You're at the bottom, this is it Just get through, you will be fixed And you think, that I don't get it But I burned my way through and I don't regret it. i promise you, it will all make sense again. mira rose ishii. twenty four
It was always tasking to visit her parents. Most people had the privilege of visiting home and experiencing the reassurance they still had one, maybe they always would. A part of her anger stemmed from the fact that she could barely remember what that was like now, the memory always seeming to fade with every fuck up. Tonight was no different, and she hadn’t expected it to be. But, that didn’t stop her from being surprised that both of them were gone, no one ever knew for how long. It used to be her favorite time, but for some reason, this felt a little more empty. However, tonight she’d stolen a few beers from the fridge, and was sitting outside, bonfire built and blazing, staring off in what she would likely pretend was simply a high daze, but truthfully, it was a touch of emptiness sinking in, assuming she was safe to hide even if it was in their stupid ass front yard. It wasn’t like anyone out here was calling the fire marshal.
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HE IS RISEN is printed in big , bold and black letters on a yellow sheet of paper, a bible quote written underneath with the address of the old forge bible church. the neatly stacked and terribly designed papers held up by her lower arm. mira was tasked with the obnoxious opportunity of going door to door and leaving aforementioned flyers in the mailbox of lockhorn county’s residents; a direct reaction to hearing whispers about panic’s return. so, there was no apprehension in approaching a woman in her own front yard, even in hazzard, whose gaze was locked on the flames shooting out from the bonfire. “ 'scuse me ? hi. do you think you got some time to talk ? i got somethin’ for you. ” okay, so maybe she hasn’t worked on her COME TO CHURCH pick up lines. “ i mean, it’s not a gift or anything but it’s - bea ? ” finally, recognizing the woman, and getting a closer look at her visage, her lips pull into a softer smile. “ are you okay ? ” because you kind of look possessed. “ do you think drinking near a fire is a good idea ? because my mom told me once that a man got super drunk and fell into his fire pit. it wasn’t lit or anything but it could have been. ” and she always considers the COULD HAVE BEENS a lot worse than the real thing.
Their head tilted at the fun fact Mira sprouted with bibliography and all. “ I didn’t know BOP had a water density section. ” Though, if true, it could definitely explain how Devil’s Mouth held the cold even in the middle of summer. “ I’d believe it though, ” They quickly followed up, grin spreading on their features. It was only sort of a joke. Truth could come from the craziest of places, right? Even BOP magazine. Grin spread to smile when Mira complimented them for their efforts. Making the event of throwing themself off a cliff sound a lot more impactful and brave than it was. “ Thanks, Mira, ” They said genuinely, even chuckling a little when she mentioned lava lamp. Even now Koda found themself comforted at night by the way moonlight shone through their window at night, maybe that wasn’t so different. “ Not really, I don’t think, ” They started nonchalantly, offering words with a small shrug of their shoulders. “ There was a moment, of bein’ scared. Right after I jumped. But then I hit the water and it was over before I could even worry about it. ” Their tone remained confident, self assured, even as they spoke about their one moment of fear in the whole night. They took a sip of their beer as they looked over at her, wondering for a moment what had drawn her out to the event. “ You thinkin’ about a last minute entry or somethin’? ”
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“ the little bubbles on the side of the pages are always so random, it’s like: how are brad pitt and gwyneth paltrow doing ? also, check out this fun fact. ” that sting of jealousy was creeping back, but this time the feeling of inspiration followed as they talked about their jump. the i’d still never do it but i can convince myself i’m equally capable of being brave for a few seconds surface - level kind of inspiration, of course. there’s a laugh that snorts out after koda’s question, “ no, my goodness. ” mira responds, hastily, her hands waving back and forth as if the mere question was enough to force her to participate. “ no, i don’t know, i was curious. ” she isn’t sure why either. every time someone was preparing for their jump she covered her eyes in fear, only seeing the action through the cracks of her fingers. “ i just, i guess i don’t see the point ? i get it, money is awesome but is it really worth it ? ” the inquiry wasn’t necessarily rhetorical. in fact it was likely more genuine than the water fact she stated just seconds ago. a question, rooted in ignorance, being asked by someone who never really had to worry about money in the first place. even when life became just her and her mother; the dent in their finances hadn’t been known to mira. that would corrupt the picture perfect image beth taylor tried to uphold. “ like i would love a new car but i wouldn’t jump from a cliff for one. ” a pause, an attempt to lighten the conversation so the judgement didn’t come out too harshly. “ but if YOU win the money and want to gift me with something, those mazda rx7′s are looking pretty fresh. ”
open starter: @panic-hub
when & where: the jump, any time after koda’s entry
Thanks to the cold dark water, Koda shook more after their jump than they had beforehand. Much more– hell, they hadn’t even really been that nervous to jump. Trudging their way through the crowd in wet sneakers, shorts, and a sports bra. As the megaphone sounded off again, they looked up from the black number one decorating their hand and over their shoulder to see who was taking the plunge next. An unabashed and wide grin taking up their face. They had done it. They were doing it. And so were these other people, some they knew well but everyone that they had grown up with. Everyone who had been waiting for this chance just like they had. While it was anxiety inducing as hell, it was also so exciting. And that was the feeling that was consuming them. Excitement. Anticipation. Maybe even hope.
They pulled their flannel from their previously discarded pile of crap. Tugging it on to warm themselves up a little but leaving it lazily unbuttoned. Shaking their hair a little as they turned around, they made for the first cooler they could find, pulling a beer from it and cracking it open to take a long sip. “ You know, Devil’s Mouth. You’d think it’d be warm or somethin’, ” They spoke to no one in particular, just anyone around willing to listen, “ But that shit was cold as fuck. ” They chuckled lightly, wiping some remains of dirty water from their face with the sleeve of the flannel.
mira was well aware that being at devil’s mouth to watch the jump was an incredibly dumb decision. she wanted nothing to do with panic, hearing enough horror stories of the lengths people would go to for greed as is and not wanting to witness it. but curiosity got the best of her. and as she watched familiar faces jump into the lake one by one, she realized envy got the best of her too. fear almost stopped her from showing up, anxiety stopped her from entering and yet everyone else seemed to enjoy the night with such ease.
koda in particular. she’s not in their head, of course, maybe they’re much better at hiding apprehension than she is, or maybe they’re just not as apprehensive about exciting but also life-threatening situations as she is; whatever the reason, mira is jealous. and still, curious. she laughs at the irony: devil’s mouth, cold water, kneeling beside the cooler to find something appetizing. “ i read somewhere in bop magazine, i think, where it says it’s because of density that the water gets so cold. ” a DID YOU KNOW section that she’s almost certain isn’t credible. grabbing a soda from the cooler, she stands at her full height to give koda a once - over. “ you did really good up there, you should be proud of yourself ! like a bird. i still sleep with my lava lamp on still, i don’t think i’ve ever dived into a swimming pool and you dived into a lake. was it scary ? ”
STATUS: Open
WHERE: The Windy Shot Bar & Grill
WHEN: Evening, 8PM-ish, June 24th (the night before her birthday)
The Windy Shot wasn’t normally where you’d find Pippa. In fact, it was one of the last places you’d ever find her. But tonight, she felt the need for change. Something different. And perhaps something stronger than a glass of water or her usual cup of tea. She felt awkward taking a seat by the bar, out of place amongst its usual patrons, but she figured it would provide her with the best opportunity to talk to someone tonight. Even if it was just to the bartender. Movies told her bartenders delivered great conversation. Sometimes just the conversation you might need on a night like this. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. She had four hours. Four hours until it was midnight. She sighed. Looking around, she caught the eye of someone passing her. “Hey–” She started, feeling like such a nuisance already and she’s only said a single word. “Um, sorry.” She pressed her lips together – a bit embarrassed – before carrying on. “What– What’s your favorite drink here?” Was that a weird way to start a conversation? Probably. Crap. Pippa added to her words. “I’m just looking to try something new and I don’t really know what to get,” she admitted, slight flush to her cheeks. The last time she was at The Windy Shot was three years ago and she’d ordered a beer that she hated every drop of.
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it turns out overthinking while staring at unsaturated posters of amy grant wasn’t doing her mental health any justice. she wondered about those posters she spotted when she helped clean up the summer solstice party. very aware that her knowledge on them would be exceptionally feeble since she’s sure no one would care enough to engage her in conversation about it. if it meant what she thought it meant. but it doesn’t. it was a prank, she decides. nevertheless, mira needed fresh air; well, she thought she needed fresh air. her walk was cut short when the aforementioned air began to feel more humid than fresh and she pushed open the doors to the closest establishment near her: the windy shot bar & grill. not her scene typically but at least it felt cooler. she was searching for a seat as far away from anyone scary looking as possible when she was greeted. “ hi, how are you ? ” she asks almost immediately, voice unheard under the sound of the music and muffled beneath pippa’s question. “ oh, i’m the worst person to ask. i’m always just like give me something sweet and then forget to even finish it usually. although , ” she swallows, taking a seat in a stool beside pippa. “ i had this drink one time that had orange juice with it. like actual orange juice, i never thought mixing breakfast juices with liquor would taste any good but you need to try it. ”
set: late af, summer solstice
location: prosper park somewhere
availability: open | @panic-hub
Theo didn’t remember much after ten-o-clock. It was a strong possibility that they’d drank too much too fast. That was the first sign, the second was that she’d gone to look for her bike that she’d stashed in a bush earlier and ended up taking a break on a bench. A bench she was currently curled up as a ball and passed out on. Sleep where you fall, or something to that effect. It wasn’t the first time Theo had taken a nap in a random spot, and wouldn’t be the last. As someone who failed to sleep or slept far too much, it was consistent only in the fact that it happened randomly. It could have been the sound of footsteps that roused her, or the voices. Maybe they poked her, but she didn’t know how it happened what she did know is that she was awake and had zero idea where she was. “Whoa dude, what the-” she rubbed at an eye with her hand. Everything was still blurry when she sat up and she did her best to get the person talking to her to come into focus. “Where am I right now?” She asked the mystery humanoid and scratched at her scalp. It wasn’t daylight so that meant she couldn’t have been down long. Not too long at least. “What time is it?” Time to get your ass home, Theo. Though that was what she was trying to do when she ended up asleep on a bench, so it obviously wasn’t going well. “You’re not here to like… rob me or somethin’ are you? Cause I ain got shit.”
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if overstaying your welcome was capable of being a physical embodiment, it would certainly take the form of mira rose ishii. she wanted to help clean up or seem helpful while she was cleaning up, it was only due to the pager from her mom that she began heading home. and then it was due to a body curled on the park bench that she stopped heading home. a homeless person. that was her initial thought. someone without a home saw the crowd dispersing and used it as an opportunity to get some sleep. probably an empty stomach, most likely on drugs. a sympathetic demeanor is worn as she approaches the bench, barely able to emit a soft hey before they woke up. “ no, oh my goodness, never ! ” you’re sleeping on a park bench, she thinks, i know you don’t have anything. thankfully the unnecessary internal judgement didn’t show on mira’s visage, it’s still riddled with sympathy. “ you must be hungry, do you want a kudos bar ? ” too late for an answer, she’s already digging into her fanny pack to find one. “ i keep kudos on me just in case i need to snack, my favorite is the snickers one but i think they’re all gone. i have - BOO-YAH ! ” an excited expression as she pulls out the rectangular snack. “ an m & m one ! ”
“You want a couple? I’ll give them to you free of charge, but then you’re the one that’s got to watch them tonight,” he cast over his shoulder, not bothering to even raise his gaze from the half empty drink in his hand towards the screams in the background. His siblings would be fine, he hoped, and he would somehow make it through the thick of the night without having to step into any of their mess even with people like Mira coming up to talk to him about them. “I can’t guarantee that they won’t burst into flames if you tried to bring ‘em to church though,” he added with a shake of his head as he picked it up finally to glance over at the other talking to him. Banks couldn’t figure out why Mira chose to talk to him at all, not when he gave off plenty of impression as to wanting to be left alone far too many times to count. Though as she kept talking, he was sure that even if he didn’t respond at all that she’d keep talking at him as he peered at his nearly empty cup. “If it’s some kind of soda, I’ll pass.” Banks had no desire to match the level of energy that his siblings were giving off, rather looking for a way to both pass the time and forget about what was going on around him as well.
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“ ha, okay, let me reiterate: i love kids but i love returning them to their rightful owners at the end of a day even more. ” it wasn’t just said because of the yells from children in the background, it was true, she’s worried her love for kids would dissipate after the required work hours. there’s a winsome smile, one that only inched wider when he finally looked up at her. maybe he warmed up to her... or maybe he’s aware that the chances of shaking mira off prematurely were incredibly low. whatever the reason, the acknowledgement - as short lived or forced as it may have been - was appreciated. the thought of children bursting into flames from merely stepping into a church was dark to say the least, but humorous. and unlikely. “ that is not a true claim, banks, God opens his arms for all. if my grandma can show up to church after a questionable weekend with her boss without singeing, so can they. ” there was little truth behind her joke, she was aware that banks was making an exaggerated implication.. at least she hoped so. an arm extends to hand over the brown liquid that sloshes inside of her cup “ it’s coco cola ? ” so, yes, soda. “ i don’t know why i got it, i’m more of a pepsi kind of girl. although, you know, i believe the whole COLA WARS thing is a little bit excessive. the division is so unnecessary, don’t you think ? like it’s just soda. ” because that’s what’s dividing this nation.. the cola wars. “ sorry, i’ll shut up. but are you a pepsi or a coca kind of guy ? i’m getting pepsi vibes from you too. ”
of all people ellie could have bumped into, at least it was mira, someone ellie actually enjoyed the presence of. they were probably too similar, at least when it came to their faith. much better than running into one of the burnouts or middle aged men who were already drunk and would probably ask her when she’s going to settled down with a ‘good kid’ because she’s to pretty to be single at her age. but now, what ellie wasn’t expecting was how she was instantly pulled into a hug. with only a slight hesitation, she returned the hug. as mira went on to bring up how absence at church, ellie almost took back her gratitude that it was her she bumped into. “oh, yes, everything is okay,” half a lie. “i haven’t been meaning to,” not a lie. “we’ve had some people not show up for shifts so my boss has been making me pick up extra shifts,” a lie. in reality, ellie has been offering to work sundays because she was avoiding going to church and risking running into someone. “i’ll be back once the schedule is all sorted, promise,” she said with a smile.
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work. duh. of course. she knew ellie. well, kind of, she felt she knew her enough to know that her lack of attendance wasn’t because of lack of faith. “ oh! ” mira offers, a sigh that sounds more like relief rather than understanding. she hated how pointed her words sounded. like her mother. like she was all but three seconds away from going on a rant about how it’s important to make time for Christ. an opinion that even she wasn’t sure would have been made on her own volition. “ i’m being a nagging nancy, el, you don’t have to explain anything to me. ” she says only after it was already explained. even then, regret seeps through her tone; eyebrows wrinkling. “ sorry, i’ll just make sure to save a seat for you in the pews every week until you come back. right in between me and miss bathes-in-perfume-every-sunday-morning madison. listen, i hate to gossip. ” A LIE . gossiping is top tier church culture and it felt far nicer for her to change the subject than to further call attention to her prior meddling. “ i’ve never suffered from asthma before but i swear every time she sits next to me, my lungs start to give out. i love the smell of vanilla fields as much as everyone else but it’s like, come on. ”
Banks had lost sight of his siblings in the chaos of the crowd, citing that it was hard for anyone to keep up with them with the amount of sugar they had consumed in the past hour. All he had promised was that he’d keep an eye out and eventually get them home safe. What he did in-between was up in the air. He kept his hands in his pockets, casting a glance in the direction of a loud shriek before he’d watch a familiar face race past him with too many other kids giving chase and knew that he would need a drink before the night was through. There were too many people, whispering and peering over at him ( or it was all in his head ) — enough so that he headed towards one of the stalls that would help to ease some of the tension from his shoulders. Or make him forget for a moment where he was and that he was supposed to be watching the screaming kids in the distance rather than grab a drink that he raised to his lips. His hand stalled at the sound of howls behind him that he could pinpoint exactly who was leading the charge of children that were looking too much like a mob for comfort. “If anyone asks, those aren’t mine. I’ve never met them before in my life,” he mumbled to the person closest to him as he downed half his drink in one large gulp.
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it goes without saying that mira’s social circle does not run in the same as banks’. in fact, those in her circle - the older women fanning themselves down at old forge bible church - would encourage mira to stay away from the guy. already writing him off as troubled and lacking redemption. it was an unspoken rule that she would never care to follow, one she used as an incentive instead. “ i love kids. ” her smile is polite when she announces the fact , the drink in her hand only ordered to make her approach less threatening, is untouched as she moves it in a circular motion. she understands her disposition can come off extreme to some but they doesn’t halt her cheery tone. “ if you find the person they do belong to, you should talk to them about bringing them to church on sunday ! i teach there and i could seriously use that energy early in the morning. they can be like my own personal dose of coffee. ” this isn’t an evangelistic attempt to recruit him, only a suggestion. one that came out really, really bad she realized. “ not that they’re in any relation to drugs . i just mean, because they have so much energy. i am like a sloth sunday mornings, it’s awful. do you want my drink ? ” since you’re already almost finished with yours, she thinks.
why am i here? the question played in ellie’s head over and over again as she rode her bike into town and to the solstice party. she probably could have gotten a ride from her dad, but ellie preferred to not put herself through that whole ordeal. the last thing she wanted to do was listen to another rant about how the town was going to shit and all the different slurs he could come up with. plus, she didn’t mind riding her bike, it meant she can leave as soon as she was ready to get the hell out of there. once her bike was changed up against a tree, she decided to venture into the crowd, hoping to find at least one friendly face. she went to get a drink first, mostly to have something in her hands to not feel as awkward. but just as her luck, as she was turning around, she didn’t realize someone was standing right behind her and bumped into them, dropping her cup of lemonade on her shoes and probably the shoes of the other person. “shoot, i am so sorry, i didn’t see you there,” she apologized instantly. “did i get any on you?”
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mira had taken it upon herself to irritatingly go stall to stall and see how everyone’s doing. it wasn’t a LOVE THY NEIGHBOR situation , nor a job she felt inclined to do since she helped set up: it was utter boredom, perhaps even an attempt to get her mind off of things. and it worked, so whoever said you can’t run away from your problems clearly hasn’t been to lockhorn county’s summer solstice party. her final pit stop was the refreshments, cocking her head when she hears a familiar voice as she approached. the question of WHO was only answered when the two collided. “ it’s okay, ” it’s going to stick but she still smiles when she takes a step back. she’ll assess the damage later. “ it’s okay, ellie, it’s just a splash. ” the next action, an embrace, unwarranted & sudden but as warm as mira could muster when she wraps her arms around the other. “ ellie, we have been so worried about you, ” some have been worried, other congregation members have been disappointed but she pulls from the hug without muttering that admission. “ i feel like it’s been forever, what’s been going on, is everything okay ? ” because, at least for mira, missing church on your accord was unthinkable.
After giving up three hours of her afternoon to her mother’s stall, braiding the hair of sweet and bratty little girls alike, Sienna was hiding out at a table, a picked at dessert on her plate as she sunk uncharacteristically into her chair. She’d been feeling unlike herself as of late, with the whispers that seemed to be bubbling up all over town. It was an unspoken agreement between the young adults of Lockhorn County that it wasn’t exactly an appropriate topic, but there was a supposed long gone game on the brain of many of them lately. Seeing someone slide into the empty seat across from her, she raised her eyebrows and offered a small smile. Sienna never tired of socialising, but she was grateful to talk to someone above the age of twelve. “You having fun?” It was an empty question, but friendly. She was always friendly… well, mostly. “Personally, I’m regretting wearing animal print. Some of these grandmas are so judgy. Like, alright, I get it, you think I look like a lady of the night. You’re sayin’ it with your eyes, do we have to do this all day?”
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SHE IS NOT SHY PER SE, merely feeling cautious. if these whispers are keeping her on edge, someone who is keen at forcing optimism in unruly situations, she can only imagine what it’s doing to the rest of the community. so, not shy, and not wanting to be alone as she approaches a table distanced from the rest of the crowd, a jazz solo cup in one hand when she sits across from a, thankfully friendly face. “ yes, yes, i’m having a blast. ” and, in spite of simmered worries, it was fairly evident by the beam on her visage . lips upward, teeth showing, and a bubbly timbre never losing its touch. not even at the mention of judgmental grandmothers. the reference only encourages a laugh from mira, knowing all too well of what those judgy faces looked like. “ they don’t even care to be subtle . pretty hypocritical for women who practically invented bra burning, what, thirty years ago ? ” although comparing animal print attire to a movement that only a few hundred women participated in seemed a little far-fetched, it didn’t stop her. “ ignore them ! the animal print is super rad, VERY CINDY CRAWFORD. in fact, i encourage you to judge back with your eyes. that will really stick it to them, i’m sure. ”
❝ listen as your day unfolds, challenge what the future holds; try & keep your head up to the sky. lovers, they may cause you tears, go ahead, release your fears: stand up & be counted, don't be ashamed to cry. ❞
[ MIRA ROSE ISHII, SHE/HER, CISFEMALE, MIDORI FRANCIS ] is a TWENTY-FOUR year old ASSISTANT SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER from PROSPER, WV. They are SACCHARINE and BUBBLY but also IGNORANT and INGENUOUS.
BASICS
FULL NAME: Mira-Rose Ishii
NICKNAME(S): Mira, Mi (me), Rose
BIRTHDAY: June 23rd, 1972
AGE: Twenty- Four
HOMETOWN: Prosper, WV
BIRTHPLACE: Prosper WV
RELIGION: Catholic
FAMILY
MOTHER: Beth Rose Taylor
FATHER: Hikaru Ishii
PET(S): A pet goldfish that she thinks she had since she was 4 but it actually kept dying and her dad would replace it without her knowledge. She will describe him as: the longest goldfish to ever live, for that very reason. His name is MISTER ROGERS
APPEARANCE: Standing at five foot two (and a half inches depending on who she wants to impress), Mira’s short jet black hair sits neatly just above her shoulders. Never a frizz out of place. Her dark brown eyes are always kept untouched by any make up, not even a single swoop of mascara, and while her cheeks are naturally rosy she does have a tendency to add some extra blush to highlight those features. Her lips often painted red or nude with gloss.
STYLE: DENIM DENIM DENIM. And floral! She can dress denim up into any occasion she wishes, and she has. A nice white dress with a denim jacket to cover, denim overalls with a long sleeve floral shirt underneath. Denim jeans with a button - up, denim jean shorts. However she can also be seen wearing midi skirts and long dresses on special occasions. None of this seen without one of her many handmade WWJD’s bracelet strapped around her wrist. A color for every occasion. Ones she tried to hand out during conversation plenty of times.
FAMILY: 18 months before she was born, her parents were pregnant with Rai Ishii. He was meant to be their first pride and joy but difficulties during childbirth unfortunately led to his demise. It was hard on their parents, from what she heard, so they quickly tried for another and that’s when MIRA became a concept. She was extremely close to her dad when she was younger. He was her best friend, they spent almost every single day together. He owned his own restaurant and she found enjoyment in watching him cook and interact with the customers. She truly idolized him, but one day he was just gone. It was sudden and unexpected. 14 at the time, her grieving process was cut short when she decided to put all of her attention into being the child her mother yearned for now that it was just the two of them. There had always been distance between her and her mother, one she was quite aware of since she was six years old. It’s not too bad anymore, it was only hard at first because her father was no longer there to protect her from her mother’s quick irritation and need for perfection, but Mira learned to adapt without him. .
FRIENDS: Although it was different when she was younger, now it’s no longer hard for Mira to make friends - just for them to.. you know, want to hang out with her. She’s an extrovert and can make a conversation about anything, it doesn’t take much for her to consider someone a friend. Holding the door open for her? Congrats, you’re now in a 20 minute conversation about the last movie she saw at the drive - in and you probably shouldn’t mention your favorite artist because she WILL make a mixtape. However, she does find that she unintentionally attracts those who are quite opposite of her, as if the universe (or God, as she refers to it) knows that they may need the light and love she is always willing to give. Most of her closest friends are older members of the church, she longs for ones closer to her age. No matter how delicious Gretchen’s homemade meat loaf is, it just isn’t cutting it anymore.
LIVING SITUATION: Currently she still resides with her mother in Prosper, a three bedroom household. Biggest room given to her mother. The second given to her, it’s always kept tidy, white walls with accented floral wallpaper stretched around the room. Photographs of Amy Grant and Spice Girls calmly hung up. The third is used as a computer room, unwatched VHS tapes piled in drawers, it’s her favorite room as her mother barely goes in there. It’s where Mira gets to sneak away to message strangers who just get her on AOL.
WORK: Mira is a Sunday school teacher! For no reason other than the fact that she thought it’s what made sense. She’s been there for a few years now, going from assistant teacher to now having her own classes. She enjoys God, enjoys the kids, enjoys watching them learn and grow, but she isn’t completely content with where she is career wise. She finds herself questioning a lot more in the book she teaches from than what she’d like. She finds some of the parents rude and snotty. She finds waking up super early on a weekend lame, but her patience and love for the kids is what keeps her there. Unbeknownst to her mother, she’s saving most of her earnings to move out.
SCHOOL: Mira was smart enough. Enough that high school was a piece of cake; the education part at least. She participated in plenty of school activities: school plays, DARE programs, ran for class president but didn’t have the popularity to pull it off. She wasn’t bullied per se, but she was weird, extremely sheltered, and kids had no problem pointing that out. College, however, is when she excelled. In college she met so many other people from different cultures. People who were kind and didn’t make fun of her. It’s where she had her first “Real” kiss (because kissing under the slides in grade school does not count), her second secret boyfriend, and it’s where she truly shined. She made sure to always be the very best in school, and while that was tougher to manage when she went to college, she quickly learned that short cuts in life weren’t always a bad thing. She’d cheat on her tests, get her homework finished by some guy right before her second class, and would feel extremely guilty about it: but the validation given to her by her mother when she saw the good grades made it worth it.
ASPIRATIONS: Mira wants to run a business like her father did. Her own restaurant with bible quotes decorated all over the place. When she was younger she dreamed to take over her father’s restaurant but as time went on it never worked that way. Her mother believes it’s best for her to stay pretty so that she can eventually find an attractive and wealthy man to have a family with. She feels icky about that thought but it’s the aspiration she thinks is best to have to live an easy and calm life. Perhaps she won’t be completely happy, but at least she’ll be safe.
RIVALRY: The rivalry is extremely upsetting to her. She loves everyone equally and finds it frustrating that others can’t do the same. The epitome of: I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy... She never bought into the idea that you should hate someone because of where they’re from but it’s hard for her not to have judgement towards the people of Hazzard based on things she hears. True or not, her mother has enough disdain towards them that her ignorance rubs off on Mira.
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