Micky Green

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Hello again! C back to introduce my second bean, Michelle “Micky” Green!

name: michelle “micky” renee green age: 42 birthdate: august 8, 1979 astrological sign: leo trope: the sage gender: trans female sexuality: pansexual relationship status: single (divorced) hometown: atlanta, ga occupation: cosmetologist major: business administration clubs and extracurriculars: book club parents: mary and josiah green birth order/siblings: only child positive traits: +wise, +understanding, +mature, +compassionate, +charitable, +loyal, +honest, +creative negative traits: -insecure, -closed off, -impatient

bio:

Michelle Renee Green was born in Atlanta, Georgia to Mary and Josiah Green on August 8, 1979. Born and perceived by the world as a boy, Micky struggled throughout her childhood with coming to grips with who she was, as well as understanidng that in a place like Atlanta, and in a family like hers, acceptance wasn’t something she’d find easily. From a young age, she always wanted and sought her family’s approval, wanting nothing more than to make them proud as their only child. While her family wasn’t poor by any means, they didn’t live a lavish or luxurious lifestyle. Her father, Josiah, owned and operated a farm which Micky and her mother were expected to help maintain and keep running smoothly. It was his farm business- milking, producing various meats, eggs, and vegetables- that kept the family afloat and in a comfortable spot monetarily. 

Though Micky loved working with the animals and enjoyed the look of accomplishment and pride in her parents’ eyes when she completed her chores or overcame a particularly difficult task, she couldn’t help but to feel out of place. Each week with her allowance, she’d sneak down to the General Store and purchase the latest fashion magazines and the newest shades of eyeshadow and lipstick, hiding them in various spots around her room to enjoy when no one was looking. She’d dream of one day being and living as her authentic self. 

School was always something Micky excelled at, another positive tick on her chart to make her parents proud. As a family, they’d dream of the day that Micky would take over the farm, and turn the business into something more than they could’ve imagined. At first, she played along, pushing her dreams of working within the world of hair, makeup, and fashion to the side. She played the part she was expected to play perfectly, while crying at night out of desperation, praying she’d find a way to reconcile who she was with who she was expected to be. 

Micky’s  mother ran a small side-business out of their home, working as a seamstress to make, hem, and patch various garments and articles of clothing for people in their town. Always having been close to her mother- closer than with her father, despite how desperately she sought his approval- Micky was 15 when she asked her mother to teach her to sew. If Mary found the request odd she didn’t show it, and soon Micky was adding projects and jobs of her own to her mother’s business. When she was 17, Micky gathered up the courage to tell her mother that she thought she might like boys as well as girls, testing the waters for how she’d react to the full truth, should it ever come out. Mary was shocked, though if her heart was shattered she hid it well. She acknowledged the confession with a slight nod, and the two never spoke of it again. 

When the time came for graduation from high school and choosing a life path, Micky had reached a point in her life in which she was tired of hiding everything about herself and who she was. She’d worked hard for 18 years to make sure her parents approved of everything she did, though moving into adulthood she wanted more than anything to explore who she was meant to become. Enrolling in a Cosmetology Program, she waited until the day before she was to move into the dorms to tell her parents her plans. Mary, wise as she was, did not seem shocked, though she remained silent as Josiah screamed, yelled, and made his absolute displeasure known. This didn’t deter Micky, though she moved herself in the very next morning...Alone. 

College was an amazing time for Micky, and was where she finally felt safe and comfortable enough to begin exploring herself and who she really was. She excelled in her classes, passed every test with flying colors, and was happier than she’d ever been. Approximately six months into her studies, she met a man- another student, James Parker, who she immediately fell head over heels for. He seemed sweet, caring, and genuine, and he was interested in Micky for who she truly was. The pair quickly began dating. A year later, Micky officially changed her name to Michelle. Two years after that, when Micky was 21, the two were married. 

Things within the Parker household seemed like a dream, and at first they were. Though, only a few short years into the marriage, things began to sour a bit. The two became distant, a gap that only grew wider over the next 20 years of marriage. By the time Micky filed for divorce, a flood of secrets and hard truths about her marriage and who her husband really was had come to light, in the most hateful of ways possible. Not only had James been cheating on her for years, but she found out that he’d been gossiping about her behind her back, speaking poorly of her and tarnishing her name and reputation. It turned out that those hateful, disgusting comments he’d been making to her in private had permeated the walls of their home, leaking into the real world and costing Micky everything she’d known. 

Once the divorce was finalized, Micky knew she needed a fresh start. Picking up as many pieces as she could, she moved out to Colorado, a place she’d always admired for its beauty. Finding a house to rent, she adopted two dogs- Stanley and Priscilla, a Great Dane and French Bulldog- and began rebuilding her life. After some consideration, she decided to follow her lifelong dream of opening her own salon- something she’d often talked about with James, who never failed to shut her down, and tell her the million and one reasons why she wouldn’t ever be able to do so. Realizing she needed more education to pursue her dream, Micky enrolled in Greendale to earn a Business degree, to help her in her pursuits of owning a salon. She’s slowly picking up the pieces of her life, doing her best to make a fresh start and move on from the hell she was trapped in for so long. 

Wanted Connections: -Study Group -People to ‘mentor’- a friend group to take under her wing -Other book enthusiasts -Other cosmetology students -Romantic/FWB connection -A best friend/confidante

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dyldavis​:

“sorry, sorry!” dylan jogged over to the other quickly. “sorry i’m late. i had to make a point to the swim coach that the tan/translucent looking swim caps they bought for us totally looked like if a bald cap and condom had a baby. takes ‘swimmers’ to a whole new meaning.. im sorry, that was crude.” the blonde chuckled, shaking her head as she finally sat down next to the other. “i thought it would take yanno like five minutes until they turned it into a twenty minute lecture on how grateful we should be that they bought us new ones… like i told them, im wearing the black one that makes me feel like katie ledecky.” dylan took a glance over at the other’s face to take a cue of how they were taking her whole story. “but anyway,” she began, “enough about my ‘eventful’ day.” @comfortcrowdstarters​

Micky’s eyebrows raised and her jaw fell open slightly. She took in a breath, beginning to say something but suddenly being unable to formulate an appropriate sentence. Nodding slowly, she did her best to take in all of what the girl was saying. As a cosmetologist, Micky was used to keeping up with all sorts of timbres, tones, and talking speeds, but this one was something else. Blinking rapidly, she shook her head as she caught up with everything. “Well, that was a lot to unpack. It sounds like you’ve had quite the afternoon. No worries, it seems you were having quite the important discussion. And, if the visuals I’m getting are anywhere close to reality, one that needed to be had.” Chuckling, Micky crossed one leg over the other, pulling her notebook and pen from her bag. “I can’t believe we already have homework, though  suppose I shouldn’t be entirely surprised. How are you feeling about your classes thus far, sug?”

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jacobelchior​:

“You’re a life saver.” He offered up a friendly smile in thanks, already sliding into the empty seat across from her. The Greendale cafeteria was a minefield of probable chaos; on any given day, there was no telling what might go down. Wacky trip and fall spills, impromptu (and usually dramatic) announcements, or even the occasional flash mob – Jacob was still reeling from the one that he’d witnessed last spring during his first year of teaching, because, well… wasn’t 2020 a little late for that trend? It was usually crowded, too, but he thought it was worth it for the atmosphere alone. “It’s always good to get involved,” he encouraged genuinely, nodding along while pulling at the plastic wrap surrounding his sandwich. “Get out there, shake things up. And I am! I actually started up one of the newer clubs, but we have a very intense vetting process.” Looking back across the table to the other, it was obvious by the look on Jacob’s face that he wasn’t serious in the least. He was still smiling, eyebrows lifting slightly as he hinted, “It comes down to these two very important questions: can you count to thirty? and, what are your feelings on coffee?”

Micky grinned at the man, shifting in her seat a bit. “I’m glad to hear that, I told myself we wouln’t lose anyone today. It looks like so far, I’m batting 1,000.” Chuckling, she slid her half-empty tray aside, reaching into her bag to produce a bottle of water. The crowd buzzed around them, the cafeteria alight with movement, excitement, and first-day chatter. Despite the nerves she’d felt that morning, Micky found herself feeding off the energy of her schoolmates, excitement building within herself at the prospect and promise the year would hold. “You know, 24 hours ago I would’ve argued that just being here was me ‘getting out there’. However, after only two classes and half a lunch break, I’m realizing I may need to up the ante.” Crossing her legs, Micky laughed at herself, her head tipping back as her smile reached her eyes. Curiosity piqued at the mention of the new club, she leaned forward a bit, putting her weight on her elbows. “Now you’ve got my attention, especially with those questions. I can count to thirty most days, if that counts for anything. As far as coffee goes, I’ve often wondered if an IV coffee drip would be the most impossible thing. I have to wonder, though, what the two have to do with each other.”

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valford​:

╰ㅤ🍒ㅤㅤㅤstarterㅤㅤ⸻ㅤㅤopen   /   @comfortcrowdstarters​​ㅤ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐘  𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃    wasn’t  thriving  at  greendale  community  college  was  a  misuse  of  information.    if  there  was  anything  the  blonde  gossip  despised  more  than  misused  information ,    it  was  a  lack  thereof.    her  gossip  blog  had  begun  its  descent  upon  the  school  as  smoothly  as  planned ,    a  pink  fluffy  pen  behind  her  ear  as  she  stalked  the  hallways ,    like  an  apex  predator  searching  for  her  next  victim  ;    you’d  hear  her  before  you  saw  her  …    a  sudden  bird  on  your  shoulder  in  the  corridors  chirping  for  her  next  bite.    “   so  …   ”    pressing  forward  with  her  interrogation  of  her  poor  newfound  victim ,    valerie  leaned  against  the  rows  of  lockers ,    a  smirk  on  her  tinted  lips ,    “   word  around  campus  is  that  you  know  a  few  scandals  …    care  to  share  ?    i’ll  even  give  you  credit.   ”

“Excuse me?” Micky turned slowly, cocking her head slightly as she gave the girl standing in front of her a once-over. Although she’d heard what the other had said, she needed a moment to process it herself. “I’m not sure who’s word it is you’re speaking of, but they’re mistaken.” Shifting her weight onto one foot, Micky jutted her hip a bit, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Frankly, though, even if they were telling the truth, the last thing I have is loose lips.” Shaking her head slightly, Michelle took in a deep breath, sighing before continuing. “You should be cautious of who you ask about things like that. Especially when you have no real way to vet the information you’re being given, and even more so when people’s reputations are at stake. Though, that’s just a word of advice.”

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dannystfu​:

Normally, Danny was the one that had to be leveled headed. She ran her house and that was a lot with her siblings. So normally she had to act calm and rational but right now she was stressed and anything but calm. This was place was just psyching her out. Danielle let the woman’s calm tone ring in her ears as she swallowed a breath. “O-okay.” This was more for herself than the other women. “Wow..Okay I’m not that stupid I guess,” A small laugh fell from her lips as she tried to make a joke out of everything. She wanted to shake it all off and laugh it all. That’s who she was  after all. Make a joke about anything and that makes it okay. “A map? Fuck yes!” The words just slipped out without her thinking. Back home crude words were normal  as the word hat. “Sorry, shit…shit sorry again.. I mean let’s start  over I’m Danny the mess but hey can’t be gay without being a mess.” Now we have Danny making more jokes at herself but also not knowing when to just shut up.

Micky smiled softly as she watched Danny steady herself. “There you go, sweetie. Deep breaths. If you start getting too overwhelmed, focus on that. Do some breathing counts- in for four, out for four. I know that sounds cliche but trust me, it works.” Her voice was soft, yet confident, commanding the situation in a way that only someone who’d weathered nearly every anxiety life had to offer could. “You aren’t stupid sug, don’t even let that thought creep anywhere near that mind of yours. It’s the first day, going to college at all is an overwhelming. It’s a new environment, with tons of new faces and places. So no, you aren’t stupid by a long shot.” Michelle pulled her extra copy of the campus map from her folder, passing it to Danny with a nod. “Here you are, Danny. It’s great to meet you. I’m Michelle, but please call me Micky. You aren’t a mess, and you most definitely don’t need to worry about offending me with your language. Relax, honey. You’re doing just fine.” Reaching back into her bag, Micky pulled out a spare bottle of water, offering it to Danny. “What are you majoring in, honey?”

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crowleyexe​:

Let me ask you something , I’ve always wondered what it was about me that screams IT lady and not, You know, an actual scholarly professor. Is it the slenderman skin?

Professor Crowley, computery science teach. Nice meeting you, Mick. You here about the cooling system for the lab or what do you need to be hanging around the IT department for?

So, you aren’t in fact in the IT Department. Lovely. Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner cramming my stiletto into my mouth. Forgive me, Professor, I’m still learning who’s-who. I’ll get there eventually. I don’t think you necessarily scream IT lady, more that I’d apparently mistakenly assumed no student would be bold enough to ask a professor such a question. It seems that’s just me, though. I hate to ask, and at the risk of further blunders, but what is slenderman?

It’s nice to meet you too, Professor! Maybe I’ll find a way to fit one of your classes into my schedule, I’m still examining all my options. Rest assured, the pleasure is all mine. Actually, I was hoping to find someone to give me some recommendations on purchasing a laptop. I’m realizing my fossil of a desktop probably isn’t going to be the best for keeping up with things here, even if it does its online shopping job perfectly. Too perfectly, if you ask my bank account. 

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marshallfm​:

marshall was glad to be invited to a table and sat down happily. “hey, i’m marshall. oh, the clubs! super fun!” he said and nodded. “i am a cheerleader and i joined the fraternity, to get some more male friends. for once.” he said and chuckled. “i don’t know if it helps but… i kinda thought about joining glee club. i love to sing, but you know - it just doesn’t quite fit in with my schedule.” he told her as he started on his lunch.

Val smiled as Marshall settled in, eyebrows raising at the mention of the extracurriculars he’d chosen. “It’s nice to meet you, Marshall. I’m Michelle, but everyone calls me Micky. I may have said that already...” She commented with a chuckle in her voice. “I’ll be honest and say it has been one hell of a day, and it’s only half over. Anyway,” she paused, taking another sip of her drink. “Cheerleading and a fraternity? It sounds like you’re going to have a busy schedule! I admire that though, it’s great to see folkx with drive. I thought for all of two seconds about trying to pledge the campus sorority, but looking at the existing members I can’t help but to think my time might be better served offering to be their House Mother.” Tipping her head back slightly, Micky let out a quick, staccato laugh. “The Book Club, though, that seems like it could definitely be my speed. Glee Club sounds interesting, but if I’m being honest sug, I couldn’t carry a tune in the most gorgeous MK bag out there, much less a bucket. If they do any performances, though, I’ll be attending. So tell me, is this your first year at Greendale?”

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ramsesfm​:

ramses: the name is ramses, ma’am. welcome to snapchat! ramses: probably with lots of alcohol and hot guys. something like that - or anything with rainbows and drag queens, that’ll do too.

Micky: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ramses, but really no ma’am is needed. I’m old, not ancient sweetheart. Snapchat...I could get used to this. This is nice!

Micky: You know, that sounds like one hell of a good time. I haven’t been to a party like that in ages. If you find one, let a lady know. 

Micky: Are you a returning student, or new this year?

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After her first two classes had finished for the day, Micky found herself famished and in need of an afternoon pick-me-up. Once she’d gotten through the seemingly endless line in the cafeteria, she located an empty seat and made a beeline, practically throwing her bag down on the table to prevent anyone else from sliding in while she was getting situated. Once settled, Micky pulled a folder and pen from her bag, pulling the extracurriculars list from the folder and scanning the page as she took a forkful of her salad into her mouth. A flurry of movement in front of her caught her attention and she glanced up, swallowing her food and taking a quick drink before speaking. “These other two chairs are open, if you’re looking for a place to sit. I’m just looking over all these clubs and teams. I feel like I should get involved in something, I’m just not sure what. It has been some time since I’ve had to consider things like this. Are you involved in anything?”  @comfortcrowdstarters​

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dannystfu​:

Starting school at thirty-one was already embarrassing enough now add being lost on your first day at Community college. Normally, Danny wasn’t someone who was bothered to ask for directions. She’s rode the bus and the subway since she was nine alone and she didn’t get  a cell phone until late year. So, yes she asked for direction more times than she could count and she’s an account major. Yet, here at this place she was embarrassed and nervous about being lost. See the women didn’t feel like she belonged here. No. She was older than most students. She came from a very rough back ground and to top it all off she hadn’t been in school since she was seven teen. So, yes she felt like a fish out of water.  But she had to ask someone. So the women pushed all her nerves down, put on her best waitress smile and put back on that wall of thick skin she wore so well. “Hey.. excuse me or whatever but do you happen to know where auditing 101 is? I think it’s in the math building..” Her  voice  trailed off as she rocked back on the heels of her sneakers. “Shit..come on I can’t be late my first day please think.”

Open starter @comfortcrowdstarters​

After leaving her Intro to Business Administration class, Micky made her way to an empty bench under a shady tree, plopping herself down and pulling her schedule from her bag. She had twenty minutes before her next class was due to start, though she’d already made sure to locate the room when she’d arrived that morning. Feeling comfortable and confident in her understanding of how to get there, she decided to spend a few moments relaxing and taking in everything around her. It wasn’t long before she was approached, however, and from the moment she walked up Micky could sense the other woman’s stress radiating from her body. The woman’s tone and verbiage only added to her suspicions. Smiling, she looked up at the other, tipping her head just a bit. “Take a breath, sug, it’ll all be alright. You said you’re looking for the math building?” Turning to her left, Michelle raised a manicured hand and pointed to a nearby structure. “It’s that one, right over there.” Crossing her legs, she leaned back against the bench’s back, folding her hands in her lap. “See? You’re closer than you think. Do you need a map, sug?” Micky asked, certain she had an extra one on her. 

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ramsesfm​:

@comfortcrowdstarters​ // SNAPCHAT open to: all

ramses: guess who just arrived back on campus?  ( 1 min. later ) ramses: so, ready to celebrate my return?

Micky: I’m going to go out on a limb and assume it’s you, though I’m not sure who you are. Or how to work this...App. 

Micky: How were you looking to celebrate, sug? I’m Michelle, by the way. Call me Micky though, everyone does. 

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jessescholtz​:

@comfortcrowdstarters​ // OPEN

Jesse sat in the dead of night on the curb in quite the pickle. He wasn’t normally one to ask for help but it’s not like he had much of a choice. “ Hey ! Hey you ! ” he called out to the first person he saw passing on the other side of street, just about to leave the quad. “ ‘Mind giving me a hand ? ” He asked as he lifted his arms to reveal a forty ounce bottle of beer taped to each one of his hands. 

Car keys in hand, Micky had been making her way across the emptying campus, back aching slightly from the added weight of a now-full backpack. Her eyes were heavy and her mind swam with the information she’d had thrust at her all day, though part of her was simply focused on the nearest restaurant offering delivery to her neighborhood- there was no way she was cooking tonight, after the day she’d had. Hearing someone hollering from across the way, she stopped abruptly and turned to face the speaker, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of his hands. Making her way over, she closed the distance between them. “Alright, I know I’ve been out of the college game for longer than I care to admit, but what in the world?”

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santidleon​:

open | @comfortcrowdstarters​

It would be a whole lot easier if he’d just transfer to another class, but Santiago de Leon doesn’t back down from a challenge even if that challenge is teaching cosmetology because criminology was right next to it when picking. He has a textbook open in the cafeteria – and really, when does cosmetology need a textbook – when he feels a pair of eyes on him. Defenses prickling, he’s already looking up from where he was reading about primers and why they’re important and locks eyes with the other. 

“What? Can’t a man read a book about makeup? Is this a problem for you, punk? Or am I about to make it our problem?” 

Cocking an eyebrow, Micky tilted her head slightly, looking the individual up and down before crossing her arms over her chest. “Take a breath there, Cujo, no need to get defensive. I didn’t mean to be nosy, I was just passing by and saw you reading one of the Cosmetology books. I thought I’d introduce myself, in case we happen to land in the same section.” She blinked a few times in quick succession, considering simply turning and walking away though thinking better of it. At 42-years-old and after everything she’d been through both in her life and recently, she wasn’t about to back down. “I’ve been a Cosmetologist for years, actually, and I’m majoring in Business, but I thought taking a few refresher courses wouldn’t hurt. I’m Michelle Green, but you can call me Micky- I much prefer that to ‘Punk’.”

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crowleyexe​:

@comfortcrowdstarters​ // DASH STARTER

Alright, let me say this once and for all since we’re only one week into the school year and I’m already freaking exhausted. Please, for the love of God and all things that are holy, stop asking me how to bypass the school’s web restrictions. Ya know, I doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you all want to use it for and let me tell ya, it’s fucking disgusting. 

Wow, call me a dinosaur but prior to reading this I wasn’t even aware those security things could be bypassed by anyone other than the person who set them up. Thank you for highlighting the fact that I most definitely need to take a Computer Literacy course. Or, maybe twelve. Am I wrong in assuming that you’re in the IT Department? If that’s correct, I can assure you we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, so we might want to go ahead and start getting acquainted. I’m Michelle Green, but everyone calls me Micky. What’s your name, sug?