<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/c7/ee/36c7ee071cc6d56a6f390852faad369f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Duffy's Burger Joint<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Bence listened to Kara and her inspiring coach. When she decided to give in and place her cell phone on the table, she had reminded him that he had her number already. He had gotten it earlier at the fountain when she had first offered it up. Bence went for his cell phone, removing it from his pocket and pulled up her contact to send her a text:<br/><br/><strong>Bence:</strong>Bence (http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/crazy-monkey/crazy-monkey-emoticon-008.gif?1292792379)<br/><br/><strong>Don’t use big words you don’t understand, you might hurt yourself.</strong><br/><br/>Bence’s brown eyes flicked up to gaze at Vivienne at first with an unamused expression. When he saw the playful smirk quirk on her face, he nearly dismissed her comment. There was enough pressure on his shoulders. First having been the butt of their earlier jokes—still kind of was—and then having Little Brother tell him that he was supposed to be the leader. He was the one who had frozen up on the battlefield…<br/><br/><strong><em>The brainless oaf would do better to silence himself entirely.</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence had been waiting for her to tell her mobicyte to shut the fuck up or that he was wrong. Vivienne did neither and that meant to him that she was okay with her mobicyte’s shit personality. He was tired of the harassment. He continued to stare across the table at Vivienne. He leaned forward a little, and she could see the livid look in his eyes. He didn’t want to say it aloud for the last thing he wanted was to create another commotion.<br/><br/>Bence mentally threatened,<em>If that starfish wasn’t hiding in your skull, I would punch’im in his god damn face.</em><br/><br/>Putting his phone away, the food arrived after Santiago had taken a seat and shared his sudden change of mind. Bence hesitated to dig into his meal after having made such a passionate statement about desiring something to eat. He was feeling trapped. He was trapped in a situation with people who didn’t respect him. He wasn’t hearing their thoughts, but he couldn’t help but wonder if they were all thinking the same thoughts at Vivienne’s mobicyte. These people who he was supposed to live with and lead thought he was a joke. It made him absolutely angry and he would have walked away from the situation as he had done so earlier, but he wasn’t about to set everyone up on a wild rescue to save him again.<br/><br/>Bence was glaring harshly down at his burger as though it would melt beneath his stare. His hands were shaking underneath the table. Little Brother he could strangely feel as though he were physically there and standing next to him. He didn’t want to hear his voice. He didn’t want for the others to know what he was going through. They just wouldn’t get it and wouldn’t care. Kara might…but she was just a caring person. That was it. Not much more. She didn’t know him any more than the others.<br/><br/>Little Brother said nothing but he could feel his host’s catastrophizing thoughts. Bence was spiraling downwards. Unintentionally, Bence did as Lucifer requested. He said nothing further. He picked up the Black and Blue burger. The first bite would have been more amazing if he had been in a different scenario—a much happier one, but it would have to do. Little Brother was already rapidly converting the consumed food into valuable proteins and using them to boost the performance of his kidneys to produce erythropoietins.<br/><br/><strong>Whatever you guys want to do is fine by me…Just figure out who’s going where, and I’ll adjust. I’m usually up early in the mornings to get started with my training, so don’t be alarmed.</strong><br/><br/>Training? Bence tried not to thought-speak. Maybe it worked like talking. If he didn’t want to talk but think…was there a second level of consciousness where he could think quietly to himself? Whatever. When Santiago mentioned training, Bence was wondering if he and him had the wrong mobicytes. Santiago must have been the workout junkie. If Bence went to the gym, that would have drawn too much attention to himself.<br/><br/>Isabella’s mobicyte was completely contrary to her personality. It was a nerd, and its humorous antics seemed to drive her mad on a regular basis. She suggested a commercial property. There was no way that they could do that tonight. It was already late. As much as he just wanted to stay quiet, Bence pressed the remains of smelly burger into his mouth and then reached for a napkin to wipe his face.<br/><br/>“We either go back to our rooms, or we get a hotel. We won’t be able to go buyin’ doughnut shops tonight.”