Post by bennett slater olsen on Jul 19, 2013 20:33:21 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] BENNETT S. OLSEN NINTEEN | HETEROSEXUAL | FARM HAND/BASEBALL PLAYER | COLLEGE | LUCAS TILL THE INTERVIEW WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SIT DOWN. not even a foot in the door and he was already ushered to take his seat. with a slow growing grin on his face, the male took his time to get to the chair and then stood behind it, "panties in a twist or not getting laid?", he greeted with an obnoxious tease to his words. circling the chair once, pretending to pick something off the ground, the male finally took his seat. leaning forward, instead of back, he tilted his head and waited, "well, get on with it.". WHAT, DO YOU NEVER HAVE A DATE? STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT. his brows furrowed and then one began to rise, shaking his head, "just admiring the green in your teeth.", smiling and then pointing to the tooth. he chuckles when the interviewer actually reaches up to swipe the non existent food away and then shakes his head, "got practice in like twenty minutes.", not a date, that would happen later that night with clarissa or maybe claire. he would have to take to chris about what girl he had and then bennett would be able to tell which one he had. reaching into his pocket, the male decided to get his answer now as he finally leaned back into his seat, still sitting upon the very edge and stretched his leg out, "sixteen minutes now. wasting time sweetheart." his attention was now elsewhere and even the clearing of a throat did not bring his head up. it was on his terms that he finally looked up to the woman who was not looking pleased. bit confused and taken back, he shrugged, "what?" and then turned his phone around to show the timer that he had going until he would be running out the door for his baseball practice. he even placed it upon the desk so both had a view of the ticking time. thirteen minutes to go. WHATEVER. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN OTHER PEOPLE? a decent question in his opinion but was unsure of how to answer it. how did one classify another's worth? "none really. they are who they are." but that was not entirely true. bennett did look for some traits as he was expected to, not with a wealthy family but he found more respect in people that actually cared, even if he never seemed to. they had to have respect to get respect. he needed loyalty, not fear as bennett knew that he could be an intimidating person when he needed to be. he had this best friend, someone that showed all of those traits and chris was a wingman as well as a fellow baseball player. ten minutes to go now. "i gave you my answer, more on.", though the answer was not entirely true, it was still something. he was just as annoyed with others as he annoy make them. an eye for an eye mentality. he was condescending in words and tone but he hated to be talked down because, he held himself in such a high regard. huge egos bothers him but he possesses one himself. he does not like to be put down a notch and forces himself to keep that same high regard that he has always had for himself. what he expects for others is not necessarily a goal that he needs to meet and vise-versa. basically, bennett knows what's good for him and even if he does not have a likability to his own quirk, he will hate it on someone else. HOW MISS AMERICA OF YOU. I SUPPOSE YOU VOLUNTEER EXCESSIVELY, TOO? a snort could be heard, scoffing as he shook his head but then stopped. it took him a moment to think about what volunteer meant and then he chuckled, "i do actually. stablework.". a little unexpected for a boy that carries himself with such high regard could actually have a humble, soft side with a creature such as equines. it's not all he does though. "work, baseball, girls..", pausing for a moment, "not in that order." not too much of a surprise that the male's hobbies surrounded a social life that involve running bases, in both meanings. his work is surprisingly important to bennett as it helps to keep him out of his father's face, after losing his mother when he was nine. he leans back in his chair, stretches his legs out before crossing them and letting his arm hang over the arm rest with a bored expression on his face. "next.", a growing smirk on his face as he waits for the next question to be presented. eight minutes. YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT STUFF? DARE I ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? he had not really given specifics about his hobbies and it seemed that this was going to be no exception. he shrugged to the question presented, seeing the anger developing on the woman's face which turned her less attractive with his vein that was beginning to pop from her forehead. she had seven minutes left. "decent. rather plain, no mom though". just him and his dad, a man that bennett had no real opinion on but was quite surprised that he had a lot of his father's attributes. he was told that his mother was no soft, vulnerable woman and had whipped his trouble making father into shape when they were teenagers, which is why bennett came into the picture. nineteen and they had gotten pregnant with their first and only child. bennett slater olsen, given his mother's last name at birth, just incase things did not work out and then changed, legally, when he was nine as things did not technically work out. born in tennessee, the male had always worn cowboy hats and plaid shirts before they came into style. he was riding horses when he was six and had his own by seven. he was on his way to being a rodeo champion. an old child, little spoiled but still well roundd in character, he never really rebelled in the big ways. he stayed up later than he was supposed to and naturally did not eat his vegetables, feeding them to the two hungry dogs under the table. when he was eight, he had been waiting up all night for his mother and father to get home, the babysitter was passed out on the couch. they didn't come home, or she didn't come home that night. his father did three weeks later in a wheelchair, which he has been confined to ever since. with six minutes left, he decided to stop thinking much about is past but bits and pieces kept coming up in his thoughts. festering from just his childhood to actually moving to this town, meeting chris, finding his love for baseball. all of it piecing together to this moment. he remembered the first time that he met hannah, pushing her into the mud with her brother and making her cry. she was such a brat then too. chris, his best friend, was the one that got him into baseball when he was ten years old. he was also the boy that got him out of his plaid and into jersey's, t-shirts, but bennett had yet to really lose the cowboy hat, or the southern twang which still dripped off words sometimes. he was a country boy at heart after all. he might be a baseball player these days but his job as a farm hand allowed him the chance to think about the past and what could have been. five minutes, and a harsh look in his direction cause the boy to shrug as he knew that he was getting under her skin with his vague details, "you said childhood..". if she hadn't said childhood, he might have given a little more detail. moving to brunswick when he was ten to live at his grandparent's farm, taking care of his father until he had enough when he was fifteen. now, eighteen, the male lived in his place on the property, turning an old barn into a two story place for himself, only took him three years to build it with his family and friends. he is able to work on the farm next door, make money, and take care of the family on his own farm. he has lightening, his own personal stallion that he rides when life becomes too much for him but most of the time, especially lately, he has turned to baseball. she would have been informed about his competitve nature with his best friend, competing in sports and girls, and how bennett was currently in the lead for girls but chris was beating him in the shutout rounds of the team games. bennett never intends to break girls hearts, he just cannot seem to commit and his reputation is known but so is his romantic side. he does have one surprisingly, able to sweep a girl off her feet but it never lasts. he lost everything to a girl two years older than himself when he was sixteen, rebecca. a beauty that moved away and could have been considered bennett's first love, but it might have easily been lust. finished high school was a breeze after that, he had the brains but he lacked the motivation, but his potential was seen and in his last year, he was threatened with summer school. it was bad enough spending his days inside a school instead of out in a pasture or on a baseball diamond, so he chose to kick it into high gear. even getting accepted into the university was a surprise but bennett accepted, declaring no major as he tries out the very thing that he has tried not to think about, his future. two minutes left. THAT'S IT? NO SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET OR ANYTHING? "next question." he speaks with a harsh tone, suddenly leaning forward and getting a threatening tone to his voice. bennett was not a violent guy unless provoked and she was lucky for possessing the x chromosome or he might have had the incentive. he was getting defensive and knew it but they were secrets for a reason and his was not all that pleasant. "you really want to waste your last two minutes on this..", he baited with her and finally, he got her to move on. he thought about the day in the locker room, no camera around, no witnesses. he had been given his position because another player had lost the ability to walk, but bennett had never meant for it to be pushed that far. he just wanted a guaranteed spot on the team, taking a bat to another player's knee to do so. now, like his father, that person was in a wheelchair, and though they say it's not a big deal, bennett was never found out. he had done it with a bag over the boy's head, making sure that he was completely cut off of the senses before he did the deed. his hands were growing sweatier as he gripped the arms of the chair a little tighter, his eyes falling upon the interviewer. EH, I'VE HEARD WORSE. IS IT GOING TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR TIME IN BRUNSWICK? with less than a minute to go, he shrugged, "no real goals.." and with no motivation to move to the future, bennett was slightly stuck in the present with no goals. he had no idea what he wanted to do with life, no idea who he wanted to become. "maybe something in baseball..", as that was a passion and had crossed his mind more than once. he was playing on the school team at this moment with a full scholarship, something that helped out financially. he had to keep his grades up though and was struggling with juggling life. IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I'M SURE YOU HAVE A RELATIVE'S BASEMENT YOU CAN LIVE IN. the timer goes off at that moment, and he stands up, pulling his phone off the desk. the question goes unanswered as he waves his fingers while strolling out the door, grabbing the gym bag that he set down at the beginning on the way out. "this was fun babe.", he called out, shutting the door. leaning against the surface, it took bennett a moment to recover from the interegation but after a second, he could breathe easier again. truth was, he was not closer or more distance to anyone in his family. they loved and cared for one another but there was no real communication, not since his mother passed and the mysterious accident that left his father disabled. he was living on his grandparent's property but knew nothing about them except for their names. they kept out of his business and he kept out of theirs, it was the way that the olsen family worked. ALRIGHT. THAT'S IT. SHUT THE DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT, WON'T YOU? he was already gone.. BEHIND THE MASK ERIN | 22| EASTERN | AGES AGO | LOOK AT SHIPPER  |
