Mik Yaghoobian

Just an angry broken man //28// Carnie at Neverland - The Pier *Associated w/ the-disney-pier RP*

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

The change in posture and attitude of the man beside him shouldn’t have surprised him, yet it did. Hayden was an insidious presence; seemingly harmful until he finds something to take offense with. Mik just nodded in agreement, wanting to feel a small sliver of relief, but was too intimidated to relax just yet. Taking a deep drag of his cigarette before holding his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t mean anything by it, man. Just wanted to... settle some facts is all. No biggie.”

Mik scoffed softly at the offer, trying to sound as casual as possible and failing miserably at it, “Nah, it just reminds me of a lot of trouble. Trouble I don’t need, and that can stay the fuck away from me.” His hazel eyes scanning the other wearily, “My guy, relax. I’m honestly the least of your problems. If I wanted to do anything against you or your little peep-show here, I would have already done it. Concrete shoes don’t mean nothin’ to me, anyway.”

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

🔮 - My muse offers to help yours to decorate, does your muse accept the offer? @finn-rider

Mik had been having a hell of a time trying to get the cheap strings of Halloween lights up around the windows of his apartment. Nearly wishing he had an extra arm just to keep things straightened out without the plastic fixtures sagging or falling into his face. Frustration was evident as he stomped his foot childishly and growled at the intimate objects causing him such grief. A semi-familiar voice calling out a question behind him had Mik nearly jump out of his skin as he turned toward the apparent intruder.

Visibly relaxing as he indeed recognized the voice, “Ah, if it isn’t flirty barman. Swooping in to save the night once more, I take it? It would be peachy if you could just hold one end of these so I can tack them up properly.”

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

Scoffing softly at the man’s ridiculous example, forcing a smile and nodding his thanks as he gingerly plucked a lone cigarette from the pack. “I suppose it would be to some. Silence is a killer, though,” Mik retorted.

Standing there dumbly with the cigarette hanging out of his lips as he patted his jacket pockets for his lighter, grumbling as he accepted the lighter as well. Wasting no time and lighting the cigarette in order to hurriedly hand back the item, drinking in the feel of the warm burning sensation to soothe his nerves. Taking a chance glance toward the tall refined man, Mik shrugged, “There’s always something. Decided to explore a bit because I didn’t feel like going back to the apartment. It...” He petered off, not knowing how else to explain his situation to someone he assumed wouldn’t understand. Swatting away at the air as if to expel the thoughts, “It just doesn’t feel like home yet, I guess. I do have a question, though.”

Mik met the man’s gaze, and for a moment Mik felt absolutely naked. As if this man’s stare could view his tainted soul. Keeping his voice even once he was finally able to ask, “Do you know if the... workers here just dance or are they forced to do more? If you catch my drift, I mean.” The lump in his throat was threatening to choke him, he couldn’t bear saying the words aloud, all he could think of was how horrid he would feel for the dancers if the worst-case scenario in Mik’s mind was true.

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

Mik raised a thick brow as the man’s insinuation, scoffing quietly to himself at the obvious ego his company was throwing about. Nodding politely as he took the drink from the barkeep, taking a cursory sip to make sure there really was no alcohol present. Content with the juice cocktail, Mik rested his chin against his palm as he retorted, “Oh? Well, I’ll keep that in mind for future reference. Also, what makes you think I’m a virgin?”

His careful smile started to dissipate as the barman made jabs at his appearance. It wasn’t an uncommon situation for Mik to be in, but the obvious assumptions made him wish that they were the case for his situation. Swirling the liquid in his glass around as he sighed, “No, it’s not that simple. I write but only for myself, so I can’t say I’m an artist of any kind. I’m happily single as well, and thank the moon and stars for that.” 

Mik played it up with a fake pout, crossing his arms and leaning in over the counter. “What’s wrong with the way I dress? Y’know, I could say the same about you. The smoky eye look is very fashionable right now, and it seems like you’ve jumped on that bandwagon wholeheartedly. In all honesty, you seem to be more cut out as a salesman rather than a bartender. Is this just something you do on your off days, or?” He purposefully kept the last question open-ended, wanting to see exactly the sort of person he was dealing with. 

[of-pinned-wings]

It had been raining for a good long few days, he supposed it was needed, sustainability and all, but it made business slow and boring. This afternoon was the first break in the rain and it seemed to be holding for the meantime. He’d spent the last few hours looking out the window from his office in the club, the edges of it fogging due to the abnormally warm interior. Grabbing his suit jacket he threw it on rather haphazardly, not bothering to do it up as he pinched a cigarette from his desk and rather quickly made his way outside. 

Inhaling deeply he loved the smell of fresh rain, that mixed with the sea was one of the many things he adored about the Pier. The sea had turned a greyish blue in the misery of the wet weather, but now that it was over with, patrons and staff of all sorts were coming out of the woodwork to enjoy the air after being cooped up inside. Leaning against the still very damp railing, overlooking the water, he lifted the lighter, inhaling deeply once again, but this time filling his lungs with the toxic smoke. Running a hand through his hair he felt the wood give every so slightly beside him, not bothering to look across, just enjoying the view for a moment longer. “Enjoying the fresh air?”

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

Having a rare day off gave Mik time that he didn’t know what to do with, and he had been wandering around the Strip area and beyond for hours. He was taking the time to explore a few places he avoided like the plague, and had decided to take the plunge and step foot inside of the most popular club on the Strip. Finding himself growing hot in his oversized jacket and casting his eyes toward the floor beneath him to give the dancers unnecessary privacy. Attempting to will away the anxious thoughts banging around in his mind, and finding it difficult to block out the skin-crawling thoughts of what people like those girls go through every night.

As soon as he found an opening Mik made a mad dash for the glass doors, uncaring that it wasn’t exactly a clean escape once he realized it was a smoker’s balcony. He pointedly ignored the other body leaning against the weathered railings as he enjoyed the cool ocean air. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, fighting down the taste of the bile as he tried to relax. Sighing as he heard a question being pointed his way, he shrugged lazily, “I’m trying to, but some noise pollution is giving me a problem at the moment.”

Finally casting a glance toward the man, once he felt he could contain himself, Mik continued, “You don’t seem to like the fresh air too much, by the looks of it. Do you mind if I nab one off you?”

[finn-rider]

Another day at The Snugly Duckling, another shift, another drink served. Lately Gothel seemed to have been scheduling him for double so he was seeing a lot of the regular crowd. Most were totally fine, but some would struggle to handle their 12 pint and often needed help out of the door.

At the minute the bar wasn’t too busy, a few tables filled and a soft twilight streaming in through the windows. He’d just finished putting away a tray of clean glasses when, like a sixth sense, he felt someone walk up to the bar. Without skipping a beat, he threw the towel over his shoulder and flashed a smile

“Now, what can I get you tonight?”

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

It had been a long day and a seemingly longer shift at work for Mik. After attempting to get comfortable at his new living space he abandoned the idea in favor of attempting to find a way to stay awake as long as possible. Walking the strip and ducking into the first open bar he saw, and made a beeline to the quieter bar area away from the bustling dancefloor. Before Mik could be seated the barman had acknowledged his presence. Brows raised slightly as he processed the words and tone of the man and finally settling on playing nicely, for now.

Sitting down and making himself at home while he returned the favor with a sly teasing grin, “Well aren’t you a charmer. I’m sure the ladies melt after you’ve graced them with your attention. I’d like a bloody mary, if you’d be so kind. Oh, and make her a virgin.”

[mayaofthemoon]

Belle sat outside the cafe, a double shot mocha in front of her along with a banana and some toast. She’d left her apartment early, not wanting to listen to the noise from the place above hers. For whatever reason, she’d passed a restless night and didn’t want to start off her day in a bad temper.  Dealing with the public could be painful enough - no way did she need to make things worse.  Thus the early morning with coffee, chocolate, and food.

And a book naturally.

Sipping at her drink, she proceeded to get caught up in a new mystery novel.  Not usually her type, she admitted, but for this series she made an exception.  She enjoyed following the life stories of the characters and thought she’d have a chance to get at least a couple of chapters read before going to work.

Now if only the world would cooperate… 

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

Mik rubbed the heel of his palm across his puffy eyes, the night prior had not been kind to him and he held a shaky hope the hot tea he purchased would help. Shifting his bag strap awkwardly as he searched in vain for an empty table to sit at, a slight frown tugging at the corner of his lip as he approached the only empty chair at the cafe’s window table. He was thankful that the free space only had one other seat beside it, but it would mean he had to at least interact with the woman currently enjoying her space. 

Standing there dumbly for a few moments, rocking on his feet before building enough courage to try and get the young woman’s attention.

“Excuse me, but uh... Do you mind?” he asked as he gestured meekly to the empty seat.

[rayelledisneypier-blog]

Painting a realistic sword shouldn't be as difficult as this, why is it taking me so long? Rayelle sighed, looking at the new prop she was asked to make. She'd painted a few swords before and sure, this one wasn't particularly ugly, but it lacked something so far. The metallic paint was in place, the handle was decent, but... something was still too plain in her opinion, except she couldn't put her finger on what.

Maybe a little break wouldn't hurt? Or perhaps someone around the Pier could give her a second opinion?

After ten more minutes of analyzing the sword, with one more sigh, Rayelle left the paint brush on the table, before washing her hands. She knew it was time for a snack whenever she hit a deadend in an artistic process. Not forgetting her previous ideas, she took a picture of her work and pocketed her phone. Who knows, maybe she'd find someone else from the Crafters team?

Fixing her hair a bit, she began to hunt down for a snack, taking a walk around the Pier.

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

Mik drug his feet as he meandered around the bodies through the Neverland attraction. Tugging his oversized jacket over his work uniform while he hurriedly exited the attraction, trying to avoid bringing attention to himself as he made his escape. His gaze was fixed so intently on the ground he failed to avoid a collision with another person who suddenly crossed his path. Awkwardly stumbling in order to keep some semblance of balance as Mik turned to catch the offending person, fully intending to give them hell before his resolve crumbled in the face of a young woman. 

The annoyance didn’t completely dissipate as he grumbled, “You should watch where you’re going. Where are you headin’ in such a hurry? Is something on fire?”

[pajagan-deactivated20191009]

Jagan had spent the entirety of last night upgrading a portion of his surveillance system, trying to go mobile with it. Therefore, this morning he had made his way out of the pier, as far as he possibly could from his system to test it out. The man sat down on the edge of the doc and began to fiddle with the settings. Eventually, he was able to see one of his latest finds much clearer than he had hoped. A smile spread onto his face until he noticed a presence besides him. Trying not to jump, he quickly swiped the app off of his phone and looked up. “You know it really is quite rude to sneak up on someone like that,” he told them.

[bowlerhatmik-blog]

Mik was out for a much-needed walk, wanting to be well away from the confines of his empty room. It had grown into a routine since he’s left the hospital all those years ago. Waking up much earlier than expected due to the incessant night terrors left him exhausted, and agitated. Walking along his usual route with a cigarette clutched lazily between his fingers he spied an unusual figure lurking at the end of the docks. Paying no mind to the man as he approached the edge purposefully, taking the occasional drag as he stopped beside the man while he watched for the morning ships and sailboats.  

Quirking a brow at the stranger’s voice as he exhaled the smoke from his nose. Clearing his throat before he responded, “Me? A rude sneak? Well, I suppose I’ve been called worse things. You look like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar, though. You waiting for a trick or sumthin’?”

[bowlerhatmik-old]

Mik Yaghoobian - Character Playlist

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Tove Styrke - Boarderline Panic at the Disco - This is Gospel Billy Talent - This Suffering Alan Walker - Sing Me to Sleep Blue October - Wire Through My Cheek Imagine Dragons - Warriors Korn - Falling Away From Me Lady Gaga - Million Reasons

Made for @the-disney-pier RP

[bowlerhatmik-old]

A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.

Mik Yaghoobian - aesthetic