Hope some day I find nirvana

Mika Luukkanen 96 Elysian Escort

[mika-luukkanen]

trevorxparrish·:

Trevor feels bad for putting the other on the spot like hehad. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to make you feel bad about being new——— Ican usually tell when people are surprised by something like what justhappened. When you’ll have lived around for a couple years, you’ll understand.Fair warning, if you can get out of town for a week or two during Halloween, I’ddo it. Always weird things happening around that time.” Trevor warns the otherwith a gentle smile. “It’s something indeed——— but it’s home. At least, for me.”He’s aware not everyone feels the same about it. Some even detest it, and wouldwish to see it burned to the ground, and Trevor will fight those until none areleft. Or until he ends up like the rest of his family – dead.

“More than you’d think. Like I said… October – bad month tobe around.” Although, he still laughs about it. He smiles reassuringly to theother. “Sometimes, the memories dissipate very quickly, so they won’t botheryou for long.” Trevor understand perfectly how the other says he’s feeling, it’swhy he doesn’t go out much, and keeps to himself most of the time— becauseCovaire is too much for him most of the time. “Just be more selective of thepeople you hang out with. You’re an escort, so you luckily have a say in it.”

“No, thanks for the warning. I appreciate it. I move around a lot and it never gets easier. But Covaire is definitely something else, I wasn’t really expecting all of this.” Mika chuckles as he muses his hair, a puzzled look crossing his face at the mention of October. Weird things happened around October? So, things could get weirder than they already had been? He nods at Trevor’s words, taking his word for it. He wants to ask him what kind of weird things but he figures he’ll find out eventually. “What a time to be... me. Wow immortality is exhausting.”M/small>

“They say home is where the heart is.” He hums softly. He’s never fully felt at home anywhere himself but perhaps Covaire could be his permanent home in time. “I take it you’ve been here your whole life? That must’ve been wild. I mean it’s just odd having memories that never really happened?” Mika mutters, still trying to make sense of the whole mind trip. “I kind of wish that it worked for all memories. Just be a blank slate.” He chuckles off-handedly, voicing his own private thoughts. Smiling at Trevor softly he can’t help but feel they’re kindred spirits. Even if they don’t share the same status, that matters not to the elysian. “Are you speaking from experience? Because you seem pretty social to me. Or is that just a mask?”

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featheryears·:

The park was, by far, one of the best places to relax, he enjoyed sitting down on the grass, and just feel the breeze. He often took his guitar with him. It was a good way to escape his mind, and stop thinking for a while. Sometimes his thoughts overwhelmed him, especially at night, which was the hardest part of his day, as he a lot of times, stayed alone with his thoughts. Most of the time, he went to sleep with someone, there were times that he did it, just so he didn’t need to focus on what he was thinking. The sex was definitely a plus, and he wouldn’t deny it was partly why he booked one of the girls, but it wasn’t the only reason. As he sat down underneath a tree, his fingers moved on the strings of the guitar, for the time being, not singing along with the melody, but just playing it, “I’m not a street performer if you were wondering it,” he felt someone’s presence, and since he was asked that a few times, he decided to say something before he was asked.

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Walking up in a pile of leaves Mika sat bolt upright. Bright eyes looking around as he took in the park. He had no earthly idea how he had gotten here but he was here nonetheless. Pulling leaves from his unruly locks he let his hands fall to touch the grass. He really should stop falling asleep in random places. Stumbling to his feet he patted his jeans for his phone and keys. A frown pulling at his lips once he realized his keys were not there. Well, that was just swell. Starting to crawl around on the grass in search of his keys, he couldn’t help but think of how odd he might seem. Not like that was off-brand for him though. Many people found him to be... quirky. Finally spotting them he snatched them up, his eyes shifting to the man sitting a few feet away. At first he didn’t understand his statement, then it slowly clicked and he found himself laughing. “Well, a lot of people think I’m homeless. So, I wasn’t thinking anything of the sort.” He replies, swiftly getting to his feet as he takes in the man with the guitar. He smiles softly, pocketing the keys. “You’re good.”

[nomatterifyoureblackorwhite]

[mika-luukkanen]

joyful-maeve·:

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Noting the fact that two other men could come back at any moment, Maeve finds herself pleasantly torn between the rational conclusion to be cautious and the divine want to live life on the edge and play with fate. She giggles. What a predicament. 

“No idea who you mean, but he sounds like a hoot!” Stepping back over the man’s legs, she gets her broom moving to sweep up the inordinate amount of dust covering the floor. It unceremoniously ruins the shape of Mika’s ‘snow angel’. “I like sassy kitties. So fierce but sooo cute, don’t you think?”

Stepping away a moment, she pokes her head around the bathroom door and tsks at the mess in there. No woman would leave it so smelly, that’s for sure. 

“I might come roll around with you down there later,” she finally answers, while opening a window with nothing but a whisper and twitch of her fingers. And narrowing her eyes just a little, she decides to yield just a little more to that luscious temptation. With a quick spell, she thins the air around Mika, making it tougher to breathe. Won’t do him much harm, but she’ll sure enjoy watching him splutter. 

Then she pulls a cloth from her belt and starts polishing the doorframe.

Humming to himself softly Mika continued to flap his arms around, his curls making a messy halo around his head. Bright eyes flicking to life as the woman giggles. He can’t help but wonder if he said something to amuse her. Before he can speak, he spots the broom moving. “Yeah… I like animals…” He replies softly, his voice trailing off at the broom moving on its own. Sitting up he looks at Maeve brightly. “You’re a mage?!” He murmurs, watching her retreating form with interest. This city is full of surprises it seems. “I’ve always had a love of magic...”

He flushes at the tsking sound. The room could stand to be cleaned but he wasn’t at fault. “Sorry for the mess.” He murmurs, moving to hug his long legs.

“Oh that would be nice.” The elysian says, watching her with interest. Suddenly the air around him feels thick. Was it the dust? He coughs, sputtering slightly at what he can only guess is dust. “I… didn’t realize… how dusty… it is…” He chokes out, coughing and clearing his throat. He pulls lightly at his shirt collar, watching as she polishes the doorframe. “So… have… you…” He coughs again. “Been…. here… long?”

[mika-luukkanen]

trevorxparrish·:

Trevor looks at the other, blinking like he’s some sort of mirage——— an elysian like him, but almost half a century younger, and an escort based on the bracelet. The vibe is more good than bad— he supposes it’s a lot similar to his own - then again, sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s his, and what isn’t. “Hello. You’re Mika, and you have to be new to Covaire City——— fair warning, the city is quite the trickster.” He replies, trying to - hum - comfort the other?

“I’m hoping the memories will disappear fast enough, like they always have before. But I hope you had a good time?“ It’s not that his was bad per say, but as someone so socially awkward when too many people are around him, those memories of anxiety panics aren’t welcome. At least, this time, he hadn’t interacted directly with members of his family.

Staring back at Trevor with the same uncertainty, he tilts his head as he looks to the other elysian. Something about him draws Mika in but he can’t put a finger on what. His aura is pleasant. He’s not a threat and Mika can feel himself visibly relaxed in Trevor’s presence. Despite the uncertain feeling lingering in the back of his mind. Blinking in surprise at Trevor, he nods back in reply. Was it that obvious he was new? He gently rubbed his shoulder subconsciously as a chill ran through him. And the city was a trickster? That was putting it mildly. “Uh, yeah... well, new-ish? But um... the city is... certainly something?”

“Is this a usual occurrence?” Mika asked softly, looking around them. Looking back to Trevor he shrugged. “It was different? I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” He admitted, looking to his wrist and the bracelet clasped around his wrist. “I’m not sure how I feel.” Fiddling with the bracelet he looked back at Trevor brightly. “I feel a lot of things. Especially around here. And it’s hard to compartmentalize.”

[mika-luukkanen]

trevorxparrish·:

@covairecitystarters······· (Please, just one character per player! Cause I might cry with too many lol)

Trevor is confused to say the least. He’s very sure the last thing he remembers was walking down the stairs outside of the Dominion, but now, his brain is filled with memories of some parallel universe, and he’s not sure he likes it. He looks at his stopwatch and groans. Great! Just lost two weeks of my life. If there’s one thing I didn’t need to be reminded of; was all these messed up shit that keeps happening. He thinks to himself. “That was——— interesting…” He mutters to himself, not realising that someone had heard him.

Trying to recall what he was doing, Mika stood on the sidewalk, staring hard at the pages of a blank journal. Flipping between the blank pages of the worn journal, he was trying to understand how he had just slept through two weeks. “What was interesting?” Mika asked, turning his head at the voice. His bright eyes suddenly widening as he looked to the other. “Hey! ...You?” So, it wasn’t a weird fever dream! Or was it? But how could Trevor be in his dream? “You’re Taylor, right? No... Tanner... no wait... Trevor?” He hedged awkwardly, attempting a very awkward smile. Hopefully he didn’t scare the other man. And he didn’t want to jump right out of the gate bombarding him with their possible shared dream. Especially, when he wasn’t sure if that was actually the other’s name or if they have even actually met. “Are you having weird peyote dreams too? Because you aren’t going to believe this... I went to college. But... I’ve never been to college...”

[mika-luukkanen]

covairexdominique·:

Dom had to pause, eyes following the individual rather closely as she took him all in. He was….strange, though she figured she had been as well for talking to some random stranger on the street. Of course though, the vampiress hadn’t a care if she bothered someone else. Even if it had been late at night. It was as if hardly anything fazed her. Her lips would turn into a smirk, even though a part of her wanted to chuckle. “Well, I believe the point of a nightclub is to have it flood the senses. The way the bass reverberates in a confined space, making your insides buzz with excitement. Throw in a willing host and some alcohol and you have yourself a grande ol’ time.” Dom knew that her tastes might have been off-putting to most who were not vampires, but she did not deny her predatory instincts or pretend to be something she was not. Blood was a vampire’s way of living, and she relished in all that eternal life had to offer. She was no saint, and those of lives she had taken would agree. There was a hum in thought. “Depends. Are you treating me well?” Her eyes would light up with an innocence she surely did not possess. Though the poor thing. If only he had known that she was no different than those he spoke of. The thought would make her sigh. “I have yet to explore the city or meet its inhabitants, but I am sure I will do just fine here,” she’d wink at that, her eyes looking out now with a laugh. “What are you, an Uber driver? I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you on Yelp.” It was weird for her to be so civil or relatively kind, but she didn’t feel threatened or the need to threaten. Though the night was still young. “Well, Mika. The pleasure is all mine. I believe you ought to lead the way.” 

Mentally going over his grocery list in his head and weighing the different milk options he came back down to earth as she spoke. Tilting his head as he mulled over her words, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of the statement. Only that it was on brand for a vampire, which she clearly was. He shifted from foot to foot. Hopefully he wouldn’t find himself on the receiving end of her fangs. “I used to enjoy them but sometimes it can be a bit much. Going from werewolf to elysian has been a tad jarring.” He laughed, looking to the sky wistfully. He still didn’t always have a handle of his newfound abilities and there were times he truly missed running on all fours. Looking down at her, his lips bowed into a smile. “Well, I hope so? I like to think the city hasn’t completely tainted me.” Mika laughed softly, knowing well what the city was capable of. But that didn’t mean he had to fall prey to it. From what he could tell Dominique seemed genuine enough. “I haven’t been here too long myself but I do  hope you enjoy yourself. It always seems there's always something new and exciting to stumble upon...” With that his voice trailed off as his own private thoughts consumed him for a moment. Her aura… it was intriguing. Looking down at her perplexed for a moment, he laughed suddenly at her joke. “No, no, I’m not. But if I ever needed another side hussle I don’t think it would be a ride-share driver.” Mika laughed, musing his hair at the thought. Honestly, he hadn’t thought of what he would do if he wasn’t an escort. Other than what he had been doing. “That’s one thing about the living and undead. They’re better at conversation than the… very dead.” Mika muttered off-handedly as he rocked back and forth on his heels. Flashing her an awkward smile he let a few minutes beat between them before he nodded ushering for her to follow. “So, what brings you to the City that Bleeds? Something tells me you have a story. I mean everyone has a story. But what pray tell is yours? Unless... You don’t have a story? Some don’t.”

[mika-luukkanen]

trevorxparrish​:

“It’s not like I know any of them—” Strangely enough, it’s never been the peer pressure that caused him anxiety, but performing, and just large crowd. So Trevor wouldn’t really care much for people’s opinion of him. There’s nothing special about him anyway. “I hope people weren’t mean to you———?” Almost feels like they were the way the other talks about being good to fly under radar. “Trevor… yes. Hi! Mika!” He’s very aware of how clumsy that sounded, but he did his best. “I’m a freshman— so I don’t know if this is normal…” He points to the screen.

“Exactly, so their opinions don’t matter. It’s silly nonsense.” Mika snorted with a smile, hoping that would make the other liven up. He seemed a bit down from what he could tell. At the question his smile faltered and he blinked at Trevor. Biting his lip he thinks on it for a moment. “Well, kids are cruel so that’s kind of a given. I moved around a lot as a kid. I was the new kid... and then I joined the military. And maybe that helped? Or made things worse? I’m not sure.” He hummed with a shrug. “That’s a nice name, Trevor.” He added, smiling brightly as to not miss a beat. “Honestly I can’t tell if it’s Meeka or Micah... I’ve been called both. Sooo, you can just take your pick I guess.” With that he glanced down at the screen before clicking away from the site. “Nope. Just something to pit people against each other.”

[stuart-townsend]

[mika-luukkanen]

joyful-maeve·:·

Staring down at the drunk man, Maeve leans on her mop and opens a snack, tossing the wrapper over her shoulder as she pops it into her mouth. She savours the taste almost as much the endless possibilities of what she could do to this reclining male, and it shows very wickedly on her delicate and feminine face. 

“Looks like you’ve had quite the night in here, eh?” Pulling a handkerchief from her pocket, she pats her lips dry and stares around. I’ll play with him later. “Ooh.” As though remembering something incredibly important, she leans right over the man and stares directly into his eyes. His snow angel arms flap against her ankles. She doesn’t care. “You got a client coming back? I want to be paid for this, you know!” 

  Looking up at the fuzzy woman hovering in his vision, Mika watches her pull out a snack. The wrapper fluttered down behind her and landed at her feet with a soft rustle. As her face focuses in his once blurred vision he looks bemused at the troubling look on her face. Something about her seems... off. But before he can think much else of it she speaks, her question causing his brow to furrow. He looks around them, neck craning to glimpse their surroundings. “I guess so?” He mutters, obviously unsure of the whole situation. He really can’t remember anything. 

Odd. There were still a lot of things he was trying to get used to when it came to this new him. Looking up at the strange woman with the mop, he smiles as she stares into his eyes. Well, isn’t she a bit intense? At the question he blinks. “A client?” He repeats, still moving his arms mechanically. Up and down... down and up...

“Your guess is as good as mine.” He laughed, clicking his tongue as he sat up. “He took the other guy with him to get breakfast. Medium height... dark hair and eyes... has a bit of a temper which is weird for a mute guy... he’s like an angry cat when he scowls." Mika made a face before he brightened at the woman. "Anyway, I was told to hang here... and then you came in. Hi! Do you want to join me down here? It’s quiet...”

[mika-luukkanen]

Mika had no idea how he had gotten here. Wherever here was. He had been trying to process the strange passage of time and then the alcohol happened. “I’m still conscious... so I’m not drunk.” He mumbled to the shadow that hovered over him. The cool tile felt nice on his skin... cold... 

Moving his arms up and down against the floor like he was making a snow angel he laughed to himself. The alcohol dulling and muting his emotions, thankfully the headache had subsided for the time being. From the looks of it he was in a hotel? “You know... if you squint... the lights look like fire... fire flies...”

“Also, the toilet wouldn’t stop running... I tried to fix it but I think I made it worse... whoopsie...”

@joyful-maeve​

[mika-luukkanen]

covairebred·:

She gives him a smile when he mentioned thinking she was a student. “I will take that as a compliment.” She knew she looked younger, and she was one of the younger professors in the university. She could tell that he looked a little uncomfortable and she didn’t want to force someone to do something they weren’t comfortable with. “Do you want to stay in your boxers?”

“Well, you definitely should because your genes must be fire.” Mika laugh, taking a seat before looking around the studio again. He liked art and had never really tried it himself. But he always wanted to try a pottery wheel. Or do something but blown glass. At the question he looked back to Cynthia, his lips parting at the question. “It’s cold in here so that probably would be the safer option. How long have you been doing this?”

[mika-luukkanen]

covairexdominique·:

Of course, before she could even consider visiting her progeny, the Clyde to her Bonnie, she needed to have all of her things moved to her new place which glittered with the array of clothing, shoes, and intimates. Everything had its place and Dominique made sure everything was perfect, a grande display of her nature. Was it pretentious? Hardly, her ambition knew no bounds, but arrogant and spoiled? Most definitely. The Vampiress certainly had a taste for the finer things in life. She’d kept her arrival rather quiet, though she figured once she’d branch out, her name would hardly be forgotten. If it had, it didn’t bother her. At least one could say she exuded confidence. When all was said and done, it had already been night and the city seemed to come more alive. She could practically hear it all in the distance. As someone passed her by, she would stop them, her hand brushing carefully at their shoulder though she was mindful not to get too handsy. Eyes would stare at them, then at seemingly nothing as she’d let senses take over, ears attuned to everything. “Tell me,” she’d start, her voice smooth. “How far is the VIP/Elite Nightclub from the Eastside? Walking distance, perhaps?” Not that she was worried about walking around at night alone, though she supposed if company came along, she might be entertained. “I’m Dominique. New to the city. I’m afraid I don’t have my bearings quite yet. Would you mind showing me the way?” 

Caught in his own thoughts from the rather odd blast from the past dream. He found it odd that he had been asleep for so long. Perhaps someone had slipped something into his drink? He normally didn’t lose track of time like that. At least the dogs had gotten into the food and knew how to turn on the bath tap for water. He was on his way to get groceries when he felt someone’s hand grab him, his body flinching at the touch and the foreign emotions that were clearly not his. Looking at the feminine face that hovered in his view, the elysian gave a nervous smile as he delicately shrugged off her touch. Stepping back a bit to compose himself, he tilted his head at her question. The Eastside nightclub? Oh, he avoided that place like the plague. Too much touch. Too many emotions. It made him feel buzzy in the worst way. “The nightclub? Oh geez... I haven’t been to a nightclub since the 80s. Nowadays they kind of flood the senses, you know?” He laughed, musing his hair at the thought. At the introduction, he nodded suddenly becoming hyper aware of her status. She had to be a client. “Nice to meet you though, Dominique. Hopefully the city has been treating you well? People can be pretty hit or miss here. I think it's immortality... It makes people surly. Real unfortunate. But sure, yeah, I can give you the tour. Just make sure to give me a 5 star rating.” He paused, laughing to himself. “I’m Mika. It’s a pleasure.”

[mika-luukkanen]

sui-generis-elessar·:

Elessar was reviewing some committee emails after finishing his therapy notes. He knew he didn’t have any other patients until the evening. When he heard his first name the Professor looked up surprised and also worried for a moment. But when he saw the face looking into his office he visibly relaxed and gave the young man a friendly smile, “Mika.” He shook his head, “Not at all, come in. I wasn’t expecting you. Everything alright?” The young man was very active on campus, always appearing to be flitting about attempting to make the world a better place. It was refreshing to Elessar. “What can I help you with?”

Biting his lip gently Mika bit back the urge to just turn and leave. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Elessar was probably busy and he didn’t need him bothering him. Not when he probably had a million other things on his plate. He had been so nervous that formalities went out the door and the older man’s first name slipped from his mouth. He didn’t realize until it was too late. Was it too late to run now? The friendly smile and question made he give pause. Was everything alright? Did he look like a mess? Running a hand through his hair, he shifted in the doorway. “Cool. Thanks.” Finally walking past the threshold he sat in one of the adjacent chairs, setting his essay on the desk and nudging it towards Elessar. “So, I wrote this paper... Can you read it? If it’s bad please just throw it in the trash. Because I’m sick of looking at it.” He half-laughed, sitting back in the chair and fidgeting. “I haven’t been sleeping...”

[mika-luukkanen]

trevorxparrish·:·

Curiosity gets the best of him, when he hears someone talking about a site with everyone on campus on it. Trevor highly doubts he’s on it——— half the time, his teachers seem surprised to see him sitting in their class - like it’s the first time they see him every time. He doesn’t mind really——— although, his therapist would say that isn’t how he’ll get bigger in larger crowd. But in this case, he can argue that a ranking system could cause him anxiety. Trevor does look if he’s there quickly, and actually chuckles when no one has comment on him, because there’s actually no picture of him there. “Nothing to rank.” He murmurs to himself. “T-thanks.” He tells the other student.

Mika swears he’s seen the other around but no name comes to mind. He they have a class together once? He can’t remember... Trying to think he stirs once he realizes he’s openly staring. Instead he looks to the computer screen as he catches the other’s words, eyes squinting to look under his name. Trevor. Well, at least he saved himself the embarrassment of calling him the wrong name. Taking back the computer he shook his head and shut it. “Honestly? Maybe that’s a good thing.” He smiled with a wink, knocking back the rest of his latte. Chewing the end of the straw, he shrugged at Trevor. “Sometimes it’s good to fly under the radar you know?” Playing with the recycled plastic cup, he grinned at Trevor. “I’m Mika. Nice to meet you... Trevor?” 

[mika-luukkanen]

“This website is... oof. If people find out who made this shit... yikes. I mean what kind of ranking system is this? Fuckability? Is that even a word?” Mika muttered as he scrolled the website displaying students and staff. Someone had taken the liberty of ranking them in all sorts of superficial categories. “You want to see yours?” He asked, shifting in his seat as he swirled his now cold latte. Ignoring the harsh shush and dirty look from the librarian, he muttered something quietly in Faroese at her before looking to the passerby. Taking a sip of his cold latte he made a face and swallowed before shoving the laptop towards them. 

@covairecitystarters​

[mika-luukkanen]

Lingering outside Elessar’s office Mika shuffled through a handful of papers. Running a hand through his messy hair he rubbed his eyes from lack of sleep. He had spent the last three days working on this paper and he still wasn’t sure if it was a complete dumpster fire. The more and more he read through it he hated it. The topic was on outdoor therapeutic programs and its effects on anxiety disorders and depression. He figured Elessar was probably the best person to consult on this topic. Yet, he was still hung up on asking the other this. He had seen him previously for anxiety but since taking medication he had slowly weaned himself away from therapy. That and he was too busy. Peeking around the corner sheepishly, he caught the older man’s gaze and froze on the spot. “Uh, hey... Elessar... Am I- bothering you? Because I can come back another time.”

@sui-generis-elessar