Approach The Bench
  • Approach The Bench
  • The Audition
  • Controversy Loves Company

The crimes I’ve committed aren’t heard by any judge,
And there are only two in this courtroom and I must confess,
What’s done is done, and I’m not the type that can be conned into being convinced.
We both know this.

I should be ashamed of this, I’m not,
‘Cause I have tasted grapes.
This smile, don’t look,
It’s my bait, my words, the hook.

These acts of immorality are the only things keeping me quiet.
Why can’t you just accept the fact that I’m only as loyal as my options?

I can’t believe that you would ever trust me.

I should be ashamed of this, I’m not,
'Cause I have tasted grapes.
This smile, don’t look,
It’s my bait, my words, the hook.

You could call me a rolling stone
'cause I’m always on the road.
Every night I wonder if you’re there alone.

I should be ashamed of this, I’m not,
'Cause I have tasted grapes.
This smile, don’t look,
It’s my bait, my words, the hook.


Life lesson here? Spoilers are bad for everyone. 

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holtzclaw apparently believed the white jury would have his back. as he was escorted in front of the judge to be remanded into custody awaiting sentencing, he was crying and shaking his head in disbelief, clearly communicating to the jury his disgust, that he was let down. he cried and rocked back and forth while the verdicts were read for each count. but when he approached the bench he was already behaving indignantly about their verdicts. so very clearly not at all remorseful. fuck him. acab.


These last days, Bean was bullied a lot. Some students said he was clumsy… slow… or something like that… But recently, he couldn’t help but notice another teenager who was also being bullied, a pretty mean-looking boy with blood orange hair. This guy was often sitting alone… and Bean think he might needed a friend!
So the unusually tall and clumsy looking student approached Itward on a bench, before classes started. “Hello.”


curiosity | open

Sleeping by the lake had been a good choice. The sounds of the water lulled Mitte to sleep and she rose early, feeling fresh and reading to take on a new town. She had already decided to play this place for as much as she could, two or three characters on the go. The traveler and the run-away bride were always a good combo, no one expected you to be a permanent fixture in the place and they were all welcoming. One role allowed you to quietly observe and the other let you roam freely and discover everything good a town had to offer.

So since it was her first full day her she chose to be the traveler, splashing lake water across her face to clean it and donning her backpack to head into the main square.It was the kind of place that seemed to be all locals, which was useful. Newcomers were always exciting when they hardly ever came around. One of the best ways to get to know a new place was to learn what the locals thought about it. So Mitte put on her best dazzling grin and approached someone sat on a bench “hey, you know where I can get a decent cup of coffee around here?”

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“Ha, for you - pro bono.”
“Can I approach the bench?”
“Nothing to fear.”
“I’m not Daredevil.”
“If you can’t take the heat …”
“I just winked.”
“Know what they say about justice?”
“Matt Murdock: attorney at law.”
“I’m Daredevil. That’s the truth.”
*sigh*“I have terrible taste in women.”
“I heard that.”
“Ugh! What is that smell?”
“I can hear your heart beating. Literally. That’s not a pickup line.”
“Avacadoes at law.”
“He made me do it.”

approaching a small bench he set down,  Krista running around on her leash, He had finely finished one book, and was almost done with the other one. Squinting his eyes he glared at the bright ass sun, for bothering his vision… Looking out he could see all the  leaves falling from the trees in bright colors… some orange… maybe red… yellow.. even purple… he wasn’t typically one to get mushy about colors… but it did bring him back to when he was younger, and him and Erwin, would hang out… typically outside, Erwin could hardly get him to go into a building back then… he could now… but he had grown a lot since they first met… Sighing he could really feel himself missing a certain brat… he had been busy with friends and school over the weekend and hadn’t been able to drop by, which he figured was good for him… but he still missed him… he agreed to handle the puppy while he’d been busy… he did after all commit himself to it when he agreed for the little shit to stay with him. Sighing he leaned back against the bench taking a sip of the coffee he had purchased before coming to the park. truthfully he only came here so the puppy would be able to get out… or at least that was all he was willing to admit too….

Eskimo Pie: Love at First Bite


It’s been 3 months since Delphine left France to begin working at San Francisco General Hospital and she still doesn’t feel like she fits in, not with the people or in the city.

Her daily break comes at 4pm and, on a sunny day like today, she likes to take the latest medical journal, sit in the park, breathe in the fresh air, enjoy her solitude, and read. As Delphine approaches her usual park bench, she’s disheartened to find it already occupied by a young couple lost in each other’s eyes. Resigned to not be a third wheel, Delphine continues further on into the park in search of a new bench, finally settling on one adjacent to a playground.

After several minutes of reading, Delphine is startled by very loud, whimsical music followed by the sounds of the children screaming as they run towards the nearest sidewalk and line up in front of an ice cream truck, the source of the initial, obtrusive noise. She watches as the kids all excitedly purchase their preferred treats: bomb pops, ice cream sandwiches, massive ice cream cones, you name it and that truck seems to have it. The kids all get high fives from the vendor in addition to their frozen treats of choice. This woman has quite possibly the brightest smile Delphine has ever seen. She’s pretty sure it’s the kind of smile you can see from space. Delphine finds herself transfixed by this sight, by the happiness that one ice cream truck and its vendor have brought to this park. After the line has petered out, Delphine hears the ice cream lady yelling something while pointing in her general direction. Delphine looks around to see whose attention she’s trying to get.

“Hey, miss. You with the amazing, blonde curls.” The woman is definitely talking to Delphine.

“Yes?” Delphine replies with a hint of confusion in her voice.

“You just gonna sit there staring or you gonna come over here and get some ice cream?”

Delphine is a bit taken aback, but ice cream doesn’t sound so bad on this warm day, so she gets up and strolls over to the truck.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but those children were just so excited by your presence.”

“What can I say? Kids love ice cream, especially on back-to-school Mondays.”

"No, it was more than that, they really seemed thrilled to be around you.”

“I guess I’ve developed a good rapport with them. I’ve been coming here for the last year, so I know all their names and their preferred treats by now. But I don’t know your favorite. So what are you in the mood for today?”

Delphine peruses the intricately drawn novelties on the side of the truck. Unsure of what to order, she looks to the woman for assistance, ”What do you suggest?”

“Well, you can’t go wrong with any of them, but my absolute favorite is the Eskimo Pie.”

Delphine looks at her curiously, “Eskimo? I don’t think I know it.”

“No?” The girl asks with surprise and Delphine shakes her head. “Prepare yourself, you’re about to become a craven addict.”

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