the final guy

Mike Munroe. Class President. Resourceful, Ladies' man, good under pressure. [Until Dawn character] credit to @onceuponicons for the avatar icon.

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NOTICE

I had a bunch of work this week so I might not be up here until friday or so. I will try to be tomorrow but I don’t make promises, I know I have replies!

Sorry!

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              “Jesus hot sauce Christmas cake. This is fucking UNBELIEVABLE.” Until Dawn independent account for Mike Munroe.

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bedtime for me.

I passed all my classes but sadly---I got to work.

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ofshctguns ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) the mike squad grows

love for our trash boy

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another mike is following me

i bet mike had a fantasy about this on his life

or jess

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traumatizc:

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ashley was always jumpy– imagination && paranoia can do that to someone. scared was likely the word she’d use to describe what was going on here as she approached the lift to the cabin settled upon the isolated mountain. a year after the prank that killed two of their friends, it almost seemed like a cheesy horror flick, && that’s probably what had her all shaky. those movies had to come from somewhere, right?

the girl was thankful to see another figure at the lift, breathing a heavy sigh from a breath she didn’t know she was holding. even if it was mike, it was better than nobody– they might not know each other well, but hey, he wasn’t too bad. “don’t suppose you’re ready for this, are you?”

Mike hides it well. How uneasy it made him to be back at the cabin where their friends disappeared. Probably died. And a part of him knew it had been his fault and the role he had played on the prank to Hannah. But the class president hides it well, a know it all smile and overload of confidence to hide the fact he didn’t wanted to be there. 

His eyes are glued to the ground when he sees a figure from the corner of his eye. The familiar beanie on top of Ashley’s head give her away. “Uh---I don’t think any of us are ready. But Josh thinks it will be good for us.” And at the calling of their friends, they were all arriving at the cabin. Isolated in a cold dark night. A year ago this excited him. “I think he needs it more than us.”

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hisbrckenprincess:

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Fingers curled against the jacket she now donned, still freezing slightly thankful to have been placed next to the heater after she was spoken to. Blue hues shut tightly for a moment wondering how everyone else was, if everyone else WAS. They had made sure she got fixed up slightly before her interview before taking her down to the farther side of the station. Standing up to grab herself a drink from the little fountain she stumbled slightly still in pain, so much so she felt as if she had gone numb. Boot trudging on the floor slightly since they were a bit too big before hearing a door opening. Ignoring it a moment as she filled one of the small paper cups before pausing one of the voices familiar to her. Carefully turning eyes widened slightly before her cup slipped from her hand and she spoke. “M-Mike?”

They didn’t told him who made it out. They only wanted to know WHAT happened, and his ramblings were probably as clear as one could talk after what happened. Missing fingers, bruises, Mike was a royal mess. The bags under his eyes barely visible because of the black eye he was wearing. They allowed him to clean up, but even then, you can’t remove blood from clothes. He was told to wait up in a room, away from the prying eyes, Mike looked back and saw a familiar gold hair. And by god, his heart might had dropped at that moment. JESSICA. He had whispered her name out loud and she turns, revealing that in fact, she was real. It didn’t took much for his feet to react and move closely, avoiding the spilled cup of drink and moving to her side, arms around her frame and bring her close. “Jess. Oh god---I’m so sorry---I thought when you fell---you died. I should’ve---”It’s not always that Mike is left without words to say. He doesn’t know how to put emotions to words. He sighs in relief though. She is alive.

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hisbrckenprincess wanted a starter

Mike is not good at giving pet names. He never had one before. A wolf is certainly not something he had considered as a pet, and maybe agree with him. But the white wolf, had followed him out of the mountain and had helped him back at the Asylum. The Stranger was dead and that made the animal, just of a lost cause as he was. And maybe that’s why the police let him keep the animal. Or maybe it was temporary until they figure out what the hell to do with the animal.

Wolfie, as he so classically called him, enjoyed the small gesture of companionship Mike gave him, but he seemed to notice someone else and soon the animal was out of his reach, bumping his nose in gentle care to someone’s legs. And Mike does manage to smile up as soon as he see strays of gold hair. “Jess. Meet Wolfie, my new best man.” And the wolf barks, either friendly or wary he doesn’t know, but he haven’t bite the woman yet, so he takes it as a good sign.  “He will make a fine presidential mascot, don’t you think?”

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From all the group of friends, Mike has to admit he might had not known much about Ashley. Through Chris, he knows her of course. She seems quiet, and gentle, and from what Chris told him, she is just sweet. But Mike had been avoiding the rest of the people, he is usually level-minded. But he can’t deal with everything right now, and even the toughest of acts sooner or later fall apart. This was his moment to crumble. But god have other plans.

And Ashley is there when he takes a long, LONG walk in the middle of the night (or is it morning?), nightmares taking in and surely, that was the reason why Ash was there as well. “Penny for your thoughts?” And he pulls her beanie down just to light up the mood, even if just a notch. They all need it really. “I will give you even a Dollar for them.”

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“So, I guess I wasn’t the ONLY want send to the looney.” And Mike is already on his edge of nerves, his leg moving up and down at a increase speed as he looks around. Sam is there. OF COURSE she is there, as most likely, all of them are. Psychologists, interviews, the police, what happened on the Lodge was, without a doubt something many people wanted to get their hands on. Wendigos---real, or the collective imagination of teenagers to cover up a crime?

Mike is just so done about everything, his whole body haven’t healed yet from the incident and he is sure some of them will leave marks for as long as he lives, the dirty Asylum had left him without some fingers, the bad healing and the cold were enough to let bad signs on the future. But he is ALIVE and he know understands what survivors say when they refer to that. They could’ve died, so many times. But he is alive. Sam is as well. He still lingered some hope for Josh to be alive, even despite everything (no news of him in the mines yet). 

“Apparently, we are ALL delusional and covering up a mass conspiracy.This is not going to look good on my Presidency application.” He tries to tease, mainly because hell, he can’t do looming, he can’t let it all fall apart.

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He is not done with Josh. He is far from happy because of the prank their supposed friend pulled on them. But Mike wasn’t, as many might think, a complete jerk. He does care about his friend and when the police said they had found him at the mines, he was actually glad to know the man was alive. God, if he wasn’t so fucking angry he might even hug the guy when they tell him in which hospital they send him.

In all honest, his conflict with Josh runs DEEPER than that. It’s no secret of his involvement on the prank that got Hannah and Beth killed. He was, in many ways, one of the three factors that contributed to them running to the cold winter night and dying. And maybe, some of the anger he feels toward Josh might be because him redirecting the anger he feels about himself. But what the hell he knows (he had, indeed, been seeing psychologist since it happened).

“Oh goodie, for a moment there I thought you would never get up.” Of course, he sounds colder than he intends to. And sarcastic. But Mike wants to be selfish and believes he has that right. “But you are ALIVE. So---congratulations.”

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He is TIRED. One could tell by the look on his eyes, and the bags under them, just as dark as the bruises that were just beginning to heal. He has his hand wrapped up in dirty bandages because of his hand, and he is sure that he has at least one broken rib from all that happened in the Asylum. The policemen think they are crazy, creatures of the night---Josh back in the mines. But ALL the survivors agree on the same thing and so, they go check out. Mike is on his own, left with nothing but a cup of coffee on his hand.

And it taste like HEAVEN. He is sure to fall asleep after drinking it when he sees Jessica. She was ALIVE, they had told her, and it has been days since the police found them. He was back at the police station for more interviews, about Beth and Hannah, about the lodge. But right now, Mike was concerned about Jessica. “Jess.” He calls, already approaching the woman and god, he might hug her if it wasn’t for how both of them seemed so lost. He does bring her close by his good hand on her shoulder, and he is smiling under all the dirt and sorrow because she is RIGHT THERE. With him. 

“You are alive. Thank god. Jess---I’m so sorry.”

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BRB. Going to eat some food.

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making starters right now.

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my favorite relationship is mike and josh.