jim had a gig at one of the older bars in the bronx that night. though for this one, he was able to rehearse before actually going on later that night. he practiced one song with the band, pausing and repeating in a few places as the tech crew did a sound check. as soon as he was given a thumbs up, jim hopped off the small stage and walked up to the bar to order fries and a drink.
he took a seat beside someone, glancing over at them before the arrival of his food stole his attention. “ever since i was a kid, this place has had the best fries.” he nodded before whispering, “don’t ask how i got in here as a kid.” he smirked.
*・ﾟ — MIKAEL FOUND HIMSELF IN DESPERATE NEED of a peaceful moment, where he could drink without worries and work on the manuscript of his new book. Many would avoid bars, but he always enjoyed the small Bronx bar, and he found himself visiting whenever he could. The people were the real treat, however, and he took a long sip of his beer, waiting for the inevitable social interactions that would follow. He was not disappointed.
"Really? I find that's what people say when they want to talk about something," he commented as friendly as he could, turned his body to the other and raising a brow. "So - How did you get in here as a child? I'm sure it's an entertaining story."
— hey demons, my name is damian, i’m 19 22 and i never learned how to read. here i am again to bring you another trash child !! this is mikael and he is what milo thatch would've been if milo was a grumpy boi !! this time i bring you a shorter bio but i love my child very much even if he shouldn't have rights. he is trying his best, however and i can't fault him for that. come hit me up if anyone would like some plots! and again, feel free to add my d*scord, /dana scully’s eye roll/#0386 !! local dad thinks aliens are going invade earth and the only safe place is in the lost city of atlantis, more at 9 /finger guns/
♔ — hey, is that JESSE LEE SOFFER? oh no, that’s just MIKAEL EDDWARDS, the 33 year old CISMALE who is an AUTHOR, and live up in QUEENS. i’ve heard they are HETEROSEXUAL, and HONORABLE + RESPONSIBLE, but the bad tongues say HE can be APATHETIC + CYNICAL. they are known around new york as the LINGUIST, but only time will tell if that’s true. worn out leather jackets smelling of nictoine, plain black shirts carefully folded and put away, books piling around a cozy apartment smelling of fresh coffe.
TW: death, car accident mentions
life is unpredictable. you can be king of the world, and with a snap, you can lose it all. it's impossible to tell what is coming, how lasting happiness will be. all we can do is keep on living, and hope we survive the troubles that are thrown at us.
Mikael Eddwards has been conceived during a sea expedition in search of the lost city of Atlantis — a quip he desperately wishes his parents wouldn't have babbled about extensively, but one he has a fondness for, nevertheless. The fact is accurate, as absurd as it sounds. Mr. and Mrs. were famous explorers, archaeologists seeking thrills in the dangerous corners of the world. Weeks spent at the sea led to Mikael being born months after, in a tent at the dangerous forests of Amazonia. He seemed to enjoy the rain and the smell of wet dirt, calm and pilant in his mothers arms as the parents waited for their team to arrive and fetch the family.
New York, for the firts years of his life, had been a home Mikael dared not call home, for he barely spent more than a few days in his parents apartment before they were off to adventure. Chirp, caring, and loving, the Eddwards' did not want to spend a single moment away from the son, hence why Mikael was always taken with them, no matter how dangerous or far. The boy, quiet and calm, was much different of his parents, but he did enjoy the trips. At four years old, he had seen much more of the world than most. His parents were careful, of course. Mikael was young, and he was deaf, so they were mindful of him, and remaimed by his side all through the trips. Growing up, he was taught sign languages, and many others, and was homeschooled. He didn't have much contact with other children, but he favored it that way.
When Mikael was eight years old, his parents were driving home late at night under a heavy storm, which prevented from seeing doom coming. The accident left Mikael with a few broken bones, bruises, and no parents.
At the funeral, the boy stood duly to his aunt side, his grief silent as tears streamed down his face. He had never been good with sharing his feeling, no matter how much his aunt tried to comfort him. He is thankful for her, her patience and love, but Mikael always shoved everything he felt deep down in the base of his spine, in a place where it could never grow under the sunlight, and bore with his troubles on his own.
The adapting process was difficult, with Mikael withdrawing and getting into fights in school, but his aunt was there by his side, raised him doing the best she could, and Mikael grew attached to her. Deep down, he knew no one would replace his mother — and his aunt didn't try, but he couldn't help seeing her as a second mother, anyway.
He discovered his passion for writing soon, and it was something he explored all through high-school — whenever he was not covered in bruises from fights he often forgot why he started. His few friends were supporting, and Mikael found himself pursuing journalism in college. He spent most of his time at parties and in bed of girls he could hardly recall the name of, but he had been a bit of a player since high school. He did not like commitent, never felt like he could do it. He was distant by nature, and prefered the company of books and maps than of people more often than not. He met his fiancé in college, however, and they have a kid together. *WC in the main*
Becoming a father sobered Mikael up, and he published his first book in dedication of his child and lover - which was an immense success. A sequel came soon after, and Mikael is working on his third one. The book is about Atlantis, of course.
He is obsessed with mysteries and the lost city, and he travels around the world as much as he can still.
Mikael uses a hearing aid, but he takes it off from time to time when he is tired of people.
He is an amazing father and his child is his world!
He burned his kitchen last week.
Aliens exists!
WANTED CONNECTIONS
Drinking buddies, college friends, childhood friends, his agent, neighbours, exes, people he can be dork with, anything really !!
