hardhitter_nj: (martyr)
Name : Michael Jacob-Francis *
fandom: Original Character
Topic: Road Trip
Word count : 743 words
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only – not for your character to use in game –unless agreed upon– which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta. The bio sheet-a work in progress and not on front page yet( will be more than just current bio page). ALL comments are considered meta- but he is available for specific in game rp -- if needed]


“Maggie, what’s going on?”

“Just pick me up at the airport, I can’t talk about it. Please, no more questions, Mikey.” Maggie prayed fervently, that her brother would do as she asked, just this once. Normally, she’d let him interrogate her until she told him the truth of the matter or emergency. But not this time. She was risking his life enough as it was by coming back to Atlantic City.


“Please Mikey.”

“All right, just hang tight and I’ll be there as soon as I can, Maggie.” Weary of what was to come, Michael set the phone down carefully and he wondered what mess Maggie had gotten herself into this time. It wouldn’t be the first time that he babysitted Maggie through some tragic event or failed relationship, though the latter was something she usually got over quickly. No, this had the feel of the former and it wasn’t the first time either, that he wished that he believed in owning a gun – he didn’t.

If he smoked, Michael would have gone through a pack by now, from the time that his sister had called to when he made himself ready to leave for the Newark Liberty International Airport. As it was, he did indulge himself in junk food, making a note to stop off on the way to bring some for Maggie as well. It couldn’t hurt and if she didn’t want to talk, then she could at least eat – hopefully. With a drive of 228 miles total and that was only if there were no interruptions, he needed all the distractions that he could weave for her. All part of Maggie aftercare.

All of eighteen and living in a studio, Michael had his own car, two part-time jobs, and he had just officially begun amateur training for his new age bracket. It was a tough schedule, but he still found time to go to church, ever Sunday and sometimes during the week, for a morning service. However, when he took care of Maggie in such times like these, he dropped everything that he could, in order to help.

“Dammit Maggie…”

He didn’t really mean that, Michael thought as he went the absolute speed limit. He couldn’t afford to be pulled over for any reason. Never mind the money, if he was late, Maggie may wander away and he couldn’t let that happen. This was the story of their life. Maggie in trouble or what looked to be trouble and Michael to the rescue. It was that simple and some might think dysfunctional. Borderline incestuous some would say if they didn’t know better, but it wasn’t like that, Michael thought as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and held a Slim Jim to eat, with the other.

Maggie just didn’t operate on the same principles of life that those around her followed. Sometimes she just didn’t see the consequences of her actions until too late and as usual, he was there to pick up the pieces. Michael wasn’t sure what she did this time, but he wasn’t going to pry – maybe next time. Hopefully, he will not have to pry and she will think twice before doing something so unthinkingly. Probably not, but he had to hope. He had to have faith that Maggie could be redeemed.

More Slim Jim and a half a bottle of cola, later, he was a bit calmer. Junk food did that for him. Hard to believe, where it worked the opposite in others. Didn’t make his trainer too happy, but his trainer didn’t have to keep an eye out on Maggie.

He didn’t go to the parking lots, but went straight to the pickup area, where he knew Maggie would be smoking. Yet another bad habit of hers that he overlooked. It was small in comparison.

There she was looking as skinny and lost as he’d never seen her before. There were scrapes in the past, sure, but this … he wondered if she was hooked on drugs.


He should have gone with her. He’d given her far too much credit in regards to being able to handle herself.

“Ready to go home?” He gave her the brightest smile that he could. When she simply nodded, Michael pulled back out into traffic, taking them on a road trip that would lead to his studio. It wouldn’t be like the mad rush to get here and retrieve her. All was well now.

Maggie was home.

For now.
hardhitter_nj: (Default)
Name : Michael Jacob-Francis *
fandom: Original Character
Topic: The Moral Of The Story Is
Word count : 195
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only – not for your character to use in game –unless agreed upon– which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta. The bio sheet-a work in progress and not on front page yet( will be more than just current bio page). ALL comments are considered meta- but he is available for specific in game rp -- if needed]


Dear Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

I am sorry that I beat your son within an inch of his life, as you described to my parents. Thank you for not pressing charges after you heard the full story on how your son called my sister a whore when she was still a virgin. She says that she is and that is the end of the story. Stop staring at the paper like that!

My parents also say that you are welcome over for dinner any time. They ask that you please understand it may be in the best interest of your son and I, that we do not see each other at this time Because I can and will do it again.. So please leave him at home, but give him our best regards.

Thank you again,
Michael Jacob-Francis




“There, son, now after all of that, what lesson did we learn, or moral of the story as it were,” asked Michael’s father as he sealed the envelope and put a stamp on it to mail out in the morning.

“Don’t get caught?”

“Michael Jacob-Francis, go to your room!”

“Awwwh Jeeze.”
hardhitter_nj: (holier than thou)
Character name: Michael Jacob-Francis
Fandom: OC
Disclaimers warning: none
Challenge topic: You are walking down the sidewalk and see something on the pavement. What is it and what does it mean to you?
Rating: pg
Word count: 150
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only – not for your character to use in game –unless agreed upon– which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta. ALL comments are considered meta- but he is available for specific in game rp -- if needed]
[Timeline: 1986 - ages five and eight]

“Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long, you’ll have good luck!”

Snagging of penny and wiping down with handkerchief commences.

“Maggie, knock it off, will ya? You don’t know where that penny has been.”

Lip quibble.

“But don’t you see, we’ll have good luck all day!”

Eye roll as he places Sunday school shoe dangerously close to sidewalk crack.

“And if I step on this crack?”

Thwap.

“Michael Jacob-Francis, don’t you dare…and give me back my penny!”

“Oh, come on Maggie, you don’t really believe that nonsense, do ya? Father Martin says it is a sin to play with all that superstition. You don’t want to go to Hell, do ya?”

Much pouting and near to tears. Would one really believe his sister was the older one here.

“Fine, but don’t tell mom you are picking up dirty pennies from the ground.”

He stifled the urge to roll his eyes again, as Maggie actually kissed the penny and stuffed it into her pocket.

Whatever was he going to do with her?

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