[Chelsea] Intruder Alert.

[bennett levi cruz]

Light strokes casually grazed the notebook paper propped on Bennett's knees. He built them into an curvy L shape, erased a couple of inches, and started from there again. Each new turned was all too familiar to venture to yet another time. Displeased, bold lead swirls followed soon after, covering any evidence of a masterpiece in the making.

He furrowed his brow, tapping the pink eraser to his hollow-sounding teeth. The faux smile parted his lips. Creative ideas had been few and far between for awhile. The usual scenery and portraits had been becoming dull. One can only sketch the same tree and mountain tops so many ways: happy, gloomy, upside down, and cartoon-esque. Anything outside this Hell-hole became a haze long ago. Automobiles had four wheels, right? He had one of his own once, that he remembered clear as day. He had saved up for too long to forget.

Bennett's eyes floated back to the scribbled nonsense that was his notebook. The page before him looked ridiculous and child-like. He huffed, almost ashamed at the lack of creativity that he had been having the last few weeks. But alas, dry spells come and go as they please. There isn't much to be done.

Bennett tapped his yellow drawing partner over a doodle of a girl that had been lying in the grass not long ago. He paused to study what he'd done and flinched as if something had struck him. His eyes snapped shut; a tight seal on lock-down from the outside. Bee dropped his number two, his shaking hands grabbing for the life saver that he wore around his neck. Draw what you did, Bee, said the voice that had first introduced herself as Grace. The voice that only Bennett had the burden of hearing ringing in his ears. "To Hell with you." Tell them. Scream it. You killed him. Grace taunted. You killed your father.

Bennett's hands grasped his bulky blast-from-the-past headphones and pulled them up to his ears. He pushed play on his mp3 player and squeezed the speakers close to his ears. "Go away. Go away." Queen blasted loud enough for a deaf man to go deaf twice over. Palms clutching the earphones, Bee put his head on his notebook, drowning out his own personal little Hell.

WORDS; Three seventy-nine
LISTENING TO; Gives You Hell - All American Rejects
TAGGED; Anyonee
CREDITS; GETTING TRAGIC ! @ Caution

[chelsea raquel beckett]

It wasn't like all the other days. Well maybe it was, but she was just getting out of her doctors appointment and right now she just wanted to roam around and find her so-called brother. He was like the only true loving person she could count on when she needed someone and every time she had an appointment, it was him who she would run to afterwards, to hear comforting words from, or be picked on to an unless degree to make her laugh. That boy could be so evil to her sometimes though, she couldn't handle it and would smack him hard a good few times on his shoulder. Though it probably didn't hurt him all that much, it was definitely a stress reliever for Chelsea.

Smiling she was just hoping that she could find him quickly, because she needed one of those amazing hugs he gave her. When she thought about it, she was really the only one he touched on purpose, or didn't freak out or fidget around when she touched him. It made he feel good, to know that he trusted her. She smiled a little more and looked around while walking through the hallways just wondering where he could be. Chelsea grumbled a little and finally walked outside looking around for her brother. "Where could he be..?" Her voice a soft whisper as she looked out for him.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she continues to search around the area, hoping to find him, as she rounds a corner she sees him and smiles, but soon frowns hearing his little outbursts. Lips moving back slightly as she pouted she walked over to him and curled up next to him hugging him. She knew what was going on, she knew about everything from her past, and it made her feel so weird to know that she might be the only one, but at the same time she was honored. Chelsea hoped that through everything, they would still be close , no matter in what position they were in.

Chelsea smiled and held him a little bit more. "She'll go away... B.. please just look at him. Think of something positive." She said while closing her eyes and leaning her head against his shoulder. "It'll be okay.. because now you have someone here to protect you." She spoke softly, while taking one of his ear buds out.





credits to ARRO @ Caution! for text graphics.

[bennett levi cruz]

These used to be close occurring - these visits from Grace. She made her first appearance thirteen years ago. Bee was at a young age of six at the time. Grace let herself in one night and made herself comfortable for an extended two month holiday stay. His parents had taken him to a therapist after the young boy let out a howl one night, claiming that someone was asking him to pretty please hang the new puppy, Marnie, from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Bennett didn't want to harm his beloved new friend. He had tried to ignore the favor of the soothing voice, hugging his transformer close, but that only lead to angry demands, screaming from inside what he had thought was his safe haven.

His father became ill with pancreatic cancer two years later. Money was tight and his mother was stressed and unhappy. His father soon swirled into a twister of depression.

Bee did all that he could to relieve stress from his parents, but with school, there was only so much that an eight-year-old boy could handle. He would hand-wash clothes in the bathtub, since the finances weren't available anymore for extra water for washing. It was one of those days, bleaching the whites that Grace stepped in with another of her bright ideas. It was all because of Grace and her unpleasant visits that Bennett was where he was now, struggling for peace of mind under an oak tree.

He pressed the earphones harder and harder into the sides of his skull with each second that passed, covering the pleas of Grace's voice. He remained stiff for a few minutes, not daring to check to see if she yet to say her goodbyes for the time being, though her voice soon become inaudible under the music.

It was soon after that vibrations cruised the earth and stopped beside him, a light touch following cue to his skin. Normally he disliked being touched or poked at, but this one was different. This one was the familiar presence of the girl that he had deemed his self-adopted sister. If she had spoken something to him, he didn't hear through the blasts of beats, until she pulled one side of the headphones from his grasp. To his humble pleasure, the all to familiar voice had disappeared for the time being.

He let down the other side of the old 80s headphones and let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Hey Chels." he greeted softly, his eye lids daring to part and open up to the world once again.

WORDS; Four ninty-eight
LISTENING TO; Gives You Hell - All American Rejects
TAGGED; Chelseaaa
CREDITS; GETTING TRAGIC ! @ Caution

[chelsea raquel beckett]

Bee seemed to be okay now, she heard the soft sigh of relief and he moved his headphones down away from his head. Chelsea smiled and hugged him softly and then pulled away cupping his cheeks. "Look at me.. Bee. Please?" She says softly while caressing her thumbs over his cheeks. Chelsea just wanted him to be okay, she didn't like to seem him so distressed. He was like her big brother, better yet he was her big brother, she felt safe when she was with him. They both did their fair share of caring and protecting on another.

Smiling softly once he did open his eyes, she moved over to his side and stared up towards the sky, but then noticed the notebook, and picked it up from the ground. "Drawing again?" She smiles and slowly opens the book while flipping through the pages slowly. It was nice to be able to hang and talk with people who did the same things she did. They would both draw together sometimes, her's were just more about people, their faces, emotions, but his were more about the scenery and things like that.

Pouting softly she looked to the last drawing, scrunching her face slightly. "You.. stopped..." She slowly looked to him and placed her hand down on his shoulder. "You didn't like it did you?" She slowly moved to a blank page and placed the pencil on it. "Try something now, try something different." She said while smiling more and placing it in front of him, on top of his lap.

Chelsea soon looked off to the side and just kind of sighed, pouting. She wondered if soon, she might lose her sanity in this place. Staring towards the ground she bit her lower lip and thought about everything that had happened since she came here, since before she came here. She thought there were a lot of wackos in this school, but could she really just stereotype every one as a wacko besides herself and Bee? She was probably the most insane of them all, she just didn't show it. But in the end, it would probably be her who falls apart and goes insane in front of everyone. Tears started to form, but she just blinked her tears away quickly so that Bee didn't see them. Chelsea didn't want Bee to feel worse than he already did, she didn't want to make him feel odd around her. They had a wonderful close relationship, the only one she had here in Worden.




credits to ARRO @ Caution! for text graphics.

[bennett levi cruz]

The scribbled page was a bit of a disgrace to the rest of the book. Bennett would sometimes tare out the page when he gave up on something like that, but he hated to do it. "Yeah, I couldn't make it work." He said in reply to Chelsea's question, ruffing the hair on one side of his head. He would rather look back at what he had created, proud of his work or ashamed to call it his own, he liked to keep them all. That way he could see his progress and experiments. Then maybe he wouldn't make the same mistakes a second time.

A blank page can be a new opportunity; a whole new challenge. It can be thought of as a bright light or as a gloomy shadow. A blank page can make someone unhappy and feel unaccomplished or it may send his or her creative juices swirling in a mass of ideas. Either way, a blank page is a fresh start and a new creative beginning.

Bennett stared at the pure white page that Chelsea had turned the notebook to, twisting his lips in a bunch to the side; thinking. After awhile, he lifted the pencil and tapped it lightly on the edge of the book. He thought of a waterfall with a zebra at it's banks, but it seemed too out of character. He thought of a city scape, but it was too cliche. It immediately made him think of Van Gogh's painting.

Before long, Bennett crab walked three or so feet away from the tree, sitting before Chelsea. He smiled at her; one of those cute little half-smiles. "Don't move." Bennett said, taking in the contours of her face. He slightly chewed on his bottom lip, before looking back down at the blank page and adding a light sketch of shapes that would, before long, form the girl in front of him.

He concentrated on the exact shapes, lightly drawing and recreating what he saw. "No peeking." He said, hiding the notebook behind his knees. The lines that became satisfying where drawn over with slightly more bold strokes. He then began shading, holding his pencil at a nearly flat angle, gently stroking the paper to create a pop-out and realistic effect.

WORDS; four thirty-nine
LISTENING TO; Fifteen - Never Shout Never
TAGGED; Chelseaaa
CREDITS; GETTING TRAGIC ! @ Caution

[chelsea raquel beckett]

Chelsea looked at him curiously as he moved away from her, only to sit in front of her. Tilting her head at him, she could only wonder what he was doing, but soon after the words came out that he wished her to stay still, not move. Chelsea giggled and placed her head up right again and moved all of her hair to the right, she pouted a little and then smiled cutely looking at him. "This good?" She winked and then just sat there, being perfectly still. While she just looked to him she watched him, how he was concentrating.

This boy sitting right in front of her, was probably one of the best things to happen in her life, she was so glad to have him, especially here in this place. A single tear fell, but she quickly wiped it away, before he could notice anything. "You know... I really hate this place Bee, but.. at the same time, it's probably the best place in the world." She smiled softly and looked straight towards him, "I mean.. this place brought me you." She said softly while smiling a little bit more.

Bubbles seemed to just fill her body as she thought about it and it made her so happy. They did their fair share of helping each other and protecting each other. She wondered if he would leave and never visit her after he graduated.. would he really just leave her, to go live a life of his own. She kept the soft smile on her face, but her eyes truly showed her true emotion she couldn't help it, she didn't want him to leave. She'd be left here, to bear the weight of all who were angry, because no matter what she was always trying to be happy. Even after the bout with Theo, she tried to be happy, but it hurt her so much. He had yet to say anything to her as well. She sighed ever so softly and then continued to smile while watching her brother work on his sketch.

Bee was so talented in her eyes, he should travel the world, drawing sketches of famous people, but the sketches were so wonderful, they almost looked real. She knew he could do it, but she was sure he would never admit that to himself. "The best creators, the best artists and musicians, were all weird in their own way." She said ever so softly, while continuing to think about everything and watch him work.





credits to ARRO @ Caution! for text graphics.

[bennett levi cruz]

Bennett continued drawing for the next ten or so minutes. He made sure to capture the tiniest of details, taking special care to make them pop. Occasionally, he would add in a detail or two that didn't actually exist in the scene before him. He sat Chelsea under a willow tree that almost seemed to be hugging it's branches around her; a protector. Poppy's splattered in the distance, going as far as the sunset. An elegant daisy chain rounded atop Chelsea's head and she twirled a strand of her hair in the picture, smiling at the earth as if nothing in the world could be more right.

He glanced up and saw Chelsea wiping away a tear. Bennett knew that his depiction of her world; of their world couldn't be further apart then they actually were. He wasn't sure why he thought to draw everything so perfect and beautiful. The pencil took over itself, taking control as it had always done before. Maybe he was off his rocker. Or maybe the picture was everything that he wanted. Beauty, freedom, and Chelsea to be happy. That was all.

Finishing the last few seconds of sketching, Bennett grinned down at the paper while Chelsea spoke of the general occupations of people that were weird. "What are you staying exactly?" he teased, quite amused by her comment. He knew of this - that musicians and artists and the like were usually people apart from the normal population, but none the less, it made him smile. "Are you calling me weird, Chelsea Beckett?" he asked, looking up at her now, his grin amused.

After a moment, Bennett danced his sketch around in the hair, the pencil markings facing away from here. "Drum roll, please." he said in a sing-song voice. He then flipped over the book and slid it face-up onto her lap. His smile lingered on his lips, watching her face for her reaction. He was quite proud that he was able to stick to an idea like he had just done. It had been a while. He supposed all he needed was a little inspiration. And supportively, Chelsea was just it.

WORDS; four seventeen
LISTENING TO; Fifteen - Never Shout Never
TAGGED; Chelseaaa
CREDITS; GETTING TRAGIC ! @ Caution