MOORE, mika holly

[mika]

NINETEEN. COLLEGE STUDENT. STRAIGHT. DEPENDENT. MILA KUNIS.
( MIKA HOLLY MOORE )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

By day, Mika is a hard worker. She knows her priorities and can get what she wants. She is a book worm who likes to bake, garden, and has a lot of useless knowledge. She doesn't curse and always tells people things they want to hear, hiding the criticizing comments to herself. She is very caring and will take anyone in need and try her best to help them. Even if it breaks her wallet, she will help the best she can. She tries her best to be independent, but her true nature calls for someone to lean on emotionally.
By night, Mika is a different person. Homework becomes a little less important. Partying goes up on her list and her favorite things are often frowned upon. She is still responsible while partying. For example, if she's drunk she'll call a cab instead of drive home. She is sometimes over careful when out, which causes frustration with her friend.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's MUTT and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about nine years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by PM. i'm also in the mountain time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, none!

James had visited Detroit. Not because he wanted to, but because he knew his dad had nobody to abuse but his mother. And James loved his mom to let it get too far. He had taken a flight, planning two weeks out of school with a broken rib and missing a tooth, welcoming more beatings from his father. For his mothers sake. He rarely ate because it hurt to chew. He refused to see a dentist and refused the painkillers the hospital had given him, though sometimes would take one. The flight was fairly easy. It was snowing heavily in Detroit, and every mile closer to his house only made him tremble more in anxiety. He stepped out of the taxi and immediately noticed his mothers car wasn't in the driveway. It concerned him. She was usually home this time of day, and he usually made her stay home. James walked to the door and knocked once, opening it up to see the house was empty.

For the three days James was there, he had found out his mother had died from trauma to the brain and chest. Her funeral had already passed and his father had sold all of her things. James had become furious of this, and he lost his temper. James had gone to his dad in the kitchen, and while his dad's back was turned to him, James puffed out his chest and told his dad he had been with a man since he got to Jersey and had never been happier in all his life. His dad freaked and, James didn't know he had it or he wouldn't have said anything. His dad turned and threw a pot of boiling water on James. It hit everything between his belly button and knee's. James yelled in pain and ran outside into the snow. He didn't stop there, though. He ran down the block to the graveyard and lay beside his mothers grave for around in hour in the snow, belly down. The smell of the fresh mound of soil over her coffin was that of mud. It was cold, and sent chills through James to think his mother was there. It was soothing, but James couldn't help but lose a few tears. His mother was gone. And it was because of him.

After dark, James had made his way into the house. His dad was out drinking, luckily. He grabbed all of his things and hailed a taxi, going to the airport. He had texted Dorian about his mother, and told him he was coming home. The flight home wasn't any better. He had gotten on the plane, and just before take off a young woman with her baby sat in the chair beside him. He weakly smiled at the mom, but couldn't bear it when she started playing with her baby. James had never had a family that would hold him or cradle him that way. He didn't know families kissed each other and held each other until after he left his house at the age of nineteen. He watched the mother kiss her baby for a minute before tuning and looking out the window with tears in his eyes.

Once the plane touched down, James felt like running home and just laying on a bed of ice. His body burned and his clothes rubbed against the burns unforgivingly. Because he only had a carry on, he didn't even look at the baggage claim. He sighed, buying a bottled water from the vending machine before looking for Dorian. It was times like this his height was useful. He overlooked the crowd of bustling people, but didn't find anyone who looked even close to Dorian.