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[2014-05-19 22:03:53 +0000 UTC]
"i'm a wild boy"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 6; Deviations: 0; Watchers: 54
Watching: 60; Pageviews: 2487; Comments Made: 18; Friends: 60
# About me
Misha Collins
『 Actor, Anti Misha 』
Your name is Misha Collins, and you are an actor who is best known for your role as an angel named Castiel from the CW show "Supernatural". First off; You cray craaaaay! You feel you have to be around people, or you will lose it. Literally! Your insecurities could eat you alive. You have a hair-trigger temper too, which often means your friends are very afraid to upset you; there's no telling what you'll do if you're made angry enough. Nobody wants to find out. You always wear shades. You sometimes randomly start laughing and then you'll suddenly stop. You hear your life through music; it's all about music, laughter, smiles and fun. Once any of these ever stops, you'll drop dead.
" now give it to me, give it to me with that flat chest~! " ;D
voiceclaim + faceclaim © misha colins | singing voiceclaim © Ken Ashcorp | anti concept and admin © Umbrony
# Comments
Comments: 30
/ plops head in his lap /
/ kinda just u g h /
/ hands kinda on stomach as well /
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/ o h it's a meesh |D
/gently strokes his hair
" are you okay, sweetie?
do you need more medicine? o n o "
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"Thanks for the chocolate!!" (AKA watch)
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" eh. no problem. :U "
[[ my pleasure, dear |D <3 ]]
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[[ O M G
MAYBE- ]]
" n ob o d y may wear m y s h--
....
fine - . -;; "
/hands em over
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{ n OW
omg thank ye
/ wears them while yelling timber yolo }
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[ a little growlite named cassie needs to
cALM DOWN HOLY ]
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Casey was just walking along on the way home. He was having those urges. The Dark Passenger just wouldn't leave him alone. But he couldn't just lash out. The eighteen-year-old had been keeping a close eye of a priest who claimed to be a righteous person. Lies. That priest was terrible. He killed children. Poor innocent children who trusted him completely. And he defiled them, and killed them so they wouldn't talk. It would be the priests turn soon. But not yet. No, he had to wait for the perfect time to strike. So for now he waited, watching, and planning.
Casey was completely lost in thought at the moment. He did this often when the Dark Passenger was unhappy. But he was a master at ignoring it. After a while it had stopped bothering him whenever the Dark Passenger came calling. Of course, it helped that he faked pretty much every emotion he knew. He'd done that as long as he could remember.
Casey hadn't been a happy or unhappy child. Harry and Doris Morgan, his adoptive parents, had noticed this from a young age. He had no memory from before they took him in. He only knew that the Dark Passenger had been there since he was really small. Harry had taught him to control the urges by taking him hunting. But that only worked for so long.
After Harry died, Casey and his adopted sister, Deborah, had been left alone. Being eighteen, Casey was legally old enough to be alone. He took care of Deb. Rather, he let her live with him even though she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, just like him. They had a mutual standing: He stayed out of her business, she stayed out of his. It was a simple enough life.
Once she graduated high school, Casey was sure Deb would probably start working on getting into the Miami Metro Homicide Unit. That’s where Harry had worked, and she wanted to make Harry proud. As for Casey, he was working towards forensics. He wanted to be a blood spatter analyst. What better place to work than forensics? It kept him from being a suspect in a murder if they ever found one of his bodies. Not like that was going to be done easily. He left no evidence, trace or otherwise, and the bodies were at the bottom of the ocean. The only way they could possibly be found was if someone was looking for them,
Casey was so lost in thought right now that he almost didn’t notice that he was about to run right into a telephone pole. Luckily he looked up right before he could run into said pole. “Oh-” he stopped walking, and sidestepped, before continuing walking. He still wasn't paying attention as much as he should, though. This was a bad habit of his. He would often get lost in thought, and space out, thinking about memories, or of future kills, and sometimes even scenarios of how things might happen depending on if he does something.
Casey had planned to go straight home. He honestly had. But that was before he realized that maybe he needed a bit more research. He checked his watch. The priest would be at the daycare center now. Maybe if he hurried he could catch the priest as he was leaving and follow him to wherever he would go next.
Stalking would be a strong way to put what Casey was doing, but not entirely inaccurate. While the killer did not like the term, he supposed it was true to an extent. He had to follow his victims to be sure that they were criminals, and follow them more to learn their schedules, and where they did their crimes, as well as when would be the best opportunity to take them out. It was like a stalker, only with good intentions. Sort of.
The teenager made it to the daycare center right as the priest was getting in his car and driving away. Casey knew he wouldn't be able to match the speed of a car, but according to the schedule he had mapped in his head from three weeks of following the guy, the priest was headed for the nearest coffee shop, which he knew a shortcut to.
Upon reaching the coffee shop, Casey got himself an iced coffee and a doughnut, and seated himself where he could keep an eye on the priest without looking too suspicious. He had to be more than 100% positive before he would even attempt to make the kill, and when he was sure that this was the victim he needed, he had to be sure he was 100% ready to do the job. Sure, it left the Dark Passenger unhappy a bit longer, but he perfect kill took time and preparation.
(Here you go. Casey be creepin in coffee shops ijust-)
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Misha himself wasn't doing so well. See, this part of his life was called "running". Love the running, right? It's gotta be the best part! But I guess I should probably explain.
Misha was on a roll; running as he'd never run before- from a rampaging horse. A horse, in the middle of Michigan, chasing after a mostly well known actor. I'll be. It was rather quite unusual, and if you'd ask Misha about it today, he'd probably completely and totally agree with you. Amongst not really wanting to talk about it. I mean come on, why would such a usually timid creature chase after you if you've done nothing? But that was the thing. Misha had done something.
It'd started simply enough. Driving his car through the countryside, enjoying the breeze that wooshed by as he had the windows and top down, doing 95 on deserted country roads. He had the music blasting and everything. It had all been absolutely perfect. But things quickly began to go downhill when Misha had found an abandoned barnhouse. The young actor had always had a strong sense of curiosity, and it often got him into trouble. This was one of those times. It also didn't help that he had terrible methods in approaching things like, say, I dunno, a calm wild horse?
Anyways.
Misha had seen the empty barn and parked his car in front of it, climbing out to get a closer look. He'd walked inside, and sat right down in some hay, flopping back and closing his eyes. He even considered bringing his prime self here for a weekend alone! It was a beautiful barn, nice and big with empty stalls, and it smelled very nice. The fact that the nagging smell of dung hadn't hung in the air was an indication that the barn had been deserted for a good while now. All the better! Misha hated the smell of animals. It really irritated his nose.
So Misha had just been relaxing, when he heard a noise from outside. He'd curiously risen from where he'd been sitting in the hay and walked outside to inspect. It turned out to be the neighing of a wild horse; that had come to graze in the grass nearby the barn. Misha was surprised, but more than happy for the company.
"Hey there, little guy!" He'd said, even though the horse was the farthest thing from little, standing at about six feet tall when on it's four legs. It was brown with white markings on it's snout and back and sides. Very pretty. Misha actually thought the animal must of belonged to someone, but the fact that this was an old barn and it was miles away from any others or any kind of civilization at that, almost gave Misha a guaranteed reason to believe the animal was wild.
Misha had then walked over to pet it, extended a hand to it for it to sniff, first. He knew a bit about horses; his mother had taken him to a horse ranch in Russia when he was a little boy, and he remembered what the breeders had told him about letting the horse "get a feel" for you first. Meaning, the horse would sniff your hand to observe your scent and other things. Misha didn't remember much about his childhood, and his mother probably thought that he wasn't even paying attention at these kinds of things, but he absolutely had been. And they turned out to do him good when he was older, these little "outings"-- "field trips" they took when they were younger. Y'know, going to the zoo and such.
Misha waited until the horse was done sniffing his hand to attempt to reach forward and pet it's snout gently. Apparently, Misha wasn't a very trustworthy person, to which we can probably all agree, with him being the anti version of his prime self. The horse could apparently sense that too, because it reared up and let out a disapproving neigh, and tried to kick him away. Well, Misha didn't need to be told twice. He knew an angry horse when he'd seen one. "Stupid horse," he'd grumbled, backing away.
Don't insult horses, okay? Take it from an expert on this topic, and the actor who's pretty much seen it all. But this horse was wildin' out more than the whole entire Supernatural fandom, I'm telling you.
It was as if the animal had understood Misha's rude comment, because it began to chase him. Charged right at him. Misha had to dive out of the way, yelping. He fell flat on his face, twisting his wrist. He cursed, but had no time to lay there. He had to fucking hustle. I mean hustle. Nobody had ever seen a man run that fast, and probably never will again. Fuck the goddamn car. He had to r u n.
Misha would of had run for almost 70 miles to get back to the city from the countryside- granted that there was a cut through the woods that could actually get you there in about 10 miles. The whole Michigan country side was basically a bunch of winding curving roads, that people would debate led to nowhere, anyways! Good for an exhilarating drive, and nothing else.
That horse must of been on steroids or something, because it was bloody relentless. It chased him all the way back to the city, chasing him through the streets, down the sidewalks, and even through the paths of oncoming cars. Misha was surprised he wasn't dead yet; that the horse hadn't caught him, or he'd been hit by a car yet!
What the fuck was Misha thinking? Running into a goddamn Starbucks with P.O'd horse on his tail.
Misha practically kicked the door down and dashed in, leaping over tables and chairs, and dashing straight through the coffee shop. And a few seconds later, the horse barreled in through the door, sending shards of broken glass everywhere as it knocked aside tables and crushed chairs beneath it's strong hooves. It chased Misha right out through the back door.
Poor Dexter. Many were wondering what the hell they'd just witnessed. But you just never know, in the Antiverse.
[ t h a nk ]
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(I will not match that-)
Casey got out of the way, just barely. He was confused. Why did a horse just run through Starbucks chasing an actor? And was that actor Misha Collins? ... Was he dreaming?
(that's it, that's all I got for that ;; )
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[ yes
cutie here pls
<333 ]
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{ he seriously is adorable
<333 }
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/ casually staring /
/ s o casually /
/ lowers sunglasses a bit /
"fancy fancy
n o t"
/ i /
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" ...
o h you fancy, huh? "
/icant
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/ pushes sunglasses back up /
"Humans are just
u g h-
None of the less I do not fancy that much-"
/ can be token so many ways I /
/ omfg /
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/i
" what's that supposed to mean- "
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/ imdying /
"That is none of your concern"
/ m i s h a has to crack the egg I /
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Welcome to DA!
My name is Geneviève.
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Have a nice day!
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[ o m g thank friend
i'm not new tho, this is an rp account :'D
but you're so nice, thank you so much ma'am <3333 ]
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Oh, I see! What is your other account? :]
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