharing his feelings, making friends, explaining things, being nice in general, admitting his wrong, admitting when he needs help, actually fighting

INTERACTION: he's incredibly easy to fight due to his blindness, but incredibly difficult to trick. just because he's blind and can't see doesn't mean he can't hear or smell well. if you can actually manage to grab him long enough to fight him, then go ahead, but riley is a very tricky boy, and has been training to run from danger his entire life. if you do attack in, attack in BOLD POWDER BLUE

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if i am needed, [b]send me the link to the thread by pming it to me on my main account, dannychan, as that is the first thing i check.

[sunrise skater kid.]

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[sub]Miles, huh? A fitting name, he supposed. He nearly flinched as he noticed Riley--the other man had surprised him, coming up to stand beside him as quietly as he had. Sure, Benji should have caught onto the tapping of that stupid umbrella, but of course he hadn't, and a near heart attack was the price to pay. But he recovered quickly from the shock, responding to Miles in a dull tone. "I'm Benji. And this is the Northstar District." He spoke even as the other extended a hand, most likely for Benji to shake. The brunet took his hand, shaking it with all the firmness he could muster--which wasn't all that much, but who cared? He certainly didn't; all he cared about was what this guy was here for. Sure, he appeared relatively harmless, but Benji knew that usually people's intentions ran much deeper than the first impression he got from them.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned after withdrawing his hand, taking a couple steps back in order to give Miles some breathing room. Only once he regarded the other's face with more scrutiny did he notice that he had a nose ring--oh, god. The realization struck him as unusual, especially since Benji himself had never once dreamed of getting a piercing anywhere on his body, especially his face. The thought both frightened and intrigued him, but he made no attempt to say anything about it.
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[sunrise skater kid.]

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