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[Miss Molly Massacre]

" Hope life is not a big joke, because I don't get it. "

b a s i c f a c t s xxxxx

xxxThis is my role
xxxxx Human
xxxMy Type
xxxxx N/A
xxxname
xxxxx Michiru Kobayashi
xxxnickname
xxxxx Michiru. Nicknames aren't preferred.
xxxage
xxxxx 17
xxxgender
xxxxx Male
xxxsexuality
xxxxx I don't mind either.
xxxWhat i want
xxxxx Little brother


d i g g d e e p e r xxxxx

xxxpersonality
xxxxx " I tend to over-analyze people. I can usually read someone clearly, which is an advantage to me because then I know who to pass by and who to take interest in.I pay no attention to idiocy that's purposely done. You're given a brain, use it. I'm open-minded to new things and have a very calm persona.Though, I'm as stubborn as a bull.I'll stand my ground and fight to the finish if I have too. I can be a hothead when out of my comfort zone. I guess my mom hasn't taught me well enough to hold my tongue, because I can cuss horribly when I'm angered. Oh, and I have a bad case of sarcasm.I'm seemingly cold looking,which drifts most away,but it's not on purpose.Maybe its just a natural instinct for me to look mean most of the time. I may be blunt, but I try to consider the feelings of others. I don't like to intentionally hurt someone for my own thrill. I happen to be just the opposite. Sticking my neck out for people and doing them 'solids' whenever I can. Just a quick note, don't take everything I say seriously. You wont like me very much if you did. "
xxxcrush
xxxxx " G-Get . . . Get the fxck away~! "
xxxhistory
xxxxx Michiru has always been the rebellious type against his parents. Not because they were horribly mean and restricted him with rules, but for the fact that they simply ignore him, too engrossed in business matters. A kid can only fight for so long for their parent's attention until they start to care less. Living under a privileged roof, he doesn't have too bad of a time when he's left alone. His parents are usually out almost every week, advertising his father's pieces of work in art. His mother was simply a stress-reliever . . . Or that was what Michiru would call her. Not having to worry about a parents supervision (not that he needed one), he does what he wants when he wants. Even if that means ordering some weird doll on his parents credit card . . . Wait, what?!

b e h i n d t h e s c e e n s xxxxx

xxxusername
xxxxx Miss Molly Massacre
xxxtheme song
xxxxx VersaEmerge - Fixed At Zero

[Miss Molly Massacre]

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[Miss Molly Massacre]

[Miss Molly Massacre]

✞┇ Ｌ ☻ ｓ ｔ Ｉｎ Ｌｏｖｅ Ｙｏｕ Ａｒｅ - - Ｏｕｔ Ｏｆ Ｔ⋯ｏｕｃｈ Ｓ☯ //Ｆａｒ ➟ Aｎ Ｉｌｌｕｓｉｏｎ ✚ Ｉｔ'ｓ Aｌｌ Ｊｕｓｔ 『 smoke＆mirrors 』

☁ Ａｌｗａｙｓ Ｃｈａｓｉｎｇ☄ＳＴ✩ＲＳ❛ ⋱ Ｎｅｖｅｒ☒Ｇｅｔｓ Ｙｏｕ Ｆ ａ ｒ ✗╯Aｎ Ｉｌｌ-ｕｓｉｏｎ ≷ Ｉｔ'ｓ¤Aｌｌ¤Ｊｕｓｔ ʂмoқə☒мɪяяoʁʂ ♬

Ｌｏｗｅｒ Ｉ Ｇｅｔ Ｔｈｅ Ｈｉｇｈｅｒ Ｉ'ｌｌ Ｃｌｉｍｂ + Ｉ Ｇｒｅｗ Ｄａｒｋ Ｏｎｌｙ Ｔｏ Ｓｈｉｎｅ

mood: slightly tired + area: fourth floor + with: no one + outfit: [********]

The drive from their hotel rooms wasn't as time-consuming as the plane ride from Germany, but less comfortable as he'd like it to be. From both sides of him, he had his parents 'comforting' and 'encouraging' the violinist to stay out of trouble and get good grades and blah blah blah. The typical list any worried parent would give to their child. Surely, hes heard this numerous of times in Germany as they were packing, but of course, they were going to refresh his memories. With a dazed look on his expression, he stared tiredly out the window, his parents trying to grab his attention, but not succeeding, until his father roughly shook his shoulder. Germans. Their speaking always sounded so angry, so that the raven-haired male could never tell when his father, of all people, was angry or not. The tug told him otherwise. Jerking his shoulder out of his grip, he looked back lifelessly at the chattering two, their native tongues slashing him with strict rules. He couldn't take anymore of this! Finally, the relief of the screeching tires coming into a halt, he knew he finally met his destination. " Auf Wiedersehen Vater und Mutter!" He rushed as he gave them both a hug and kiss to the cheek. They both hugged back tightly, squeezing the air out of him.

He climbed out of the town car, meeting the driver with his luggage out and about. Fixing on his heavy shoulder bag and clutching the two large suitcases that wore gold accents on the side, the male began to take his leave, waving his free hand toward the moving car, which held his weeping parents. His sympathetic look quickly melted off his face after the car disappeared, adjusting on a more look that would intimidate the other kids near him. Not intentionally, he just naturally looked like so when his mind was scattered. Where to go... where to go? He walked up toward the building he was in front of and found the office with ease. Trying to get use to all the new mannerisms, the different styles, the food, and just about everything else was certainly going to be a challenge. Luckily, he stayed a year in England (which was very different compared to where he was now) and studied very hard in his own country to become one with the language. Walking to the front desk, he placed on his most charming smile toward the lady behind it."Blythe Fritz Dayne." He said, testing out his English Accent. The lady, obviously charmed by his smile, as she would giggle when their eyes met, she gave the teen what he needed, and with a simple wave, he walked away.

Walking down the hall on his search, he finally found his dorm 102, just in time to see one of his roommates walk out. Looking the male over as he passed, he couldn't help but be a bit happy with sharing a room with him. He was awfully cute. Distracted, he mentally slapped himself out of his current state and continued forth, closing in on 102 and unlocking it. Considering how quick his roommate left without even unpacking told him that there was probably something to get too. Eh, he'll find out soon enough. Throwing his things on a bed with a sigh, he sure was glad to have them off. Running a hand through his locks, he gave his body a short break to regenerate some more energy again to move. He felt he was running on E after the long week he endured. Laying down, he relaxed on the bed with his red orbs fixed on the ceiling. He was really anxious, but tired all at the same time. He really needed a good rest right now. Oh well, it'd have to wait til later. The boy picked himself up, shoved his dorm key in his pocket, and left the room. He locked the door behind him and half way up the hall, he realized that something was missing. "Oh efff... I fo..got thee damn ma-ap." His accent was battling his German, causing words to stifle together in a struggle.

He followed behind a large group of kids, finally making it to where he was suppose to be, The Cafe. Keeping to the back of the room, the male's red orbs darted to each side of him, taking in the atmosphere and all the pretty faces.Although he was trying to enjoy himself, he kept getting nudged by the people who walked by him. He felt his blood bubble from each interaction, wanting so bad to let his German temper lash out, but contained himself. Maybe he could find someone to distract him from his anger? But who...? When an announcement from a handsome male was given, he did what was said, finding his empty table. Sitting down, he patiently waited for the other three. Fun.


Translation :: Auf Wiedersehen Vater und Mutter! - " Goodbye Father and Mother! "

[Miss Molly Massacre]

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◞❛ ｆｉｎｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｗａｙ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ⊹ ａｌｌ ★'ｓ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｂｒｉｇｈｔｅｒ ⊹ ａｌｌ ❤'ｓ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｗａｒｍｅｒ ❜◟

╰ style cat♪cat'so crowded . . . 'cat♪cat Fourth Floorcat♪catTalking to no one ❞

High in a tree sat a girl, about 4'12 in height and petite in structure, with her luggage littering the bottom of the tree carelessly. She clung to the tree like a scared cat, her round orbs full of fear and anticipation. Her breathing was forced, as if she's been running for a long time. In all honestly, the girl looked like an utter mess.

---- Earlier that day -----
Underneath a heavy jacket laid the tired being, who was just plucked from her cozy seat that was on the plane coming from Australia, and into taxi cab, where she sat perched on the closed door, quickening her pace back into slumber. By her side, sat her tired father, who accompanied her in this long trip, knowing that it was worth it to see his daughter get the schooling she needed. Hushed noises came from the sleeping being, a peaceful aura radiating inside the car and causing the ride to go on with ease. The slumber seemed to only last for about five minutes, when she was slighted rocked back into consciousness by her father who kept repeating in Swedish, "Få upp, älskling." She was startled at first from her father's voice, but regained herself once she realized who was talking to her. Looking outside, she saw the academy, the pit of her stomach turning with dismay. She was now regretting her choice to leave her father, knowing that she was going to miss him to much. Also, the kids looked soo intimidating~! Especially the boys... ugh.

Turning her scared orbs at her father, she meekly stated in Swedish, "Pappa, jag är rädd." Her father hugged her reassuringly, giving her comforting lines like 'it's going to be alright' and around those sorts. After they were done, soaking each others presence and lovingly words, the girl stepped out of the car shyly, her arms crossing over her chest with a troubled look on her face. She was given her suitcase and large backpack from her driver, whom she also hugged (but didn't know). It was a female driver, so she wasn't scared of the other. Whereas, if it would of been a male, she would of scurried away in terror. She waved her father off with a frown and turned to face the school, only to be greet by two large guys."Want help with that sweetie?" "Yeah, how about we take you to your room?" As if turning to stone, the girl stayed frozen in place with a scared expression on her face. The two were so tall... and... and scary! She picked up her things in hand and ran away. The two followed her, chuckling at how frightened she suddenly became.

---- Present ----
She now sat in a tree, waiting for the two males to find her, which they did."What the Hell are you doing up their?" "Get down before you hurt yourself." They both beckoned the girl with their arms, other people catching their attention. Soon enough a small crowd was gathering around the tree, looking up at the girl with puzzled faces. Finally, an announcement was heard and everyone left her rather quickly. Sighing with relief, the girl climbed down carefully until her feet met the ground again. Gathering her things, the shaking girl was just glad those two guys stopped pestering her. Being so new to this land, the people, and how they acted, she wasn't sure if their offers were genuine of not. ' Jag mår så dåligt .. '

The girl was forced to carry her things to the assembly, after she received her dorm key and other necessities from the front office. She scurried around people, ignoring any offers she received to help with her luggage. As she was now in the hectic area full of students, she saw the two guys from earlier. She swooped down into a seat, right next to a pretty lady (Celestia), and dropped her bags on the floor."I-is it alright...I-if I hide ... I-I mean sit hurr?" She questioned, with her mix-matched accents, one being Australian and the other being Swedish. She forced on a smile, despite how she felt.


Translation :: Få upp, älskling - " Get up, baby. "
Pappa, jag är rädd - "Dad, I'm afraid."
Jag mår så dåligt - "I feel so bad."


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