II - Respatrum [At first, being attacked by a raging bull was downright terrifying. Ben threw the cape up to distract it and try to imitate everything he had seen on television before. It wasn't working as well as he hoped, so he scrambled, the bull chasing him with every bit of fear and ferocity he was accustomed to seeing in just about anyone who usually chased him. There was no such thing as a cop confident they could catch anyone--they just hid their fear of a criminal turning around and decking them in the middle of a chase. For Ben, he created a very real fear of that.
Of course, the bull probably wouldn't flinch for even a moment at that, so Ben felt he was on the more cowardly side of things. The bull missed a few lunges, trying to skewer Ben in the middle until he was pressed against the wall. The bull's horn grazed the metal lock keeping the ring closed off to the public and snapped it off, prompting Ben's attention. His eyes lit up.
Ben hadn't so much tamed the bull as he had given it an exit, allowing for him to jump past as it escaped. He nearly pissed his pants and had entirely had his shirt burned to cinders when its horns caught him near the belly but he was otherwise unscathed.
The crowd, startled by an entirely unprecedented scare, watched as Ben scrambled out of the exit along with the enraged bull. The night was only going to get worse from there.]
IV
[After temporarily freeing a demon bull from its arena, Ben decided that he needed to sleep things off for a long while and maybe treat himself to a nice big juicy steak as a tribute to the comrade who helped free him. Really, he was feeling delusional and couldn't exactly believe how his evening had gotten that insane but either way--he was back in the city and wasn't dead from being impaled on a bull's horns so he had that going for him.
It didn't take long for him to shoplift a green t-shirt that was definitely too small for him, coming up over his belly button and squeezing his shoulders a bit more than he liked. Even if he wasn't the type to get carded, Ben was infamous for dodging bar tabs and had been banned from a bar or two in town but he knew just as well that there were plenty more. This time, he brought someone else's cash to pay his tab. The glitter-speckled wallet he had gently pulled from a pair of pants so baggy they almost asked him to dig into their depths was rife with cash and gave Ben everything he needed to enjoy St Patrick's day the usual way. When he spent his cash, he ditched the wallet full of credit cards and licenses in a trash bin on the street and went off to the next bar with his next stolen wallet. It was always enlightening to remember how easy it was to get his hands on those things.
He spent the night drinking himself into a stupor before ultimately looking for a basement or abandoned house to sleep in. A shower could come later when a working stiff decided to head out for their shift.]
Ban | The Seven Deadly Sins
[At first, being attacked by a raging bull was downright terrifying. Ben threw the cape up to distract it and try to imitate everything he had seen on television before. It wasn't working as well as he hoped, so he scrambled, the bull chasing him with every bit of fear and ferocity he was accustomed to seeing in just about anyone who usually chased him. There was no such thing as a cop confident they could catch anyone--they just hid their fear of a criminal turning around and decking them in the middle of a chase. For Ben, he created a very real fear of that.
Of course, the bull probably wouldn't flinch for even a moment at that, so Ben felt he was on the more cowardly side of things. The bull missed a few lunges, trying to skewer Ben in the middle until he was pressed against the wall. The bull's horn grazed the metal lock keeping the ring closed off to the public and snapped it off, prompting Ben's attention. His eyes lit up.
Ben hadn't so much tamed the bull as he had given it an exit, allowing for him to jump past as it escaped. He nearly pissed his pants and had entirely had his shirt burned to cinders when its horns caught him near the belly but he was otherwise unscathed.
The crowd, startled by an entirely unprecedented scare, watched as Ben scrambled out of the exit along with the enraged bull. The night was only going to get worse from there.]
IV
[After temporarily freeing a demon bull from its arena, Ben decided that he needed to sleep things off for a long while and maybe treat himself to a nice big juicy steak as a tribute to the comrade who helped free him. Really, he was feeling delusional and couldn't exactly believe how his evening had gotten that insane but either way--he was back in the city and wasn't dead from being impaled on a bull's horns so he had that going for him.
It didn't take long for him to shoplift a green t-shirt that was definitely too small for him, coming up over his belly button and squeezing his shoulders a bit more than he liked. Even if he wasn't the type to get carded, Ben was infamous for dodging bar tabs and had been banned from a bar or two in town but he knew just as well that there were plenty more. This time, he brought someone else's cash to pay his tab. The glitter-speckled wallet he had gently pulled from a pair of pants so baggy they almost asked him to dig into their depths was rife with cash and gave Ben everything he needed to enjoy St Patrick's day the usual way. When he spent his cash, he ditched the wallet full of credit cards and licenses in a trash bin on the street and went off to the next bar with his next stolen wallet. It was always enlightening to remember how easy it was to get his hands on those things.
He spent the night drinking himself into a stupor before ultimately looking for a basement or abandoned house to sleep in. A shower could come later when a working stiff decided to head out for their shift.]
Bonus
bitch im not givin this phone back
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