(( Cross posted from HERE. This is a stand alone threads for letters, texts, and other things related to Michi. ))
Michi and the Letter
Her night out in the cold had come to an end sometime around 5 AM. Viki, unapologetically (which needed to be added), had unlocked the door and slid it open enough to startle Michi awake.
The mix matched blanket made make-shift bed had been Michi's target for the rest of the morning. She huddled within the confines of those multiple blankets until she warmed up enough to do something more.
First on the list? She made sure to do the dishes and finish the laundry. She didn't want to risk Viki returning home again and getting angry.
After that? She ventured down to the lobby of the apartment building.
She felt lucky to take the elevator, as it was out of order the night before, maybe that was a little spark of good luck she needed! Things were looking up!
I'm not a poof by doing this.. Michi thought to herself.
She totally wasn't a poof! This was normal, right? She wanted to make a new friend. Well, do would be friends call each other hot? Michi once said Addie looked nice in her outfit during some Mad Hatter party, but was quick to back it up with `But I'm not a poof or nothin'..`
She had written it in the letter at least once. Maybe that one time was all she needed to get the point across?
The more she thought about it, the more she realized she was reminiscing about the target of her letter; which had been Yasmin. The way she danced and lip synched on the stage, the outfit she wore, everything just seemed to connect so well with Michi that it drew her right in -- like a moth to a flame.
She shook her head then. Shake, shake, shake. Shake out those thoughts! She wanted to just meet her. She knew the woman did a radio show -- exactly, that's it! It was a good way to get Trash some attention on the public airwaves.
"Michi, you're a genius." She said to herself with a happy nod of her head.
Outside of the building she'd go. The mail drop-box had been only a block away, so she got there without much delay. Michi made sure to zig-zag about different puddles; it was like a game of the floor is lava!
It had rained during the night... and yes, Michi sadly had to huddle outside on the porch throughout it, but that was last night! She was trying to be happy and hopeful. Things were looking up. After all -- the elevator worked! Maybe she'll have a string of good luck today.
Michi looked down to the bulky envelope she held as she stopped in front of the mail box. A deep breath taken, held, and finally released only after she dropped the envelope into the box.
"Right," She told herself with a nod. "Today is going to be a good day!"
Michi turned around...
right as a car sped by.
A splash of dirty water met her head on.
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Michi and Letters
"Ugggh.. this is so ******' gay.." Michi said with a groan.
A pen pinched between her teeth had been given a small nibble. She seriously had no clue what to write. Even with Addie and Misery's help, she could not put pen to paper. Finally, she had gotten fed up enough after watching random interracial porn gifs on Rhyddit... mind you, all of this had been on her phone, so she had to squint while viewing much of it ( and she'll swear she was doing it for research purposes ).
Nevertheless - it had, somehow, brought her attention back to her current task.
Writing that latter.
and the fact that she should probably get a better phone. That screen is seriously too small.
But, yes. The letter.
Michi scratched at the side of her head. Trying her best now, she'd begin to write...
Yas,
So I'm trying not to sound gay as **** and stalkerish right now. I sent you that latter with my bands EP and ****, and you might have written me back but I never got it. I don't live at that place anymore, thank whatever ******* god exists. But, okay, I'm not trying to sound like a total poof or nothing so don't take this the wrong way. Because, maybe you didn't write or anything, and that's cool, and I'm NOT trying to be a stalker right now. So if you didn't write back or something, just throw this away because :: a good two sentences are scribbled out, but some words could be made out, like `gay as ****`. ::
But yeah I still want to hang out if you want to. You know, we could make music together.
:: there's more words scratched out ::
Look. **** it. Here's my number xxx - xxx - xxxx*
But seriously if this is all stalkerish or some **** please don't feel weird
Michi
"... That's.. Good enough.." Face in palms after she shoved the note into a envelope.
Michi and the Letter
Her night out in the cold had come to an end sometime around 5 AM. Viki, unapologetically (which needed to be added), had unlocked the door and slid it open enough to startle Michi awake.
The mix matched blanket made make-shift bed had been Michi's target for the rest of the morning. She huddled within the confines of those multiple blankets until she warmed up enough to do something more.
First on the list? She made sure to do the dishes and finish the laundry. She didn't want to risk Viki returning home again and getting angry.
After that? She ventured down to the lobby of the apartment building.
She felt lucky to take the elevator, as it was out of order the night before, maybe that was a little spark of good luck she needed! Things were looking up!
I'm not a poof by doing this.. Michi thought to herself.
She totally wasn't a poof! This was normal, right? She wanted to make a new friend. Well, do would be friends call each other hot? Michi once said Addie looked nice in her outfit during some Mad Hatter party, but was quick to back it up with `But I'm not a poof or nothin'..`
She had written it in the letter at least once. Maybe that one time was all she needed to get the point across?
The more she thought about it, the more she realized she was reminiscing about the target of her letter; which had been Yasmin. The way she danced and lip synched on the stage, the outfit she wore, everything just seemed to connect so well with Michi that it drew her right in -- like a moth to a flame.
She shook her head then. Shake, shake, shake. Shake out those thoughts! She wanted to just meet her. She knew the woman did a radio show -- exactly, that's it! It was a good way to get Trash some attention on the public airwaves.
"Michi, you're a genius." She said to herself with a happy nod of her head.
Outside of the building she'd go. The mail drop-box had been only a block away, so she got there without much delay. Michi made sure to zig-zag about different puddles; it was like a game of the floor is lava!
It had rained during the night... and yes, Michi sadly had to huddle outside on the porch throughout it, but that was last night! She was trying to be happy and hopeful. Things were looking up. After all -- the elevator worked! Maybe she'll have a string of good luck today.
Michi looked down to the bulky envelope she held as she stopped in front of the mail box. A deep breath taken, held, and finally released only after she dropped the envelope into the box.
"Right," She told herself with a nod. "Today is going to be a good day!"
Michi turned around...
right as a car sped by.
A splash of dirty water met her head on.
_____________________________________________
Michi and Letters
"Ugggh.. this is so ******' gay.." Michi said with a groan.
A pen pinched between her teeth had been given a small nibble. She seriously had no clue what to write. Even with Addie and Misery's help, she could not put pen to paper. Finally, she had gotten fed up enough after watching random interracial porn gifs on Rhyddit... mind you, all of this had been on her phone, so she had to squint while viewing much of it ( and she'll swear she was doing it for research purposes ).
Nevertheless - it had, somehow, brought her attention back to her current task.
Writing that latter.
and the fact that she should probably get a better phone. That screen is seriously too small.
But, yes. The letter.
Michi scratched at the side of her head. Trying her best now, she'd begin to write...
Yas,
So I'm trying not to sound gay as **** and stalkerish right now. I sent you that latter with my bands EP and ****, and you might have written me back but I never got it. I don't live at that place anymore, thank whatever ******* god exists. But, okay, I'm not trying to sound like a total poof or nothing so don't take this the wrong way. Because, maybe you didn't write or anything, and that's cool, and I'm NOT trying to be a stalker right now. So if you didn't write back or something, just throw this away because :: a good two sentences are scribbled out, but some words could be made out, like `gay as ****`. ::
But yeah I still want to hang out if you want to. You know, we could make music together.
:: there's more words scratched out ::
Look. **** it. Here's my number xxx - xxx - xxxx*
But seriously if this is all stalkerish or some **** please don't feel weird
Michi
"... That's.. Good enough.." Face in palms after she shoved the note into a envelope.