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Never AgainHe was trapped in a little bubble in the middle of some large body of water. He was on his back, kicking at the top and scraping the surface with his fingers. It was more like a pocket of hard cold stone or slippery warm ice. His mind was partially blank and his head heavy. He wriggled the toes in his boots and eyed the BDU he had on. Sometimes the repeating camouflage pattern wrapped around him and made him feel like he was suffocating. He kept kicking the top of his tiny prison, wanting it to turn into dust and the dust into air but it stayed stubbornly solid. He could feel the water outside flowing back and forth in his ears, making him nauseas. Was he sinking?
He couldn't remember what happened before this and he vaguely knew what he was. It was something about an arm, but what did a body part have to do with anything? "Let me out " he whined, but the sound went nowhere. He had made this, now he wanted to escape. As much as he knew, it was him, himself, and some oth
Full Name: Richi Befexin
Pronunciation of their name: Re-eh-chi (hebrew chet or arabic khaa) Bih-eh-zin
Meaning of their full name: Richi either means surrender, malice, or truth. Befexin means split man (Befexino). His name takes the meaning from the formal writing system of Harach, so it means Split man of truth.
Why did their parents name them this?: Befexin is the family name, and they orginally gave Richi to any meaning. When he it turned out he was an Ekiji (Ek- ih-she) they made it mean truth.
Nickname(s): Reality or Truth
Why they have that as a nickname: It's actually his english name, since it's considered that if you say a persons' name wrong, your putting a curse on them and their family that will last three generations. When it came to the American-Tokaiden Influence, Harachian families simply gave themselves English names to avoid confusion and the such.
Do they like their nicknames?: He likes Reality better than Truth, but he'll go by either.
Sex: Male (by human
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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