Mykul

Mitch pushed open the double doors of the hospital and walked out into the cool night air. the day had gone by quickly. he gingerly felt the bruises on his face; whinced in pain. [I]i just got beat by a queer.[/I] he thot to himself as he walked through the parking lot and out into the street. Mitch had never felt lower in his life. and he knew what he had to do. walking briskly and purposefully, Mitch headed in the direction of the basketball courts. he needed to go back into the woods, he had left something there; something he meant to make use of. the emotion in Mitch's chest was overwhelming. he felt humiliation from the beating he had recieved, guilt from shooting shaun, guilt from not checking on his cousin while he was badly hurt, and a feeling of hurt. hurt because now, at this moment, no one cared about him. no one cared about his feelings about everything going on now. they wouldnt care enough to look for him once they notice how long he was missing. Mitch had no home and nobody, and planned on ending his life on that note. Mitch was back in the woods now, the same clearing where he had seen jake almost die. and there it was, the police hadnt found it. lying in a bush was his Mitch's small 22 pistol, and a check of the clip showed plenty of bullets left. [I]but its not like im gonna miss...[/I] Mitch thot to himself as he snapped the clip back into the handle.

OOC: jamie, its cool. you beat me great! thank you!

mitch stared at the cold white floor of the hospital, head between his knees. everything was tuned out, he couldnt hear alexis's sobs, nor could he hear TJ's words of consolation. Mitch only heard one thing, one voice running through his mind as he sat on the bench in the waiting room. [I]I shot him...[/I] mitch rose from his seat and straightened his back. he knew what he had to do. "hey," he said quietly and calmly to alexis and TJ. "im going to check on shaun. ill be right back." TJ looked as if he'd like to come along, but Mitch shot him a "you stay here with her" look and went on his way. he left the waiting room and started down a hall to another ER. of course he couldnt have let TJ come with him. if he had, TJ would have found out that Mitch was the one who shot Shaun. [I]TJ seems like a genuinely good guy, but hes still a cop. and me, right now im lower than scum. i shot a man trying to save his friend. i am scum.[/I] Mitch continued walking untill he reached the double doors to shaun's room. he stared through the glass window and saw that shaun was resting; Mitch was ok to go in. Mitch pushed open both doors and began to slowly aproach Shaun's bed. with every step closer, Mitch could see more clearly the bloodstained bandage covering half of shaun's bare torso, could see the look of pained sleep etched on shaun's face. the doors behind mitch bursted violently open, and there was a cry of fury from whoever had just entered the room. mitch turned to see who had entered, but just as his turn was half complete the attacker's airborn body collided with him. both men tumbled to the ground. OOC: Imric is attacking me. btw, shooting shaun was an accident.

OOC:ok im just posting to say i dont think the next person to write should kill jacob or Shaun in their post, but thats just me and you dont have to listen. if no one posts by like 9 or 10 i will.

OOC: thanks much to shaun for leaving me out of that scene. thanks much to jake for pulling me back in. sry ive been gone, but my computer was in the shop. IC: Mitch weaved and ducked amidst the hail of fists. [I]Fuck this shit![/I] he thought to himself as he avoided an unusually meaty fist that was hurling straight at his head. there were so many people here that he could barely tell who was trying to hit who. he danced back a few paces to survey the battlefield and saw Jacob and Alexis rush off into the woods. [I]theyre going after that devin kid. o well, not my fight.[/I] an enormous arm swung like a branch in the wind and knocked mitch onto his back. his faceless attacker leered above him, only to be tackled down by one of spence's boys. [I]on second thought, ill take that fight. [/I] mitch picked himself up and ran in the general direction he had seen Jacob and Alexis enter the woods. Mitch ran until he reached a clearing. he stopped dead in his tracks. jacob was on the ground, bleeding profusely all over his body. four men, including the one called Eddie, stood over him laughing. in their fun, the thugs hadnt noticed Mitch run into the clearing. eddie brought up his foot and laid it down on jake's chest, then began to push down hard. Jacob sputtered and coughed, spraying blood and spit on Eddie's shoe. [I]This is incredible.[/I] Mitch thought to himself in disbelief. [I]Not one of these tough guys is packin. man this is a weird country.[/I] he reached into his pants and pulled out the small 22 pistol he had carried with him ever since he was 15. growing up in the slums of steel city had taught him something. just then Imric and Shaun crashed through the other side of the clearing. "Jacob!" shaun yelled as he rushed to the aid of his friend. Mitch decided to take matters into his own hands. he stepped out from behind the branch that had been hiding him from view and shot a round into the air. it rang like a bolt of lighting and then the forest fell silent. "NEXT MOTHER FUCKER TO MOVE IS GETTING FUCKING DEALT WITH!" Mitch yelled at the top of his voice. [I]i love america.[/I] OOC: i love america! :love:

Jacob and TJ walked over to Time Crisis 3 and picked up the two guncons. "oh how rude of me. did you want to...?" TJ held out the gun to Mitch. "oh no, you two go ahead. id rather watch anyway!" mitch walked closer to the machine so he could see and folded his arms across his chest. he watched with intrest as the game started up. TJ and Jacob blasted their way through level after level. Mitch was a very good spectator; whistling and going "woah!" at all the right times. after beating both Time Crisis and Jurassic Park, the guys decided they had killed off enogh money and brain cells. they strolled back to jake's house and got on some ball playing clothes. "are you guys sure you want me on your team?" asked Mitch skeptically. "im a runner, not a ball player." "listen mitch, as long as you're living under my roof, you're on our team for any and everything." Jacob said, clapping Mitch on the back. "oh crap." said TJ with an alarmed expression. "we almost forgot to invite the others!" he smacked himself on the forehead and ran for the phone. after 5 minutes worth of jabber, it was aranged that alexis, imric, and sean would meet Mitch, TJ, and Jacob at the basketball court in 20 minutes. "alright men, lets get a move on. we can get some extra shooting around in before the others get there." and with that the three of them headed out the door.

Mitchel stood on jacob's porch, not wanting to ring the doorbell. he had heard the phone ringing, so he decided to let whoever was talking finish their convorsation. after waiting in the cool night air for 5 minutes, Mitchel plucked up his nerve and poked the button to the right of the door. jacob answered 10 seconds later. "may i help you?" jacob asked politely. "hi there." said mitchel as he put out his hand for jacob to shake. "im mitchel, your cousin from america. pleased to meet you." Jacob smiled and gave mitchel's hand a firm shake. "hey, how are you! weve been waiting for you." and with that he ushered mitchel inside and took one of the suitcases he carried. "come on, ill show you upstairs. youll be sleeping on my floor while we get the guest room ready. any problems with that?" "not a one." mitchel stated. he followed jacob into the house and upstairs to his room, where he plopped down all of his bags. he then had a look around. "whos the pretty girl?" mitchel asked, pointing to a large picture of Alexis hanging by jacob's bed. "oh her..." stammered jacob. he was turning a bit red and there was a dreamy smile on his face. "thats my fiance." he seemed to relishs these words as they escaped his lips. mitchel raised his eyebrows in suprise. [I]what have i gotten myself into?[/I] he thought to himself.

Name: Mitchel Svaboda Age: 17 Appearance: 5' 11". thin and muscular. black hair with long bangs. always wears asics shoes, cargo shorts, and a plain black and white Tshirt. Bio: Mitchel was born in Pittsburgh, Pennslyvannia. when he was very young, his father (who was a runner to the core) would take little mitchel on runs with him. mitchel would always get tired and walk, and his dad would run ahead without him. mitchel hated running. then one day mitchel's father was killed in a car accident, and from that day on mitchel made a promise to himself to be what his father had always wanted him to be, he would be a runner. years later, when mitchel was 17, he had achieved most of his amateur running goals. he was even ranked number 3 in all america for the 1600 meter run. but his life wasnt meant to run so smoothly, and mitchel was emancipated from his mother's house on the grounds that she was an alcholic. having no family in america anymore, Mitchel was sent to live with his second cousin Jacob. OOC: jake aproved my post guys, its ok. please dont hurt me. this is my first signup ever, so again dont hurt me.