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Oh haaaay. This here character goes by the name of Meile (Mail) Jeevas.
He was born in America, lives in Germany, and is a pimp for his Mello and Near, who are whores.
That's the basics, really.
Heheh.
Same player as
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*Meile usually just sticks to himself, really. He doesn't leave much, and if he does, he doesn't go anywhere important, just to get food. He spends a lot of his time sleeping, out of lack of anything else to do. At the moment, he's laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, playing idly with his battered goggles with an unlit cigarette hanging from ( Read more... ) -
[so he's just gone.]
(Meile's sitting on his and Near's bed, with a few bottles of unopened booze sitting next to him, a pack of cigarrettes on his stomach, and his goggles set firmly over his eyes. One of the cigarettes is stuck firmly in his mouth, lit, and blowing smoke rings. He stares at the ceiling, ignoring everything else. He can't need anyone right now.
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[after the fight! =O]
(Meile is carrying Mihael from the fight. His expression is blank, but there is a bit of an underlying furiousness underneath it. He's ignoring whatever Mihael says to him, as well. Once they reach the room, Meile fumbles for the doorknob, but in his frustration, he can't get it. So he ends up kicking the door, slamming it open, and walking inside ( Read more... ) -
[So near yet so far]
(He's a little better, now. At least he isn't wandering the Mansion with a dull look anymore. He does find that he's starving, though, and so he heads to a kitchen. He sees a Mello... making tea, oddly enough, and pays no mind to him until he remembers that his Near is in Mello's body. That would explain things. He is hesitant, because he doesn't ( Read more... ) -
[drunk like always - private thread]
Everything was deliciously fuzzy.
This was great. When everything was distorted and blurry like this, he didn't have time to think about stupid Mihael and stupid Light and stupid... stupid people. He could concentrate on finding Nattie, even finding Near because Near wasn't a bastard, and Near hadn't bitched at him in the last few hours, so Near was ( Read more... ) -
[Sugar High Horror - private conversation]
It hasn't been that long of a day, but Meile is out. He's on one of the beds, sleeping peacefully for the first time in a few days. He's even grinning a little in his sleep, dreaming about girls and other such things. Mostly girls. But anyway. He's snoring a little, broken goggles in his hand and dangling off the side of the bed.
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[stupid Silent Hill.]
There's a loud bang, and suddenly, in Mihael, Meile, Near, Light, and whoever else stays there's room, is Meile.
He doesn't look like he normally does, though. For one, he's covered in blood. His shirt has a giant gaping hole in the front and back, as though something had gone right through the middle of his stomach, but he isn't injured. His hair ( Read more... ) -
reunion
(It's been a day or two since Meile's last visitor... he can't really remember. Time passes by in odd patterns, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. But it doesn't really matter all that much, since Mihael is still... and Meile doesn't have anywhere to go anyway, not now. Come to think of it, Nattie has been gone for a bit, too. Maybe he got fed up ( Read more... ) -
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(The room Meile shares with Nattie and... shared with Mihael is silent. Nate has gone out to scout for food, the only one who isn't in a a semi-catatonic state, or dead. Meile, whose sitting on the bed and staring blankly at the wall, internally winces at that. And then he forces himself to be blank again. Because it hurts to think he caused-- no, ( Read more... )