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“Call me whatever you’d like. Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Clark offered with a smile. Sure, this wasn’t the ideal scenario to be meeting a mere clone of him, but why not make the best out of an otherwise strange situation? “How are your powers coming along? Do you have them? Kara really didn’t go into details.”

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“Okay, cool.” Conner would have to think about it – right now, ‘Dad’ felt..a little too soon, too intimate for some he just met, even if it was technically his father. But someday, maybe. “Yeah, I have powers. Not all – yet – but most, I think.” Conner replied. He didn’t like getting into the burnout downside unless he really had to – The sickness was brutal, no one knew what to say when he told them, and he hated the reminder it gave – the only thing in his biology that is specifically about being a clone. 

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“That’s awesome, so you’ve had a chance to explore them, then,” Clark smiled. He remembered when he was growing into his own powers, how one came in after the other, how incredibly overwhelming it was. “Maybe we could train together sometime.”

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As they walked, a giggle escaped Matt’s lips every few minutes. “Are you gonna spend the night, El? ‘Cause that would be so fun. I’ll even sleep on the couch! Matt stole a glance over at Ella as they rounded the corner. His stomach started rumbling, and a hand went to his abdomen. “What? It’s not the alcohol. It’s Matt.”

“Oh so totally fun.” She said flatly, but sighed, knowing it was better than her campsite in the woods. Though she felt slightly guilty about taking advantage of drunk Matt. “Yes, I will stay if for nothing else than to a) make sure you don’t drown in your own vomit and b) see your face when you wake up tomorrow hung over.” She said, glancing at Matt when she heard the rumble. “It’s the alcohol speaking, my friend. And it sounds like you might need some food in you, do you have food at home?”

Ohmygosh, that’s so sweet! Thanks for not letting me die, El. Yer the best,” he slurred, another goofy grin spreading across his face. “Food? Yeah. Pizza rolls, some fruits, and some chips I think,” Matt responded, marking each item by pointing at his fingers. 

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He nodded, and a shaky hand reached out and took the business card, holding it between both hands as his eyes glanced over it. Sticking in his chest pocket with one hand, he felt the cool water on his other. He took a deep breath before looking up at the woman. “Thanks,” he said, a small smile on his face. “For calming me down, I mean. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten panicky like that. It’s just-” he started, drying his hand on his pants. “It’s just that these things can’t be explained by logical science. It’s not natural. It shouldn’t exist.” Tom explained in the best way he could. He went to school for medicine. Medical things, he could explain. Supernatural things? Not so much. “How do I know that I won’t get possessed later? Would people notice?”

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Cara returned his small smile with one of her own, shaking her head, “You don’t need to thank me. I understand how scary all of this can be, how hard it is to be confronted by things that for all intents and purposes should be impossible. …I spent my entire life organizing everything into nice neat little rows and boxes, knowing exactly what I wanted, plotting and following through with every plan.” Then the world of the supernatural took over, and that life went out the window. That Cara died. She very carefully shifted on the sleeping bag, moving the hair that had slipped from her ponytail out of the way so that he could see the anti-possession tattoo behind her left ear. “This is how I protect myself. As long as the symbol remains intact, as long as the skin isn’t broken, I can’t be possessed.”

Tom looked at the tattoo hidden behind her ear. “Gotcha,” he said with a nod of his head. “That’s all it takes? A tattoo?” He tried wrapping his head around the whole thing, and he was thankful for this woman, despite being kidnapped by her. “Is a tattoo of that symbol the only way to prevent possessions? ‘Cause I doubt I could convince the important people in my life to go get matching tattoos with me,” he added with a laugh. He remembered the card in his pocket, and realized he knew her name but she didn’t know his. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

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Plotting Guide || Accepting

My muse(s): Matt Donovan

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Character Development Questions — Michael Scofield

Curious about Michael Scofield? He’s a deep character with a lot of layers that are begging to be explored. 

Questions based on this ask meme

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

  • While in prison, Michael slept on his back or side – this was the least vulnerable position for him to sleep in
  • At home, Michael sleeps on his side or his stomach, as this is the most comfortable for him after being on guard 24/7 for so long.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

  • Michael is missing two toes due to a prison incident, as well as having a large burn scar on his right shoulder blade. There are other scars that he received while in prison. (Stabbings, burns, etc)

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

  • Michael has a general american accent, generalized around a Midwest accent. Says things like “outta” instead of “out of,” “gotta” rather than “got to/have to.” He also carries many of the typical Midwest slang and colloquialisms that are popular in the Great Lakes/Chicago area.

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

  • When there is a lot of emotion stirring within Michael, he can tend to have more outbursts. He can also be very quiet if he’s calculating something in specific detail. 

What are their chief tension areas?

  • Michael’s primary tension area is in his neck & hands.

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

  • “Save Me” – by Remy Zero

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

  • Michael sees himself as an overall good person, but sometimes even the best people have to do bad or hurtful things to get where they need to be.

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

  • Both. Michael was diagnosed with something known as low latent inhibition, meaning while one person sees a doorknob as a doorknob, Michael sees the doorknob for every single part, even the ones the naked eye cannot see.
  • He’s a quick thinker most of the time, but when the plan he had set doesn’t go exactly as he had planned and set up, he needs time to think and sort through things.

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness?

  • If he dreams, it’s usually a nightmare of some sort. Fox River changed him, causing more trauma on an already traumatized person. Usually the dream/nightmare consists of losing someone he loves while he is helpless and can’t do anything to aid them.

 Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

  • There were many sleepless nights while Michael was incarcerated. He spent them planning and re-planning the escape, making sure every minute detail was fully planned for. When the original plan backfired, he would pace his cell, trying to figure out a new plan.
  • After his nightmares, he can never fall back asleep, so he thinks about time with Lincoln and LJ before everything happened. He reminisces on the good memories they had together.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

  • Train, because there is less stimuli for his LLI to get fixated on, and he can put some headphones on, pull a hat down over his eyes, and have some control of the stimuli.

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

  • Michael is a Christian, but it’s not prominent in his life. While at Fox River, he attended chapel as a time to see his brother. He speaks about God occasionally, but isn’t really much of a church-goer or a man of prayer.

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

  • Creative Genius, due to his low latent inhibition & high IQ
  • unflappable determination
  • taciturn
  • Stoic
  • teetering on the edge of psychosis

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?

  • Sometimes the amount of incoming stimuli is too much, and Michael’s brain powers down for him, saving him from falling into complete psychosis.
  • Rarely, Michael notices that he’s overwhelmed and can take a step away from things and let himself cool down and be in a quiet place.

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

  • Michael has only known being on his own or with his brother. He prefers to go things alone, but when faced with certain situations, he can be a team player.
  • Being a team player is actually one of his faults, because he puts others before himself, making huge sacrifices to help others, and is often more concerned with other people’s welfare than his own.

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

  • Yes. He can to do both, but if there is a lot of incoming stimuli (pretty much always), he must only focus on one thing at a time

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

  • Best
    • Math
    • Physics
    • History
    • Architecture
    • Art
  • Worst
    • Science
    • Home Economics
    • Economics
    • Music
    • Gym

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

  • Introvert. Michael doesn’t do well in crowds, so he tries to stay close to the edge of larger crowds. During Rec time at Fox River, you could usually find him alone, somewhere along the perimeter of the fence. During block time in Gen Pop, Michael typically stayed in his cell unless he absolutely needed to talk to someone.

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

  • Michael prefers to lead, because he knows if he doesn’t, shit won’t get done properly.
  • He also knows when to delegate tasks to other people and when it’s appropriate to sit on the sidelines and/or follow.

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

  • Depends on the situation, honestly. Michael feels a great deal of pain and suffering from those around him, and he has a severely low sense of self-worth, meaning he will let himself get beat to a pulp. The only time he fights back is when threats have been made to his family, or a family member or close friend is relying on him to stay alive.

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

  • Michael is not one to murder. The memories would haunt him and torture him for all of his life. I think even if he had the chance, he still wouldn’t take it.

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

  1. Happiness and health for his friends & family
  2. A relationship with his parents
  3. (to be determined)

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

  • Michael trusts very few, especially when it comes to his safety and the safety of those he cares deeply about. He also can lead people to believe that he’s trustworthy, when in reality Michael can be pretty untrustworthy at times.

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

  • Michael has been touched starved nearly his entire life, so when he shows affection, it’s huge for him. The quickest way to his heart is through words of affirmation and positive physical touch. If a touch is unwanted, unwarranted, or unexpected, Michael will pull away.

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

  • Due to his time in prison and the connections he made (or lack thereof), Michael has racked up his fair share of enemies. Some in the Chicago Mob, some because he somehow wronged them while in prison.

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

  • Michael follows a usual routine when getting ready for bed. This routine helps him to have some semblance of control in his otherwise hectic life. The routine usually starts with brushing his teeth, washing his face, and changing into pajamas before crawling into bed and reading until he starts to feel drowsy. Then, inevitably, he puts his book away and is wide awake, tossing and turning for another hour or more with his racing thoughts before he actually falls asleep.

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

  • Michael would hug his mom, and tell her how much he loves her. With his Dad he would just want to ensure him that he forgave him.

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

  • Michael fears death just as much as the next person, but he also doesn’t care about it. I think he fears the pain before death more than death itself.

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

  • Michael longs for solitude & silence. When he’s surrounded by others, the voices, sounds, and movements can be too stimulating for him. If he’s in a group and leaves suddenly, he’s taking the steps to remove himself from the situation and stop himself from overstimulation.

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

  • Honestly, as silly as it is, i think it would be cornbread. There’s something about the simple food that he enjoys so much. It’s sweet, but salty. 

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With his eyes still shadowed, Stefan brought up a hand to clean remnants from the corners of his mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. His darkened eyes watched as Klaus fed, a sly smirk pulling at the side of his mouth as his eyes faded back to green. “  You have no idea, he said, licking his lips. It took a great deal of restraint, especially as they sat in a club full of warm-blooded bodies.   Ripper? Sure, if that’s what you call it. I call it dinner.    Stefan cocked his head to the side, trying to focus on Klaus rather than the various heartbeats that flooded his senses. Spotting his prey from earlier, a darkness flashed across his face. “  Care for another? 

                    Eyebrows raised ever so slightly at learning that Stefan hadn’t heard the term. Klaus would still bet his last dollar on being right, though. He’d come across a couple of rippers in his past and they always FASCINATED him. He’d never seen one feed and found himself curious.  ❝ Not here, ❞ he answered.  ❝ I’m rather fond of this club and see no need for suspicion. I know a place, though. ❞  He bit into his wrist and force fed some of his blood to the girl. She awoke, a little startled until he compelled her to be calm and go patch herself up. He got out of the booth, giving her a way out. Once she was gone, Klaus looked to Stefan.             ❝ Follow me. ❞

Straightening his jacket, Klaus led his friend out of the club and through the back alleys of the city. He loved CHICAGO, especially at this time of night. People were careless ; too much booze gone to their heads. Most of the time they were nabbed by police, but Klaus took to cleaning up the stragglers in the shadows of the high brick walls.  ❝ You pick this time, ❞ he said, having a feeling that someone would come stumbling around soon.

Stefan rolled his eyes as Klaus revived the woman, but followed him out of the booth and out of the club. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the rough brick and close his eyes, listening for nearing footsteps. The back door of the club burst open, a young man stumbled out, mumbling about being cut off. Stefan grabbed him by the shoulder and swung him around, his arms pinning the man where he stood seconds ago.   What’s your name?   ” Stefan asked the man, their gaze locking. “  Johnathan. Johnathan Gray.  ” 

Cocking his head to the side, Stefan brought a hand up to caress the young man’s face. “  You know, Johnathan,  he licked his bottom lip as his gums began to ache. I don’t really care who you are. I just want to relive this later.   With that, Stefan dove in, his teeth sinking in as the warm liquid filled his mouth, overwhelming his senses.

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“I know you don’t expect anything, but it’s mine to give.” Clark was pretty chipper, and was fairly excited to have another son. Whether he was made in a lab or not, the boy still had his DNA, and he felt responsible for the young man. “I also realize that this isn’t an ideal situation, and I don’t know if Kara told you, but I like to make the most of things.”

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“Okay,” Conner agreed. Clark had always been a big question mark for him, and while it’s always been Conner and Lena against the world, he was getting used to having more people – family – in his life since moving to National City. It was a good change, he thinks. “What do I – I mean, do you want me to call you that? Dad?”

“Call me whatever you’d like. Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Clark offered with a smile. Sure, this wasn’t the ideal scenario to be meeting a mere clone of him, but why not make the best out of an otherwise strange situation? “How are your powers coming along? Do you have them? Kara really didn’t go into details.”

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