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king-of-screams:

When he heard Mike’s chuckle, Chuck looked down briefly with a long frown on his face. Why did his hunger have to work to make him out to be some kind of bottomless pit? He swawllowed and put his arms over his stomach in a sort of hugging motion, which made him look a bit vulrenable than previous.

“Okaay.”

He let out a weak squeak at the pats on his back. The force of them managed to cause him to stumble forward a couple of a steps. “M-Mike!” he managed out exasperately.

“Let’s go.”

When Mike took the lead, he let out a sigh that caused his bangs to flutter in the air for a couple of seconds before falling back down over his eyes. However, he didfollow, just like he always would for his best friend.

“…Wow.”

Blinking, Chuck looked around the cafeteria, having completely missed the sign somehow. To say was it a little crowded…was a complete underestimate.

“Well. I guess we’ll just go through the line. Sit outside at some picnic table.”

He jumped faintly when Mike turned to look at him before smiling sheepishly. “Heh! Y-Yeah…” Then he sighed, again, when Mike turned back around to walk towards the pizza line. He simply followed, having no other reason to sit down if it meant meeting more unsavory characters.

Heh! Y-Yeah.

Mike only smiled kindly and shook his head at the sheepish smile that formed over Chuck’s lips. He was always jumpy and scared, and he liked to be able to say he was a sort of protector for Chuck in a way. That he would always be there for him, and help him when he was completely terrified.

Although sometimes, he did do a couple of things that scared Chuck anyway.

Finally making it to the pizza line, he licked his lips and patted his own stomach once more, “Mm, I’m hungrier now then I was a few minutes ago smelling it!” He laughed and looked next to him, expecting Chuck to be standing there, probably glancing around nervously as though someone were going to scare him.

Mike had hardly gotten over it when Chuck had screamed and clung to him when Duke had terrified him.

Eventually the line moved enough that they were inside the area of attaining a tray and picking your food, from what they offered of course. “Huh.” He picked up a tray and twirled it around in his hands. “Styrofoam. Just throw ‘em away I guess.” He supposed he wasn’t so sure what he was expecting when he saw them, but probably something more high tech because of where he’d come from.

Once the line moved another person or so forward, he nodded towards the pepperoni slices and the lunch woman placed a slice on his tray and he proceeded to pick a brownie on his way out, along with a juice.

“Comin’ Chuck?” He looked back before exiting to the woman who would check out his meal. 

(Source: affable-fatalist)

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king-of-screams:

When Mike apologized, Chuck couldn’t help but accept it and take the scare as lightly as he currently could. One hand grabbed his arm, rubbed nervously, and he blinked underneath his bangs at Mike patting his stomach. “Uhhh…”

“How about lunch?”

Well, now that he mentioned it… Chuck felt a bit hungry himself. When Mike grinned at him, he smiled weakly and peered down the opposite of where his friend was looking. The halls wereempty, and that never happened at any other time of the day besides it being lunch time.

He laughed nervously and put an arm around his stomach after it gave out a growl.

“Yeeaah… Yeah, I’m kinda hungry, too,” he replied. His stomach gave another growl and he whined quietly.

Before Mike could make any smart comments, he immediately looked at him and said quickly, “Let’s go before I faint from hunger, Mikey.”

Yeeaah… Yeah, I’m kinda hungry, too.

Mike’s eyebrows both raised as the noise of Chuck’s stomach growling simply at the mention of food, and couldn’t help but laugh a little. He turned his head and glanced down the hallway so that he wouldn’t laugh and embarrass him, but the moment it growled again, a small laugh left him.

Let’s go before I faint from hunger, Mikey.

“Okaay.” Mike grinned and lifted a heavy hand, patting Chuck twice on the back heavily enough to cause him to move forward possibly a step or so. “Let’s go.” He began walking down the hallway, arms urbane by his side as he moved. He knew Chuck would follow just as always.

Admittedly, he was a little more than just a bit hungry himself.

Finally he glanced up to see a sign that read “Cafeteria”, which obviously led to it. He followed the way until they entered into the large room, and what felt like a hundred people.

“…Wow.” He blinked, “Well,” he began, “I guess we’ll just go through the line. Sit outside at some picnic table.” He looked back to make sure Chuck was following him before heading in, the loud chatter something he was easily able to place in the back of his mind as he stepped in the pizza line. 

(Source: affable-fatalist)

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king-of-screams:

Chuck was about to push open the door when he heard the other shout from the inside of the restroom. He jumped, squeaked a little, and shoved his hands deep inside his pockets. At least, he apologized… Still, though, it would be very nice and convienient if Mike hurried up.

He began fumbling with his fingers before giving out a loud shout at seeing Mike suddenly come out of the door. Seconds later, after realizing that it wasn’t someone out to gut him, he slouched back forward, put a hand to his chest, and stared at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“D-Dude!” he gasped before swallowing.

“Whew. Didn’t mean to take so long. Got a little side tracked, heh.”

With that, Chuck sighed loudly and held up both hands towards Mike. “All right, all right, dude.” He seemed to be calming down after his really dumb small episode. Without bothering to stand properly, he peered down the hallway before turning back to his best friend.

“Soooooo…” he began before giving a nervous chuckle. “…what are we doing again, bro?”

Mike had known that if he hadn’t came out the door in that big of a hurry, they probably would have met at it because Chuck would have came in after him. He couldn’t help but think of that as funny as he heard Chuck jump and release a short shout at his sudden appearance.

D-Dude!

“Heheh, sorry.” He  apologized and then looked around, noticing how Chuck also asked what it was they were supposed to be doing. He licked his lips and dropped his hand to his stomach. Twice he patted it before looking back to Chuck again, “How about lunch?” He grinned, looking around the hallways to see them completely emptied. That could only mean it was lunch time.

Admittedly, he was pretty hungry himself. He hoped Chuck was too. 

(Source: affable-fatalist)

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plasmakingnatural:

affable-fatalist:

Mike, after being sure he looked decent enough, finally began walking out the bathroom with only one backward, reassurance glance at himself. He wasn’t a bit nervous, but hoped to find some people who were good-hearted like those back at home. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, he bumped accidentally into a green-haired teenager who also belonged to the school, having been speaking about calculus or something like that. Mike stepped back and put a hand to the back of his head almost immediately.

“Oh, sorry man, you all right?” He asked, blinking, hoping he didn’t just throw around some little kid. Hopefully everyone at the school could hold their own… and he hadn’t meant to bump into him. “I wasn’t watching where I was going… just trying to figure everything out.” He explained, scratching at the back of his head anxiously. 

Oof! He belt someone bump into his shoulders. N only shrugged and brushed himself, it was something he did by instincts regardless if he stained his white shirt or not. N watched as he explained himself, the green head could only nod as her listened to his explanation as he couldn’t help but to smile a little. In fact, the former plasma king didn’t even mind it so much. 

” I am fine. What about yourself? You’re not hurt right?” He showed his concern to Mike—the first person he had cared for upon his arrival to the school. N understood that accidents can happen and he couldn’t blame it entirely on the man, he was at fault too in some way. 

“You seem to be in a hurry sir,” N said—for once—at a speed that a regular human should speak. Well, conversing shouldn’t hurt. After all, it would hone his socializing skills for the better future.

“Are you perhaps a teacher?”

Mike nodded and then shook his head, contradicted himself entirely. His hand rose from behind his head and waved in front of him, “Oh, I’m perfectly fine,” He grinned, “Was only worried about you.”

“Nah, another student just like you,” Mike pondered quietly if he looked old enough to be a teacher, or simply that respectable. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to look that old or not though, “do I look like one?” He raised both eyebrows.

“No hurry.” He smiled. 

Mike turned around at the sudden speaking of another when he’d been standing around idly in the middle of the hall. 

“Oh, uh…”  He’d just left Dorm E-3, because that’s where his room was. “Down that way.” He pointed to the left and glancing the same way he’d pointed before looking back to the taller, blue-haired man. 

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natural—harmonia—groupius:

N woke up, looking out at the wonderful weather today. A smile came across his lips as he breathed in. It wasn’t anything new, but it was a refreshing feeling. However, it wasn’t time for soliciting, he needed to go to school. The green head had missed two classes before, he couldn’t afford to miss anymore. Putting on his hat, he reached for his cube and hung it around his neck. He never really bothered to fix his hair, fashion wasn’t anything he was concerned about—rather, he just didn’t know how to care about his physical looks. 

After a quick minute or two, he strolled out of his dorm. The green head looked around, still not use to the place. It was just so fascinating for him in general considering the fact that he had never went to school before, he’s a genius who studied everything on his own. While walking, he clenched to his black binder which contained his work for every subject. N knew it was important to be organized, he was a first timer when it came to school in general. He was an awkward fella. 

“I have calculus first right?” He mused to himself. Technically speaking, it was AP calculus, but close enough! 

Mike, after being sure he looked decent enough, finally began walking out the bathroom with only one backward, reassurance glance at himself. He wasn’t a bit nervous, but hoped to find some people who were good-hearted like those back at home.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he bumped accidentally into a green-haired teenager who also belonged to the school, having been speaking about calculus or something like that. Mike stepped back and put a hand to the back of his head almost immediately.

“Oh, sorry man, you all right?” He asked, blinking, hoping he didn’t just throw around some little kid. Hopefully everyone at the school could hold their own… and he hadn’t meant to bump into him. “I wasn’t watching where I was going… just trying to figure everything out.” He explained, scratching at the back of his head anxiously. 

(Source: affable-fatalist)

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king-of-screams:

“Ah, geez…” Chuck murmurred as he leaned awkwardly against the wall next to the bathroom’s door. Mike sure was taking his good old time in there… He looked down his wrist, expecting to see a watch but, no, nothing. Nadda. He sighed, groaned softly, and looked up to the ceiling.

“C’mon, Mikey, man…” he said, already beginning to feel not so safe in these hallways.

Finally, after enough foot tapping, he turned to the door and said loudly from the other side, “Mike! Are… Are you almost done in there, bro?” He then put his hands over his chest as means of protection, glanced around nervously to make sure no one else had heard him, and turned back to the door with a nervous expression.

“It shouldn’t even take that long…” he sighed.

Mike suddenly remembered he’d left Chuck sitting on the outside of the bathroom door while he nonchalantly looked himself up and down in the mirror.

Mike! Are… Are you almost done in there, bro?

“Oh!” He hurriedly fixed his collar and patted out the front of his new button-up suit before nodding, “Sorry man!” He yelled from the inside, hoping to be heard before hurriedly rustling his hair to look good, and bustling out the door in a matter of seconds.

“Whew,” He grinned and looked to Chuck, “Didn’t mean to take so long. Got a little side tracked, heh.”

Mike proceeded to glance around the hallway, “… So, lunch time or what?” He patted his stomach and still with a grin, looked back to Chuck. 

(Source: affable-fatalist)

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Mike grinned in front of the mirror as he adjusted the collar of his newly pressed suit, the one he was required to wear the moment he registered for the school. He wasn’t so sure what he expected out of it, something crazy or plain, but he hoped to bring some life to it if it was simply boring and without any fun. That was typically how it was with Mike.

He licked his lips and turned side to side before facing the mirror once more and running a gentle hand through his hair, making sure it was also in place before he was ready to step out into the hallway and greet somebody.

“Eh, I think I look pretty good in this,” He chuckled and smiled, “Better than I thought I would, anyway.”

He glanced at himself up and down in his reflection. Even the color brought out the shade of his skin and color of his hair. 

application !

application!

• ooc tumblr: lalaloveli.tumblr.com
• character name: mike chilton
• original series: motorcity
• year: junior
• personality:
• Mike has a very cool, collected personality and hardly ever shows any worry of anything unless his teammates are in danger, and he would do anything to keep them out of harm’s way as the leader of the Burners. He rarely takes things seriously and likes to joke, unless it has something to do with his battle against Kane to save Motorcity. As a seventeen year-old, Mike is also very gutsy and takes risks easily and with a grin on his face.
  
  Opposite of this fun-loving, risk-taking side of him, Mike has also been noticeably serious and caring about his teammates as stated earlier. If one is put in risk, he without question puts himself in front of them to save their life, willing to risk his own for theirs. He would never simply allow something to happen to any one of them. Despite their constant nagging to let him take care of things on their own, Mike refuses, stating that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to one of them where he could have possibly saved them.
• background:
• Not much is known of Mike’s past for the exception that he did once work as Kane’s cadet until he began to change the city and control it forcefully. His cruel nature drove Mike away from Kane and into Motorcity, where he then formed his team and became a rebel against Kane and his army which attempts all the time to control Motorcity.
  
  Sometime in the present Mike received a letter along with Chuck asking them to enroll in this school. Thinking it may be a trick that Kane has plotted, they go and enroll only to find that it really is only a school and without knowing the true purpose, end up staying to find out more about it. While Mike is very enthusiastic about it, Chuck may not be.
• fated partner:
• Ikkaku Madarame.
• schedule:

1. Calculus
2. Engineering
3. Philosophy
4. Archaeology
5. Swordsmanship
6. French
7. Guitar
8. Occult Studies