Voicetest for Paradisa

[indirectcause]

[Ben has been living in the castle for a few weeks now. The magical castle. Because THAT makes sense. He's been struggling with the...domesticity of it all. Of waking up, getting dressed, getting breakfast and having a perfectly regular day. No running, no hiding, no walkers. He would have thought such a thing would be blissful, but it only serve to put him more on edge. Waiting for the ground to collapse from under him.

...No. Bad allegory.

He's wandering the grounds at the moment. Or rather, he's telling himself that he's wandering the grounds when he knows really, he's patrolling them. Even if the walkers never show up here, some habits are hard to break. He may be absolutely terrible at providing for the group, but he can at least still walk around and keep his eyes open for trouble. So that's what he'll do. Better than sitting around waiting]

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[rightchoices]

[ Like kicking a three legged puppy on its birthday. What an apt description -- Lee was inclined to agree. ]

Afraid so.

[ But he really shouldn't stop there, should he? ]

How'd you do in school anyway, Ben? Not sure we've ever talked about that.

[indirectcause]

Yay. [That is the flattest 'yay' that was ever yay-ed. He shrugs a little at Lee's question. He doesn't like to think about it, school was the life he had before everything went to hell. When he still had his family, a regular life. That's all long gone now, and he knows there's no getting it back, no matter how much they hope]

I was okay, I guess. Got good grades. I never liked tests all that much, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not all that great at dealing with stuff that has to happen in short time frames.