Post by mitchell leigh michaels on Aug 29, 2009 1:35:07 GMT 1
mitchell leigh-jeremiah michaels
seventeen . student . unsettled
seventeen . student . unsettled
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]mitchell leigh-jeremiah michaels .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]mitch .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]seventeen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]quiet, artistic, frustrated, lonely, awkward, focused, anxious, guilty .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]David Michaels came from a long line of lawyers. His grandfather, father and uncles were all lawyers. His entire live was spent striving to continue the tradition. As a senior in college, he met Lily Tyler, a freshman studying biology. It was a cute, old fashioned courtship. Romantic dates and flowers, staying at each other’s parent’s houses during breaks. David graduated at the top of his class with offers from two firms, including his uncle’s. He went to work for his uncle, Lily finished college with a two-year degree, and the two bought a house together in Sacramento. They were married, and five minutes later Lily was pregnant with twins.
Mitch was born first, easily with no problems. His twin, however, had a more complicated delivery. For a few days the doctors weren’t sure the little girl would make it. Mitch’s middle name, Leigh-Jeremiah, is a combination of his maternal grandfather and paternal grandfather’s name, since both patent wanted to use their respective family name. Luckily, the girl twin, named Amanda Grace, survived and the two were taken home together. The twins were very close, their bond only growing as they got older.
During the summer before eighth grade the Michaels family suffered a terrible loss. Lily Michaels was in a car wreck on the interstate, and entered a coma. It was very sudden, and ripped the family apart. The twins had been very close to their mother, more so than their father who worked almost constantly. A heavy black cloud hung over the house for months. Mitch’s great aunt came over occasionally to cook or do laundry, but eventually the twins learned to take care of the household chores themselves, since their father to cope with the loose became more of a workaholic. In the time immediately after their mother’s desk the man began drinking heavily. It was several months before the adverse effects of this began to show, and by that time the helpful relatives had gone and the family was alone in their mourning. Mitch and his father, who’d always had an awkward but friendly relationship, began to fight as the twins entered high school. Mandy began spending more and more time outside of the house. The family truly was destroyed by the loss of the glue that had held them together.
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ooc name: J
pb being used: Luke Pasqualino
years of experience: about five
membergroup: student
Midnight was always an interesting time to be out and about. And it was a time reserved for certain kinds of people. There were the crazies; the possibly homeless, possibly addicts who stumbled around muttering to themselves. The late-night shifters were also around; truckers or nightshift gas station employees who kept mostly to themselves, refueling their coffee cups to stay awake. And then there was Mitch.
He hadn’t always stayed up so late, practically all night. But once he did, the teen realized just what a perfect situation it was for him. It had probably started two years ago, after his mother had died. For a while, Mitch just didn’t want to sleep. Two nights of starring at the walls led him to search for other ways to fill the hours, and a habit began. He could do homework (in theory at least), work on his drawings, watch hours of TV, and sit at his favorite 24-hour diner.
Normally Mitch would bring some kind of activity with him to the dinner for his midnight coffee break. Tonight, however, he was feeling particularly apathetic toward his schoolwork, more so than usual, and too distracted and anxious for any leisurely work.
Mitch stared down at his half-empty cup. The diner was nearly empty, one of the workers was playing a radio in the back and the muted Spanish radio station was the only noise. The teen’s face was impassive, but he was feeling completely depressed. His sister hadn’t been home in two weeks, a new record. Of course he knew where she was, at her best friend’s house, and he saw her everyday at school. But she’d never stayed away from home for so long before. They used to be so close, closer than anyone. Now they barely talked. The house was feeling more empty and cold than it normally did, and now Mitch was starting to feel the urge to leave and never return. And then there was his father. The teen couldn’t ignore the growing number of bottles and cans in the trash whenever he took it out. At least his father’s drinking meant the man hadn’t noticed Mitch was failing two classes.
A late-night city bus rolled by outside. The brunette wondered where it was going, who was on it. He often had thoughts like this, when he saw planes or cars with out-of-state license plates. Part of him wished he could just climb in and go with them. Mitch pulled out a pen and began sketching on a napkin, becoming rapidly frustrated with the brittle paper that insisted on tearing with every other mark made to it. He considered just shredding the thing into a neat, little pile but the waitress returned with a refill. For a moment, she seemed to pause as if to say something to the teen, but a trucker came in at that moment and she immediantly turned away to attend to him.
