shylarah"Don't mention it." He gave her a friendly smile and shook her hand firmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Belaziri. I'm Mitchell, and that whole ordeal really spiced up my morning walk. So thank you!" He then scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, at a bit of a loss. "So, uh...is this it, then?"
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Mitchell turned his head and smiled. "Sure thing, babe," he said, draping an arm around the woman's shoulders. Despite the friendly smile he threw a brief, piercing, threatening glare toward the men and made sure to make second-long eye contact with each one. It was the kind of thing that communicated that yes, he would likely lose fighting them all, but he would also land one or two in the hospital.
With that, he turned in the opposite direction and steered the attractive lady alongside him, ambling away from the suckers and whistling.
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Indeed it is.
He looked on in surprise at the woman and glanced behind her to see a group of honestly nasty-looking men following her. "Absolutely," he said, wondering if he could distract or intimidate them. As he was clearly outnumbered, he decided on the option to distract and picked up a rock, hurling it at one of the guys. "Now duck into a shop or something. This might take a few minutes."
What to do, what to do. Mitchell tutted in thought, eager to get out of this undersized dump of an apartment, and quietly slipped out to escape the smell of a small amount of smoke caused by bad cooking wafting around the place. He headed into the downtown area; it wasn't a long walk for him. He whistled as he chose a random route to take. It was his day off. He had time to get lost.
Mitchell rolled out of bed with a disgusted groan at the sound of the telephone ringing. Assuming it was for his roommate, he slowly sat up, stretched, and relaxed as the ringing ended, followed by the sound of a rough voice addressing the caller: "What the hell do you want at this time?" He rolled his eyes. It wasn't like it was 2 in the morning, but it was a small improvement from living with his mother.
He brushed off the tragic realization that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, and went through his usual morning routine.
"Telemarketers!" shouted the roommate. "Can you believe 'em?"
"Yes," muttered Mitchell.
Definitely interested
I'm fine with anyone who wants my char.
Name: Mitchell Newberry
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Gem: Opal
Appearance: 
Personality: Slightly shy, but warm and friendly.
Normal clothing: A blue hoodie and baggy jeans.
Clothing for the ball: The suit and all are black and pretty typical, except they have small colored threads (blue, purple, green, etc.) subtly sewn in so that they catch light at certain angles. Mask: 
Personality: Slightly shy, but warm and friendly.
Normal clothing: A blue hoodie and baggy jeans.
Clothing for the ball: The suit and all are black and pretty typical, except they have small colored threads (blue, purple, green, etc.) subtly sewn in so that they catch light at certain angles. Mask:
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