Michigan, Nicki

[Nicki Burne Michigan]

NICKI MICHIGAN
sing it for the ones
that'll hate your guts

NICKNAMES: Nick, Pikachu, Pika
GENDER: Male
ANIMAL: American Pika
SEXUALITY: Questioning
AGE: Fifteen
GRADE: Ninth (Freshman)
OCCUPATION: Student
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

LIKES

• Singing
  
• Debating
  
• Writing
  
• Reading
  
• Comfort food
  
• Hiking
  
• Antiques
  
• Collections
  
• Dying his hair
  

DISLIKES

• Bullies
  
• Silence
  
• Large crowds of people
  
• Vegetables
  
• Messes
  
• Tangles
  
• Being embarrassed
  

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Well... I guess I could tell you a bit about myself. I mean, no one is going to read this, right...? You should probably be able to tell by now, but... I'm kind of shy. I don't make friends easily, but, you know, that goes away when I sing or debate. I'm really friendly and energetic when I'm doing something I love, but when I'm not I tend to keep to myself. It's part of the shift animal, you know? They're pretty solitary. It's kind of sad, when you think about it. Speaking of sad things, I tend to cry easily. Whether I'm reading something sad or someone offended me... or something. It embarrasses me, so don't tell anyone this, or I'll hunt you down and-... Oh, sorry. I get mad easily, too. I'm not very good at physical fighting, or anything, but when I'm in a bad mood I can be downright rude. So sorry in advance if I offend you, 'kay?

When I'm comfortable in a situation, I talk a lot. My mouth kind of just runs and runs and all sorts of stuff comes out. That doesn't happen often though, and I never tell my friends' secrets or anything. I'm pretty loyal, if I know you well enough. But, I mean, during the first stages of friendship I normally distance myself... I have trouble showing people I care. A lot of people don't like that, so I don't have many friends... I'm hoping that'll change, you know? The thing to watch out for is that I have a lot of mood swings. I just kind of change from happy and talkative to shy and quiet in just a few seconds. I don't even know what causes it, but... whatever. That's pretty much all. Anything else you wanna ask?

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

Er... well... are you sure you won't tell anyone this? Pinky promise? Cross your heart and hope to die? Thanks, interview person!

- When he was younger, he was diagnosed with cyclothymia, a mild version of Bi-Polar Disorder. It's faded over the years with medical help, but the remnants are what cause his mood swings.

OOC

YOUR NAME: Vince
YOUR GENDER: Male
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
FACE CLAIM: Kim Jaejoong
RP EXAMPLE:

[Lotsa words... I normally do less than this]

Justice sat on one of the hospital cots, staring blankly ahead at the blindingly white wall and clutching his head with one hand. The shaking and the crying had stopped, but he still had a killer headache, and he felt like he had just been beaten up. Well, it was kind of odd to say that without explaining the reason, but Justice didn't feel like telling any of the nurses what had happened to cause his panic attack. He had been in the library, reading a science book and it had just... happened. Maybe it was thinking too much about the math books piled up on either side of his chair, and with the books came all those numbers... the ones that couldn't be turned prime, and then it had just happened. He was on the floor and he couldn't see and his brain hurt like hell, like spiders were crawling across it. Well, Justice knew that the brain didn't have any nerve endings, so in a factual sense, spiders crawling on it wouldn't hurt. A nurse came up to him an offered him some type of pain medicine, but he just shook his head slightly and went back to staring at the wall. It hurt to move or talk, so he wouldn't do either of them.

It surprised him how strong the nurses were these days. When he had first come to Lucid Manor, they had just seemed like wimpy little fashion models in high heels and scrubs, but now he knew differently. He, in fact, had been lucky that one had been in the library, otherwise he might have lay there for hours with his brain exploding in little zaps of color, unable to find the will to move. But by some miracle, the nurse had managed to pick up the one hundred forty-four pound patient and carry him to the hospital wing, which he was still embarrassed about. He hadn't been picked up since he was a very young child, and it felt odd to know that he had been moved by some woman that was probably lighter than him. He couldn't remember it very well, seeing as he had been sort of huddled up in his own head, but he knew he had been set down on a bed, and to be set down you had to be above the bed first, which kind of pointed to the fact that someone had been carrying him. For all he knew, it could have been one of the man-nurses that was now wandering around the wing, but for some reason Justice just assumed that it was female.

He sighed and closed his eyes, wanting to lay down but knowing that if he did one of the nurses would inject him with drugs to put him to sleep, and he hated being vulnerable like that. So he would just wait out the pain and stare blankly at the wall until it went away. Justice took a deep breath through his nose, ignoring the screaming from somewhere down the hallway. The other patients were always getting into fights of some sort of another, so it didn't bother him that much. At least, the fact that someone was fighting didn't bother him, but the noise did. He sighed again and focused on zoning out, retreating into his mind and ignoring his senses. It worked, and by the time that he returned to the world, the nurses were getting pretty active. He turned to look at the door (having been occupying a bed in the corner, and therefore staring at the wall that would show him absolutely nothing that was going on in the hospital wing), his expressionless and dead eyes staring blankly at the young girl being carried in. Both her arms had deep slashes and her neck was nicked, so he assumed that she was the source of the screaming he had heard earlier.

The medium profile sighed again and called a stray nurse over, asking in a quiet voice if he could leave yet. She hesitantly nodded, and Justice guessed that she hadn't been working here too long, as the experienced nurses normally never let patients out until they had done all the little tests to make sure that they were alright. He had almost reached the door when he stopped, latching his hand around the door frame for a little extra support and turning around to look quizzically at the girl now attached to multiple wires and an oxygen mask. He had seen her a few times in the hallway, walking with one of Ryker's other patients that he hadn't hit off with too well. A bit of his brain was wondering what her story was, but the majority of the part that wasn't still attempting to calm down just wanted to manipulate her, to learn more about Sid. A little smirk played across his lips, and he walked over to sit on the cot next to her, informing the nurse that he just needed his head to calm down more before he would leave. It was true, too, so there was no need for his doctor to get upset about lying. His head still hurt like hell, but Justice was getting better at ignoring it. He blinked, resting his chin on his palm and watching her face, waiting for her to wake up.

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[NOCTURNAL NINI]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, nicki!
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