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He’s also a very sharp kid, and keeps his head when backed into a corner. He’s a good improviser with whatever’s handy, and can very well ‘make do’.
Also, apparently he can wield a crowbar as a weapon. Because why not.
What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo? Since he will have been pulled out of a coma in canon, he could appear wearing only a hospital gown and with an oxygen tube hooked up in his nose, but I would prefer if it’s possible for him to come with nothing at all save some nondescript clothes, if it can be done?
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Third-Person Sample: While Michael slept, he dreamed.
He dreamed of falling. Falling off the roof, David beside him, and he knew what was coming but couldn’t stop it - he could only watch as he fell slow-motion through air like molasses towards the pavement. A silent yell made its way to his throat, but when he opened his mouth to let it out, he heard no sound.
On the lab table, Michael’s fingers twitched.
He dreamed of watching his mother and girlfriend crashing and screaming through the floor with an operating circular saw in hand, how that moment of watching them disappear was the most frightening moment of his life, far and away beyond David standing over him and about to finish him off. It was definitely the worst moment of the worst night of his life. That time he did hear himself scream, but it was all his could do, release this hoarse cry of Kelly’s name as she plummeted out of sight.
He moaned quietly in his sleep as the scene replayed, over and over. The only change was the intermittent flash of memory of discovering his father’s dead body in the freezer, perfectly wrapped in plastic, eyes still wide.
His body was beginning to fight the sleep, but he hadn’t got control of his limbs back from the coma yet; there were sounds, though, and the drawing together of eyebrows, and finger twitches like he was looking for a hand to hold.
Michael’s dream changed. Now it was just David, looming in the dark, a bloodied kitchen knife in hand. In fact, now Michael looked, David was covered in blood - too much blood for any one person to survive losing. Some of it stuck between the man’s teeth when he smiled.
Michael’s eyes flew open in the lab room, the glare from the light he was so unused to from nearly a month of unconsciousness blinding him almost instantly, so that he was only left with an impression of the room he was lying in. It was a room he did not recognize.
Slowly, alarm bells starting going off in his brain.
Where was he?
First-Person Sample: [ The feed cuts to a very close shot of a teen boy as he fidgets with the device on his wrist, figuring the message-creating business out. He’s been examining what messages he could find on the thing for a few minutes, so he might as well take a crack at it. It’s not hard, but he’s peering at it closely until it works, then pulling it out to talk at it properly. ]
Okay. [ The camera tilts as he adjusts the device on his wrist. ] Kelly? Mom? [ He’s wasting no time looking for the people he cares about, clearly agitated and worried, but his voice is hushed like he doesn’t want someone to hear. Not that it would help if David had access to this network. ] Sean, Beth… if any one of you can hear this, anyone at all, you leave me a message here, okay? Leave me a message and I’ll come find you.
[ He looks around like he’s expecting a crazy murderer to jump out from behind a corner any minute now. Technically, he is. ] If you know anything at all about what’s going on, that’d be reaaaally useful bonus information right now, too, but mostly I just want to know that you’re okay, where you are, a-and where David is. The rest we can address later. [ There’s an unevenness to his voice before he mentions David. Michael sighs, sharply and heavily. ] Call me.
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It's father figures or male figures of authority he has the most trouble with, especially if they are trying to/are set to be authority figures in his life. It's not that he expects to see murderers around every corner, far from it, but upon meeting someone like that his mistrust would be obvious. They'd get the benefit of the doubt upon first meeting, but should he not like even one shade of their behaviour, those people get no second chances. Once someone fails this unofficial test, too, it would take a very, very long time for that person to redeem themselves in Michael's eyes. He has always been a very independent and self-sufficient boy - in many ways, even aside from his learned mistrust of authority figures, he doesn't feel he needs one to get on with his life.
I hope that helps!
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