ɢᴀsᴏʟɪɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ (ᴀᴘ.)

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GENERAL

NAME: michael vincent jones ALIAS(ES): michael, mikey, jersey devil GENDER: male (he/him) AGE: 29 DATE OF BIRTH: july 24th OCCUPATION: demolitions, gunman

APPEARANCE

EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: red-brown HEIGHT: 5′9 BURNS: scattered, mostly on his knuckles OVERWEIGHT: no UNDERWEIGHT: no

FAVORITE

COLOR: orange HAIR COLOR: blonde EYE COLOR: brown SONG: do re mi by blackbear MOVIE: ocean’s eleven TV SHOW:  forensic files FOOD: the goddamn mcrib DRINK: screwdriver BOOK: ??? who reads

HAVE THEY

PASSED UNIVERSITY: nah HAD SEX: yes HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: no GOTTEN PREGNANT: no KISSED A BOY: yes KISSED A GIRL: yes GOTTEN TATTOOS: yes GOTTEN PIERCINGS: yes HAD A BROKEN HEART: yes BEEN IN LOVE: no STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: yes

ARE THEY

A VIRGIN: no A KISSER: yes SCARED EASILY: no JEALOUS EASILY: debatable TRUSTWORTHY: yes

DOMINANT: SUBMISSIVE: IN LOVE: yes SINGLE: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: yes; mostly indirectly THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: yes ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: no WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: yes DROVE A CAR: yes HAVE/HAD A JOB: yes HAVE ANY FEARS: lack of control, suffocation/drowning, losing a limb, dying alone.

FAMILY

             her eyes closed && she held onto him tightly, fingers wrapping up in his shirt as she nuzzled his sternum just a little bit. a small movement of affection from the girl. she sighed again, her breath warm against his shirt, && her fingers flexed a bit.   ❝ if ANYONE fucks with you, michael, i’ll make sure they never see the light of day again. ❞   she swore softly against his chest, shifting her head again to nuzzle him. meg turned her eyes to look up at him, hazel eyes showing nothing but affection.   ❝ you can’t get rid of me. ❞

❝ michael… ❞  she sighed his name softly before stepping forward. her arms moved around his waist && she laid her head against his chest lightly.  ❝ we aren’t normal people. there’s no possible way we can be normal with the life we live… but we have each other… right? ❞

ask me. — @bcbadcck

      That’s gotta be his eyes playing a cruel trick on him, right? The stress of the upcoming workload must just be getting to Michael, and he’s imagining the thing—a thing that is most definitely not a friend—standing in his room as he squints into the darkness, sweat forming on his hot forehead and draining down the back of his neck. Yeah, stress. That’s the only explanation for the vaguely man-shaped shadow putting his blood on ice. His anxious mind had made him see things in the dark before, though never THIS.

     As for its talking, well, that’s harder to blame on his tired, weak eyes. Maybe he’s finally lost his last marble, or drowned too many brain-cells in Geoff’s whiskey cabinet. Michael turns over in bed and scrunches his eyes closed, throwing the shadow figure a middle finger.

@jerseydevll I hate. Late classes. But I had to take this. And work is always until 9. I never get a break. Sobs