#verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell!

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verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell!

MITCH YOUNG

LORE:

Ever since he was a kid, Mitch has been nothing but trouble to those around him. From his dad, to the neighbors, to the principal of his old school, this kid could make even the most sane person drop in a matter of minutes. Nobody at his school really liked him, his neighbors absolutely detested him, and his reputation among them might as well have been ZERO ; they just didn’t like his face, so he didn’t like theirs either. With BOMBS on his mind nearly 24/7 and a knack for blowing up everything he could with them or firecrackers he stole from the store, this eight year old brat made life around him a challenge. 

His life changed when he chose to pick a fight with the wrong kid and was forcibly transferred to Ericson’s Boarding School for the Troubled Youth. Other kids around him started to break under his shell ; not only did he gain friends and a younger brother figure, but he learned how to actually coexist with others. 

All good things come to an end, though, and when the apocalypse broke out, every adult he knew turned tail and ran -- all except one. Bitter and cold from constantly being thrown aside, he developed a knack for falling into routines of speaking before he thinks and beating down every walker he could. Those around him mattered more than life itself, and he’d die trying to protect them every step of the way ; life would come with great losses and eight years of strife, but his world was filled with normality that he could handle...

Until a new girl showed up and turned his entire world upside down.

No romance or comedy in this one, no, but she and the kid she brought with her exposed a year long deception their leader had been hiding from them: he traded two of their friends to a group of raiders to fight in a war. THEN, when the guy stepped down and promised to leave, the little kid shot him in the head. No more normality ; no more happiness ; no more Mister Nice Guy. 

He made the group vote and they kicked them out ; however, she returned less than a day later -- much to his initial chagrin -- with terrible news...

Despite reconciling with the girl over what happened, there still laid a threat that was impending upon them: a group of raiders who were the same ones that took their friends from before. This time, they planned to kidnap all the kids, so he and the rest of the boarding school -- and this new girl -- began to work on fighting back against them: barbed wire around their walls, walker heads on sticks, and Mitch’s specialty: making a bomb to explode on them.

Mitch only needed to sneak around to the back of them, place the bomb down, and light it up ; when the bomb went off, they’d all fall back if needed.

Their plan was fool proof -- or that’s what they thought... One of their own jumped out of cover when the thought of finding out about the two girls traded to them came to light. The leader of the group smiled at him at first, but, then when he didn’t come to her like she’d coaxed, she grabbed him and placed a knife to his throat to threaten the others to come out...

When the bomb went off, he threw himself forward at the leader to try to save his friend and, for his trouble, received a knife to the throat. The last thing he remembered before waking up in this new nightmare was the pain of choking on his own blood and the leader, straddling him with her knife poised to strike him...dead in the eye.

Even in this damn new world full of people he doesn’t really care about, he’s still willing to put up a damn good fight if there’s a way to break out of here and get him back to his friends -- alive. Nobody’s stopping Mitch from his goals, not even a bunch of bloodthirsty killers and their little entity, too.

MITCH’S PERKS:

Flip up Some Monsters

Sensing a chance to save another survivor, you spring into action...

If a survivor is being carried by the killer and the killer strikes you, you will drop firecrackers that will stun the killer to drop the other survivor. If you are held by killer and another survivor is hit, a chance to stab the killer is given in a skill check.

“Straight into a fiery explosion of death. Assholes won’t know what hit ‘em.” - Mitch Young 

Cool down: 60/45/30 seconds

Unique to Mitch Young until Level 30, at which point it’s teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Survivors.

Majority Decides

You have a better chance of surviving if you work together, even if you want to have some words with these people, let’s survive first.

When working on a generator with another survivor, the success rate for a GREAT skill check goes up by 10%/15%/20%.  When working on a hook with the Saboteur perk, there is no skill check. 

“Fuck me, huh? Sounds about right. Fuckin’ things up seems to be your specialty.” - Mitch Young 

Unique to Mitch Young until Level 35, at which point it’s teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Survivors.

Expect the Unexpected

It’s the kind of stuff you used to make back home.

The player can plant a bomb anywhere on the map. When the bomb goes off, it alerts the killer as if a skill check on a generator has been missed.

���It’ll work, I promise.” - Mitch Young

Cool down: 60/45/30 seconds

Unique to Mitch Young until Level 40, at which point it’s teachable version can then be learned and taught to the other Survivors.

Best Perks to use with: Saboteur, decisive strike, borrowed time, technician...

#verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell! #long post //

[gciltyascharged]

      Stick stoked the flames, eternally burning before him as knees were given a warm gesture pulled up to his chest and wrapped around with the free arm ; he missed home, he missed Willy, he missed the banter, he missed -- well, he just missed them all! Even the negative aspects of his life there were more preferable to the Hell he’d been thrust into: Louis’s annoying attempts to lift the mood with music, Violet’s godforsaken pushiness, Tenn’s idealization, Aasim’s constant nagging about doing things right, Willy’s abhorrent morning breath, Ruby’s overbearing sense of manners, even Clem and AJ he missed -- they’d grown on him like parasites.

      Most of all, he missed the song Minnie, Violet, and Louis would play for them.

      Right now, he could use it -- he could really, really use it... Grip on stick tightened, burning agony of the heat not recognized as he softly began to hum it -- Don’t be Afraid.

      It’s been on the tip of his mind for a while here, but he’d not been able to subject himself to even sprouting it off, but, with only the eyes of those deranged, thoughtless killers in the background, he felt nothing but peace. There weren’t any survivors back yet ; he could let himself relax like he often would atop the bell tower. It’s not like they’d really appreciate someone singing about HOPE in this situation ; it might come across preachy, so he’d let himself fall into the tunes in the loneliness that came with no one nearby.

      ❝ ...sh away the t ea r s... ❞ -- tap, tap, tap -- ❝ ...way heavy h..rt... ❞ -- stick released, he watched it vanish into the flames -- gone. ❝ ...night...will be over...soon... ❞ Not the full song, nor the end of it, but he’d take it in this moment, letting his gaze drift up toward the sight of a survivor having appeared into the realm once more. Mitch swallowed dryly, letting his emerald gaze flicker back down toward the corresponding flames. Chin fell to knees as he prayed they’d not come in while he’d busied himself in the embarrassing gesture of self-calming methods -- they’d probably just tell him to grow up and man up for it ; after all, they’d been here longer than him, so this must be routine -- must be something they’d fallen used to. 

      ❝ Hey. ❞ 

#IC. থৣ ► ι wαѕ вorɴ тo мαĸe мιѕтαĸeѕ; ɴoт тo ғαĸe perғecтιoɴ. #OPEN. থৣ ► ѕтrαιɢнт ιɴтo α ғιery eхploѕιoɴ oғ deαтн. #verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell! #// when you just want to write a boy comforting himself far away from home

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I think the funniest part of Mitch’s existence in any verse where he’s still in the apocalypse but comes to a group of other survivors is that he actually LOOKS like he’s been in the apocalypse: dirty clothes, smells pretty bad, dirt ALL OVER his skin, disheveled hair... Please, get this boy some clean clothes or at least offer him some of your muse’s if they have extras (and are around his size). 

He’s a dirty child ; he needs some help.

#verѕe: AU | OUTSIDE THE WALLS .✵. wнαт α ѕнιттy world! #verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell! #verѕe: AU | TLOU .✵. wнeɴ тнe vιoleɴce cαυѕeѕ ѕιleɴce ; we мυѕт вe мιѕтαĸeɴ! #// because there are so many times in those verses that he probably encounters the cleanest people while his jacket has stains on it from #// five years ago #// help him please

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Slurps my soda as I make these crude perk icons for Mitch. Boy may be dead, but he’s still alive before daylight. The only thing he’s missing now is the killer that comes with the new survivor --

#OOC. থৣ ► ғυcĸ тнιѕ ѕнιт ι'м oυт! #verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell!

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@nomither said: ❛ It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up. ❜

     ❝ Shit...shit...SHIT... ❞

      Mitch had watched several people in his life die right before his eyes, had to put them down when they reanimated, but the process of getting used to death wasn’t a concept he’d grasped in his lifespan. After eight long years of it, the ten year old that started it all hardening to the living dead, the sight alone could cause him to bundle up --

      This time, however --

      The grotesque scream that rang across the field had caught him off guard, teeth gritting as he realized that someone was in trouble at this point. Fingernails filled to the brim with dirt, blood, and oil released the generator ; the only advice he’d been told about before being forced into this had been: don’t run unless you HAVE to, so he crouched -- it’s not really wise to run anywhere even in his world. 

      Just like any other time he’d been shocked, he froze up upon the sight: appendages like that of a spider were clambering around the hooked girl, her desperate struggle to push it back failing by the second. Mouth hung agape, unsure -- immovable -- of what to speak. It’s when he collected himself that his legs sprinted forward at this moment, wanting to reach the poor hanging victim to pull her from the Leatherface and Saw franchise’s sick games, but, as soon as those boots hit the dirt just before her, those skinny arms flew up and the sickening CRUNCH of sternum penetrated by the inhuman tendril met his ears. 

      Blood would coat his cheeks in the darkness, his emeralds breaking into a widened stare, iron accompanying the amalgamation of flavors in his maw. Saliva was built up to allow him to spit it out and, running his hands across his tongue, he could only add unfamiliar flavors to his taste buds -- the process of running only obtained once he’d caught sight of another figure, though the one who it belonged to caused him to halt. 

      Not a threat this time.

      ❝ I -- I, uh, fuck... No, I -- I’ve seen death ‘fore this...just... ❞ Head snapped back, staring at the bloodied hook that no longer held a body -- no longer had a mass of onyx horrors attached to it. ❝ What the fuck...was that thing? Did we step into the fuckin’ movie EIGHT LEGGED FREAKS?! ❞

                                                                     → *  the  walking  dead  prompts.

#IC. থৣ ► ι wαѕ вorɴ тo мαĸe мιѕтαĸeѕ; ɴoт тo ғαĸe perғecтιoɴ. #verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell! #ANSWERED. থৣ ► eхpecт тнe υɴeхpecтed.

[gciltyascharged]

The Hollow Boarding School

Mitch’s arrival would bring about a new area for the survivors to go through within their trials by the Entity. With a massive courtyard that leaves little to the imagination (tables strewn about, metal sheets with profanity painted upon it, a smattering of couches, and a few trees), survivors are forced to rely primarily on the Admin Building to conceal them from the killer. With a door to the east wing that follows a path down a long dilapidated hallway, filled to the brim with graffiti and furniture strewn about. Once that hallway ends, the dormitories open up to reveal the rooms of children long gone -- nearly all are boarded up but seven rooms (choose wisely because some don’t have windows to flee). Up the stairs the western an office, this place will be their best bet to avoid the killer’s advances behind them.

Mitch would be able to recognize so much, but the path around the cemetery doesn’t lead to where he thought it would ; instead, it opens straight up into the gate of the greenhouse. The creaky hinges alerts the survivors and the killer that someone has entered into that location ; it’s an unfortunate situation, but there’s plenty of space to hide among the rows of plants and science lab. 

Rely upon the windows, the balcony in the Headmaster’s office, and your crouching along those maze-like covers to mask yourselves among the teen angst that fogs the place that only one boy knew by heart (it’s so empty). If you’re truly courageous, you’ll stand near the basement doors where the soft pained moans of a girl can be heard below, though all you’ll find when you creep down inside it is the sight of those familiar four hooks waiting for their sacrifices...

Exit Locations:

Main Gate

Around the back of the Greenhouse

#verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell! #// other survivors: and we JUST got used to the maps we HAD! #// the name is a wip because it's pretty BLAND but you get the point #// the screwy semantics of it is due to the fact you can't traverse the REAL campus so the entity made it more concise #// which would annoy Mitch completely because he'd be like: OH IT'S HOME -- wait a minute...FUCK!

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@nomither said: ❝ history repeats itself. ❞

      Even in an instance where there came no reason for it, Mitch’s mind felt on high alert. A world like this practically fell from the damn sky and on to his lap -- where the hell was he even? Obviously Dorothy wasn’t in Kansas anymore. That explanation wouldn’t help him, so, arms crossing over his chest, legs coinciding with him, he gave the one regarding him a raised brow.

      ❝ Yeah, well, when ya see a bunch of walkers wanderin’ around this place and tryin’ to tear us limb from limb, let me fuckin’ know. ❞ Walkers... That term slipped off his tongue so easily, but, to them, it sounded like he was rehashing some weird terminology ; in fact, the first time he explained himself, they’d countered with a term that left him baffled -- zombies? The hell kind of weird term was that? 

      Zom. Bees? 

      He understood bees, but zoms? What the that even stand for? 

      ❝ -- or zom. bees... ❞ 

      A shaky breath leaving his lips, the younger let his arms wrap around himself, a muttering of an apology leaving him. ❝ This place is fuckin’ me up. I mean, I get what you’re talkin’ about here, but the hell am I supposed to gather from that? ❞ How could he understand what this meant when he hadn’t experienced his first trial? ❝ Quit bein’ cryptic. ❞

                                                                       → richard siken sentence starters.

#IC. থৣ ► ι wαѕ вorɴ тo мαĸe мιѕтαĸeѕ; ɴoт тo ғαĸe perғecтιoɴ. #ANSWERED. থৣ ► eхpecт тнe υɴeхpecтed. #verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell! #// tfw your muse breaks down the word and now it sounds weird to you

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He’d initially be uncooperative upon arriving at The Campfire, not wanting to associate with anyone and keeping his distance out of confusion and mild distrust. A while would pass by before he’s considered for a trial, waiting around and watching the survivors come and go between their situations. Knees to chest and blazing emeralds watching, he stays mostly quiet, zoning out sometimes, tinkering around other times. It’d take a while before he says something in an observational sense after he went through the available items nearby, “I’m making bombs” or “There’s eyes in the distance.” When someone responds, he seems to showcase a mild expression of surprise, but, even though it’s a curt thought stated, it’s still enough for him to break through the barrier of ice that had been formed between him and the others.

After that, he’d start to move closer to fire and sit, legs and arms crossed, before starting up any conversations he could to ease the tension, asking them if they all died before coming here. There’s no way he’d want to admit it but, from the shaking of his hands as he toys around with his little contraptions, the teen is scared. Whatever “walker” filled world he came from had nothing on this one with its darkness surrounding and unnerving information presented -- is it hell?

#OOC. থৣ ► ғυcĸ тнιѕ ѕнιт ι'м oυт! #HEADCANONS. থৣ ► вeнιɴd мe ιѕ тнe вιɢɢeѕт ғυcĸιɴɢ мιѕтαĸe oғ мy lιғe! #verѕe: AU | DBD .✵. ғαce тнe eɴтιтy αɴd wαlĸ вαcĸwαrdѕ ιɴтo нell! #// he's one of the younger survivors so he's like wtf??? wtf????? #// even though he's too proud to admit it