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[mickey tyler wyvern]

Spending a Friday afternoon doing rapid costume changes and prancing around the children’s ward wasn’t something new to Mickey in the slightest. What would be new, however, was having someone watch him who wasn’t a hospital employee, a sick little kid, or a visitor to one of those sick children. He didn’t keep it a secret what he did, but he often just phrased it as ‘volunteering’ when he was making casual conversation because he didn’t want to talk about himself for a long time. He didn’t like making a big deal over what he did for the children on those wards, since it was just some fun for him that brought a smile to their faces. He didn’t get paid, or get any public attention and he didn’t want anything either. Mickey was happy to let the heroes and villains come to life in him, play out silly chases that were camp and daft at times, just to take the worries away for an hour or two. The comic book characters had picked him up when he was a kid and being picked on for being a nerd, and they had helped him find the confidence to stand up to his childhood demons and fight them away. He knew donning a mask and cape wouldn’t scare off cancers or diseases, but he hoped they might instil some kind of hope.

Mickey had told Jack he would meet her outside the hospital entrance and take her through to the ward with him. He was sitting on a bench twenty minutes early since he had wrapped his morning errands up quicker than anticipated. With the free time he had nipped inside and picked up some drinks for them both, having to air on the side of basic since he didn’t know how Jay liked her coffee yet. The other night had just been alcoholic drinks before, during, and at that one bar after the concert. He had his costumes in the duffel by his feet and his short hair was already sprayed bright green and slicked back beneath his beanie. Although the staff on the children’s ward knew him and what he did, he didn’t want one of the children to stumble across him out of costume and see what he was up to before he got started for the day. It would ruin the illusion, even if some of them were smart enough to know that it was just a college kid in a costume.

He leaned back, sipping at his own drink and cradling in the other in the holder on his lap, careful it didn’t tip and spill everywhere. Mickey probably spent just as much time here as he did at school or work. He wasn’t always in costume. Some days he popped by to see when would be best for his next few appearances, or to see if they needed anything in particular from him. There were birthdays, or certain sadder stories that led to the nurses calling him to request a specific character. He always complied, even using vacation days at work to make it happen. Mickey would do this alone as his job if he could. However, it would probably remain as his good deed for as long as he could balance it with the rest of his life. When graduation came it would be a new game to play, and then he would have to re-prioritise things. Mickey wasn’t looking forward to it, and it was closer than he liked to think about.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 589!
OUTFIT! Smashing Sweetie!
LYRICS! Fast - - - Luke Bryan
NOTES! <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack wanted to get all her work done that morning so she had the afternoon completely free. She knew she really didn’t need to, that her boss would let her go if he knew why. Hell, even if he didn’t know why, he would let her go. She had quite a bit of freedom at the studio but even she knew better than to just leave and not let anyone know where she was going. If she had plans to do something for the studio she would have been in constant contact with her boss, who was also a friend. But her afternoon would be spent on personal plans so she would be damned if she even answered her mobile phone at all. She didn’t want to be taking work calls through the entire time she was watching Mickey entertain the children. She called out to her boss when she was packing up her things, making sure she had extra batteries and memory cards in her bag because she would rather have too many spares then run out.

She couldn’t tell her boss without everyone else listening in but she tried, waiting until he walked to her desk and leaned against it to tell him she was leaving early to go meet up with Mickey. Of course, she didn’t have to remind him that Mickey was the one Tristan had set her up with though she did have to tell him that she did like him. He was quite sweet and Jack needed someone like that in her life, someone who put others before themselves. It had been a long time since she’d met someone like that and Jay really wanted to see where this was going. If it turned out not to go anywhere at all then Jay wanted to make sure that she’d at least had fun while it lasted. Her boss had been more upset than Jay had been herself when her engagement fell through and Leander basically ran away but for her it had been obvious that he wasn’t ready for the commitment and now Jay wasn’t sure if she had been either.

She was Irish, enjoyed her liquor and Leander was all for rules and regulations. Jay was not. And Jay needed to spend some time with someone who wasn’t going to try and change her but laugh and go along with her, even if in the morning there was questionable new decor just laying around; though Jay felt it was still a bit too early for that plan. Still an afternoon spent in his company, laughing along with the children and snapping a few photos of the whole afternoon was something that sounded really nice to the petite brunette. She pushed her bag onto her shoulder and left the studio, hailing a cab on the street, giving them the address to the hospital, hoping she wasn’t going to be late. Smiling with relief, Jay got the cabbie to stop a little ways back, paid him and got out to walk up to the adorable funnyman. “That wouldn’t happen to be for me, would it?” Jay asked, walking up to Mickey, grinning as she stopped next to him.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 559
Clothes || Pretty Photographer
Music || Gonna Wanna Tonight --Chase Rice
Notes | <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey couldn’t explain how he found the time to balance everything. He just got on with it, and then still found a gap in his calendar to squeeze in that college party on a Friday evening. He liked being busy, and that was all he could really say about it when people asked him what he was doing rushing from one place to another, spraying his hair bright green after class and trying to explain to someone who barely knew him that he was doing it so that he could go to the hospital. He was just a college kid who waited on tables most evenings and weekends. Mickey didn’t expect people to understand it, and he didn’t make a big deal out of what he did mostly for that reason. Too many questions were asked and he didn’t want to spend hours talking about himself or his life. Mickey just wasn’t that kind of guy. He never had been and he doubted he ever would be.

Plus, a big part of the reason why he did all of this for the sick kids was because of his little sister, Danielle. In his mind, it wasn’t his place to talk all about her and what she had been through. That was her story to share with the world, should she choose to, and he knew she hated people fussing about her. To her she had been sick for a little bit, not very long, and then she had been perfectly fine again. Once she had shrugged it off and said “It was only meningitis” in the same way someone might shrug off having a cold. Mickey was both amazed and bewildered by it, but he let Danielle get on with her life. He wasn’t an overbearing big brother, but he was there should she need him, and there were times when she called him for advice just like Violet did when she needed her big brother. He would do anything for his sisters, and there were times when Mickey wished he could do more for the children on the wards of the hospital, too.

Mickey was patiently waiting for Jay. He wasn’t clock watching or worrying. There would reach a point when he would have to go inside to get ready, but there was plenty of time before he would think about calling or texting her to see if she was held up. Before it reached that point though, he heard her voice and saw her shadow falling over him. Smiling up at Jack, he offered her the untouched coffee. “Sure is. But I only know how you like the hard stuff, not the hot stuff, so it’s plain I’m afraid.” He smiled apologetically and then pushed himself to his feet. “Shall we head inside? You can help me get into my costumes.” He tapped the bag where his outfits were and then gestured to the doors of the building. There was no rush still, but the more time he had to change and set himself up the better.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 513!
OUTFIT! Smashing Sweetie!
LYRICS! Fast - - - Luke Bryan
NOTES! <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jay could say she had life all figured out but it would be a total lie. Hell, she never knew what she was even doing from one day to the next, nevermind any long term plans. But she liked it like that. Jack thrived with a busy schedule and she needed people around her who understood that. Maybe they didn't understand being up at three in the morning to head into work, or never quite knowing what she would be doing when she got to the studio or even when she woke up some mornings. There were days when her boss told her to sleep in and would just leave her a text message, asking her to scout locations, giving her the parameters she needed specifically, other days it would just be searching for baubles for the studio. And then there were the days when she didn't even need to go into the studio at all because she had everything she needed at home and a short text message was usually enough to keep her boss satisfied. Not that he actually gave a damn unless they were doing something really important, or they were on location in a different part of the world entirely. Though it was usually those trips that saw the group out all hours of the night and day partying for at least two or three days of the trip. They deserved a good time after all the work they put in! At least, that was her boss's way of explaining it.

She was lucky that way, not to mention the fact that all her work for the studio was caught up and she was just waiting on meetings now more than anything else and her coursework was just waiting for a free weekend to slip in a photoshoot with a couple of friends willing to play model. A Saturday filled with laughter and a Sunday filled with processing and developing and she would be good to go there as well. The only reason she was even a student was because her parents wanted her to have a degree and they hadn't cared what it was. Jay was already doing what she loved, so it had been obvious which major she was going to settle on. Her parents had never wondered either how she could stay on top of everything with the schedule she kept. She was up and out at all hours, for work and for play, she still managed to attend almost all her classes, unless she was off on location and the only time she actually missed any work in studio were those three days she'd been out with food poisoning from that Greek restaurant they'd gone to at lunch.

Jack had been excited for this afternoon. And she wasn't about to miss it for the world. It may have been early but she enjoyed the time she had spent with Mickey so far and wanted to see it continue. Not to mention she never turned down a chance to take a ton of pictures. She already had plans for the pictures she was going to take today. There were two projects she had for her classes to finish off the year and with one in the works, she had ideas and plans and this afternoon would fit in perfectly to an otherwise unplanned project. "Thank you, it was sweet to think of me. I like my coffee just as sweet as my cocktails, in case you're interested. They've probably got something inside for it." She mused, happy that he cared enough to bring her coffee. Jay adjusted her back on her shoulder before taking a tentative sip of the black coffee and nearly choking on the strong taste. "Yeah, that's terrible." She said with a laugh before shaking her head. She would wait until she was inside and able to dig up some sugar before she tried to hot drink again. "Is that the real reason you invited me along? So you would have someone help you into your tights?" She asked, teasing him as they walked together into the hospital and Jay followed Mickey from there. She had no idea where she was going, having been able to avoid hospital visits for the most part.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 713
Clothes || Pretty Photographer
Music || Gonna Wanna Tonight --Chase Rice
Notes | <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey didn’t know much about what the future might hold. He knew it would have something to do with languages. It had to have something to do with languages after four years of college. He might be a translator somewhere, but he hadn’t decided on where or how. He would always find himself trying to help people though, doing his best to bring a smile to the faces of those who needed it. He highly doubted that he would be hanging up his costumes or throwing out his face paints any time soon. What he did here was for the children, but he got a kick out of it, too. Sure, he was usually exhausted and sweaty by the end of what was essentially a one man show, but it was worth it to see some energy and excitement back in those sick children, even if it could only ever be temporary. It was something, and it was better – in his opinion – than cards or balloons that served to remind them they were sick in the first place. For an hour or two they were able to forget, and instead let their minds focus on the story Mickey put on for them. A world of heroes and villains, of bad guys and good men.

If he had been smarter, Mickey might have gone into medicine. He didn’t have the grades though, and he honestly wasn’t sure if he could go into the hospital every day and fight to save the lives of those children. It was tough enough for him now when he heard that one of them had passed away, especially when he had grown used to seeing them. He ought to know better, but he had a big heart and he was too easily attached to some of them. They cheered for him, and booed at him, too. It was impossible not to want to celebrate with them when they had good news and cry when there was nothing else that could be done for them. Languages, at least, were safe. No one was going to suddenly collapse and crash on him when he flitted between one tongue and another. The worst that could happen would be that they got offended because he used the wrong word, but he was well learned in what he knew. If he was making such amateur mistakes at this stage he probably didn’t deserve to graduate.

Mickey laughed at Jay’s disgusted face. He couldn’t get it right every single time, he supposed. “I’ll make a note for next time. Sorry.” He said, apologising through his amusement. His own order was straightforward, a simple latte with nothing fancy to complicate matters. He was an average guy with mostly average likes. It just kept things simple, and often quick when he lived in a house with two sisters growing up. “Oh, I mastered the art of tights years ago.” He said seriously, holding the next set of doors open for her and turning a little further toward the elevators. “I could probably put a pair on faster than you.” He added, pressing the call button twice by accident. “I just need you to be my kidnap victim when the time is right. The Joker always needs a victim, and Batman always needs to save the girl.” He grinned, pulling back his beanie a little to reveal the bright green hair beneath. Then Mickey pushed the hat back into place, just in case. He was always careful to keep everything hidden when he wasn’t fully in costume. He never knew if there would be children coming or going when he got up to the floor.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 618!
OUTFIT! Smashing Sweetie!
LYRICS! Fast - - - Luke Bryan
NOTES! <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack Greyson had known since she was practically a toddler what she was going to do with her life. It was so much more than "taking pictures" but so many people didn't realise that. It was a pity that photography some how didn't qualify or classify as art when it most definitely was. Jay might not have been gearing to become the next Ansel Adams or Anne Geddes, her work wasn't meant to be abstract and interpreted. She wasn't that kind of photographer but what she did was still art. She had been exceptionally lucky though, to have parents who didn't care how wild or crazy her dreams were, they believed she could make them come true. She was extremely talented and had accomplished more before she had even turned eighteen than most in her field dreamed of doing. She's already travelled to so many incredible places for work, she had designers in her phone, incredible people that she was on a first name basis with and could call friends, supermodels and just things a normal twenty year old only dreamt of. These things were reality for Jack. So it was kind of astonishing that she was so grounded and well, normal. Things like that might have gone to most peoples head in the same situation but Jay had never made a big deal about it. And really, why should she? She knew people and people knew her name but she was still like everyone else who put their pants on one leg at a time and had a fight with gravity and her coffee at least once a month without fail.

She was just another person running through New York in a hurry, except her days, if she wasn't sitting in front of her computer editing, were spent running around the city scouting locations for shoots. She had a good eye, one her boss appreciated and used regularly. And Jay wouldn't have had it any other way. How else was she supposed to pay her dues? She needed the experience and she was damn well getting it in spades working at the studio. Plus her boss was great and understood what it was like to be young and in the city. He wasn't old by any means but he still liked to laugh that his time was over even though Jay had spent many nights in the clubs with him and the rest of their small crew. But unlike the majority of those who were single, Jack loved the city but she wasn't built for meaningless sexcapades. It was the one thing about her that didn't fit into society's views of what the fashion industry was like. She wanted what her parents had and yes, she was probably too young to appreciate it but that didn't atop her from wanting it all the same.

Jack laughed, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. How were you to know really? We haven't exactly taken the time to sit down and ask the trivial questions. Basics yes, trivial, no." She pointed out with a shake of her head. She would ask one of the nurses if they've any spare sugar hidden away somewhere in a kitchen or something when they got to the floor. "You probably could. I rarely wear them." She wore dresses but rarely. She preferred to run around in jeans when she had to be out scouting or just shopping. She dressed up when she felt the urge to do so or it was required but usually she was pairing her high heel collection with various styles of denim. "That’s a good colour for you." She teased him. Jack was actually kind of excited about this afternoon. She volunteered a few times but it was mostly reading to the kids because they liked her voice or having a tea with an elderly patient and with how busy she was, those visits were very few and far between. "What if I'm a terrible damsel in distress?" She asked, absently starting to take a sip of her drink before remembering just in time and moving the cup away again.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 689
Clothes || Pretty Photographer
Music || Gonna Wanna Tonight --Chase Rice
Notes | <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey preferred not to have some five year plan. He believed it was only a way to end up disappointed when fate steered a person down a different path. He had ambitions, of course he did, but he felt like that was entirely different to sitting down and making a whole list of plans for where he wanted to be in five, ten years. Even if he tried his best there was no guarantee those plans would come to fruition. He knew what he wanted out of life, but he wasn’t going to turn those wishes into ticking time bombs. The only thing it was going to promise was the addition of unnecessary stress. Things would happen when they were supposed to happen, and only if Mickey did enough to make sure he opened the right doors. Life wasn’t about to hand him everything he wanted on a silver platter if he just sat on his ass and waited for his wishes and dreams to come to him. That was not how life worked for anyone, no matter what people said or did.

He'd figure himself out soon enough. He was like that. Mickey made people worry and panic that he wouldn’t make the important decisions he needed to, but he always did what he had to do. Mickey just didn’t rush into any important decisions, nor did he spend his time overly worrying about stuff when he felt like he knew the answers would come to him if given a bit of time and space. He had been like this when he picked his college, and he was the same sometimes with assignment deadlines, especially if he had a choice in topics. He was just a laidback guy who didn’t jump into everything immediately, even if his mind had been made up for months before he told anyone his decision. Sometimes Mickey just liked to be certain without people influencing him with their opinions or input, especially if they only thought themselves an expert when really they knew nothing about it.

Mickey pulled a face, even though Jay had a perfectly valid point. “I know, but you’d think I’d realise that before I got the coffee.” He said, mentally mocking himself for being something of an idiot. He’d tried to do a nice thing – and it was still thoughtful – but at the same time, he had bungled it up something rotten. “It’s a useless talent, and a party trick I’m saving for the right party. I’m sure it’ll come in useful someday.” He joked, tugging his bag higher up on his shoulder and grinning broadly. “That’s good, because sometimes it doesn’t wash out for days.” It really depended on which brand he got his hands on, but there were times when Mickey found himself with fading green hair hidden beneath a variety of hats while he waited for the dye to finally wash out. Laughing, he let his gaze rest best on Jay. “Just act helpless and innocent, and you’ll be fine.” He promised her, stepping into the elevator and leaning against the wall after pressing the button for the children’s floor.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 531!
OUTFIT! Smashing Sweetie!
LYRICS! Fast - - - Luke Bryan
NOTES! <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

There wasn't actually much in life Jay planned out. Her things for her job and family gatherings but that was honestly it. Everything else she did on a whim. If she wanted to work on studio things from home, she did. Hell, she didn't even go to every class and there was only one professor who even cared. It wasn't like she needed the diploma from the Arts School to make it in the world, she was already doing just that. But it would be nice to have for her parents to hang on their wall, because they would be happier about it than their daughter would be. Her father understood, teased her mother that their daughter was a free-spirited individual who would do as she pleased. And that was very much what she did. Of course, they'd also known since she was a toddler that she would make a career out of having a camera attached to her eye. They weren't wrong but neither of them had thought it would be quite the way it had turned out. None of them were complaining though, they were all just so excited that she could turn her hobby into her life.

Now if she could actually graduate and settle down with a couple kids, life would be perfect; for her parents. Jack wasn't in any hurry to get to that last step at least. She was still so young, practically a baby herself! She did not need to add a child to the mix! No, she still wanted to spend so much time being wild and carefree. It might have been special circumstances that had her parents with a child at her age but as much as he loved them, she couldn't do it. They were in fact, her heroes for doing what they'd done, still managing to finish up school and find good careers in the process. Jay liked kids well enough now but since she was still one herself in a way, she just wanted to be selfish a little longer, travel the world, buy insanely expensive designers just because she liked the shoe or the purse or the way the jeans make her ass look, and revel in nights out on the town, dancing until they turned on the lights again.

"That's what we get for meeting on a night out and not in a coffee shop." She teased with a grin. It was still more thoughtful than she had experienced in the past. "The right party will present itself one day. Until then you could give lessons to new Queens! A new intern at the studio keeps shredding hers." Jay sighed dramatically, though she wasn't lying. She couldn't technically call him a "kid" because he was four years older than her but she had never actually cared about age when it came to nicknames, everyone was either "kid" or "Yank", much to the amusement of her friends and boss. "Helpless and innocent. You make it sound so easy." She said with a shake of her head. She was behind the lens for a reason. "There's a reason I'm not in front of the camera, you know." She told him, leaning on the back wall of the elevator herself. Oddly, she'd never been nervous about getting in front of a camera, which was something her boss made her do from time to time but thinking about standing in front of a bunch of kids, who are sometimes the worst critics, was making her stomach twist and turn.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 589
Clothes || Pretty Photographer
Music || Gonna Wanna Tonight --Chase Rice
Notes | <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey didn’t want wealth and fame out of life. He just wanted happiness. If that meant he drove a car that looked a little worse for wear then so be it. He’d rather meet a girl and settle down with her when they were both good and ready, figure out what they wanted for their little home and family, and then spend his life keeping them laughing. He didn’t want to come home to silence or grumpy faces. He wanted a loud home of laughter, of silly jokes and family vacations; camping, Disney World, even just trips to see relatives scattered across the states, joining them up like dot to dot. He wanted the board game nights, the summer BBQs. He didn’t want all of that right now, of course, because he knew that he was no where near ready for any of it. He wasn’t afraid of responsibility, but he knew there was a lot he still had to learn, and Mickey wanted to be able to offer up a nice steady life for the people he loved. He didn’t want them to be scraping by at Christmas and birthdays with the wages he pulled in as a waiter while he was wrapping up college.

He might have been a goofball, and a regular face at college parties, but Mickey had a steady head on his shoulders. He came from a loving household where they were raised to respect their elders, to appreciate the little things, and to always say please and thank you. He put thought into everything, even a little trinket gift that he picked up as a joke for a friend when they were feeling stressed or down. He had a good heart, but had no time for people who demanded more constantly and who could never be happy with what they had. He wasn’t one for this material world, and he was happy enough to give his time to others rather than waste it on himself and things that people didn’t really need. He raised his eyebrows at classmates who pulled out cell phones, tablets, and laptops. He couldn’t fathom why they needed all three, let alone needed to cart them around with them as they traipsed the NYU campus. Sometimes he felt like he was from a different planet, but then perhaps Richmond was a different planet to New York. A different planet in a totally different orbit.

Mickey nodded his head in agreement. “Upside, I know how you like your spirits.” He said, faking an optimistic approach to the moment. He wasn’t a pessimist by any account, but he liked to be the awkward ray of sunshine whenever a difficult moment came about. Mickey shot Jay a serious look and blinked slowly. “It will be easy. You haven’t heard the voices I do yet. They get pretty terrifying.” He cleared his throat but didn’t put any voice on beside his natural one. “I have a kitchen cupboard that makes it look like I’m a Broadway performer.” He had grown tired of losing his voice when he did these little visits to the children’s ward, and the last thing he wanted was to make anyone sicker than they already were. He stocked up on vitamins, lozenges, and teas, along with a jar of honey his mother sent him, just to make sure he didn’t actually start sounding like Batman on a permanent basis. “Luckily for you, there’s no camera here then.” He teased with a grin, guiding her out of the elevator as the doors parted before them.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 602!
OUTFIT! Smashing Sweetie!
LYRICS! Fast - - - Luke Bryan
NOTES! <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Although her life was planned out pretty loosely, Jack never really considered herself one of those people who had five or even ten-year plans. She knew what she wanted, chased after it with everything she had and went on from there. Photography was all Jay had ever wanted and she had chased after it until she'd landed herself a spot on her boss's team at his studio. She didn't know what was in her future, only knew that she wasn't about to return to her past. She wanted fun and she wanted happy. She didn't want someone telling her what she could and couldn't do. She wanted to wake up in the morning and know there were so many possibilities. The only thing Jack knew for certain about her future was that she would have a camera in her hand the entire time. She knew she wanted New York to be her home base, where she returned to whenever she was back from a work trip, or any trip.

Plus, all her friends and her parents were in the city. The city had been her home for so many years that she couldn't really picture living anywhere else. Dublin would always be her first home, the place where she found her calling but it probably wouldn't be where she retired to when she was ready. And all of that was so far off that Jay didn't have to think about it. She was happy to live her life as it played out, making up her mind, or making plans as they came to her. She wanted to have the ability to say yes to a night out with friends or hopping on the next plane leaving JFK or LaGuardia and seeing where she found herself at the end of the flight. She liked the idea of having someone in her life she could share all that with but she was still so young and wanted to take things like that slower this time around. She didn't want to make the same mistake; though this time, it didn't look like that at all.

Jack laughed, nodding her head. "That you do. It'll be useful information to have when you ask me on another date." She said, eyes bright with humour. She really liked Mickey, hadn't felt so much herself with someone who hadn't known her for forever before him; not a guy anyway. And she was not about to count her male friends among that short list. Though she adored Tristan and Vaughn, they were not men she could see herself with. Mickey was different. After all, he'd invited her to play a damsel in distress for their first date and she could not have been happier about that. "Well, I can't wait to quake in my boots." She told him honestly. She had been looking forward to this since he'd invited her. Jay chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh, honey, haven't you figured it out yet? There's always a camera and it'll be set up with the perfect view of the show." And she'd been hoping this little visit for show and tell to the hospital would find her behind hers in the back of the room. She wanted to get pictures of Mickey interacting with the children. And though she had absolutely no idea he had planned on including her in the festivities, she was still going to get some shots. She just had to set up her very limited equipment while Mickey was changing into his first costume.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 580
Clothes || Pretty Photographer
Music || Gonna Wanna Tonight --Chase Rice
Notes | <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Some people thought what Mickey did was ridiculous. He had enough to handle with his studies and his job waiting on tables, or so they told him whenever he mentioned returning to the hospital for another friendly visit. They were right – to a point. His life was a non-stop carnival ride. He rarely stopped from the moment he woke up until the minute he finally fell back down into his bed. Mickey liked living like that though. He craved the crazy that came with barely having five minutes to catch his breath. He felt like it kept him on his toes, kept him quick witted. Mickey could never be one of those people who could spend a whole day just being lazy unless he was sick. He didn’t know what he would do once the time came when he was too old to work. He was sure he’d go crazy with something like retirement. Mickey didn’t think it could ever suit him, even if he lived the most glorious of lives, and came into his golden years with a full, happy family and years upon years of good memories.

He wanted that full life, felt like he was well on the way to setting the foundations for it, but Mickey wasn’t going to tick off a checklist, or change his path to suit certain dreams. He liked the idea of not knowing what would be next. He was the type who didn’t even ask who had been invited to a party just so he could be surprised if he was reunited with old friends; also, it spared any disappointment if someone he was hoping to see didn’t show up. Plus, in his experience, plans had a bad habit of going awry. If he walked into something completely unprepared then it all came down to speedy decisions, quick reflexes, and his own personality to bail him out of any trouble he just might find himself in. That was also part of the fun. It was that sort of thing that he got to look back on with his friends and laugh about when they got together for drinks and greasy bar food.

Mickey chuckled, pleased that Jay thought enough of him that she might want to see him again. “Let’s see if you survive this afternoon first. The Joker isn’t such a nice guy to dear old Bats.” He teased, knowing that not everyone would enjoy being part of his little performance, even for the sake of some seriously sick children. Mickey couldn’t understand it himself, but there were some people in the world who took offence at every little thing done around them, as though the whole universe had some kind of personal vendetta against them. He had no time in his life for people like that. Thankfully, so far anyway, Jay didn’t seem anything like that. “I’ll worry about that come the day someone finds a way to blackmail me with the evidence.” Mickey honestly thought the worst photographs of him to exist were either drunk, goofy faced ones, or ones of him when he was a child and still being dressed in what relatives bought for him. Though, as he was thinking that, he was untwisting the spandex that too many superhero costumes were made out of. He probably shouldn’t be questioning childhood fashion of the late 90’s when he was willingly about to parade about in such camp fashion – even if it was to make some sick kids laugh.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 586!
LYRICS! Fast - - - Luke Bryan
NOTES! <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack had heard it all before. She was too young to have her life's goals all figured out, too young to already be pursuing them. It was ridiculous, just a statement thrust upon her because she found what she wanted from life before they had. She smiled, she nodded her head and then she went right on and continued living her life because her life wasn't the reason they were bothered, their lives were. Besides, if any of those people actually knew what she did in a day, they'd wonder how she was still on her feet and when she found the time to eat and sleep. Thankfully, she was a ball of energy, only needed a few hours sleep a night and figured she could sleep when she was dead. Life was too short to waste even a minute on something that didn't make her happy. At the end of her days, when she's sitting in a rocking chair at a window looking out on the world, a blanket on her lap, she did not want to think about all the things she should have done. Jack wanted to think about all the good times, all the things she shouldn't have done but didn't regret doing either.

Things were always going to be different for Jay because she chose a quirky field to call a career. It was fast-paced and slow all at the same time and Jay didn't know where she would be when she woke up in the morning. She might be able to work from home, from the studio or be out with the group from the wardrobe department or she might wake to a text message that said she needed to pack her bags and be at the studio as soon as it was humanly possible because they needed to catch a flight out of the damn country. Thankfully, that last one hadn't happened more than twice in all her time at the studio but it did happen; she usually had a day to prepare for those, cancel her plans and bring her sweet pooch over to her parents. But Jay was still so young and she wanted to have a life away from a computer screen or from behind a camera so she made friends, tons of friends so she could have fun nights out. Luckily for her, she had the kind of personality that made friends easily enough and kept in touch with most of them so she had people to hang out with no matter what part of the world she was in; it was great. However, New York was her home for the foreseeable future, perhaps one day she would return to her birthplace and call it home once again but until then, she was living the American Dream on an Irish passport. It all meant, however, that she needed to have people that grounded her in the big apple.

Jay felt like Mickey could be one of those people. She had Coop and Vaughn and so many others but there was a different connection Jay was feeling the wonderful man she was spending some time with. She just hoped that she didn't scare him off with her own antics! Jay knew herself pretty well and knew she could be a bit too much. Her problem had always been reeling it in a bit; she couldn't. "And if I survive with all limbs intact?" She asked, curious if he'd made plans after their interesting afternoon or if he also thought that perhaps he would scare her off. Jay's grin was probably a little bit wicked but all the best times in her life had started with that grin. "I promise I'll keep the blackmail worthy ones in my private collection." She told him, running her hand over the strap of the bag on her shoulder. She hadn't brought a full-sized tripod with her because she hadn't known what to expect so she wasn't even sure if she would get any good photographs but she was going to set up anyway while he was getting ready. "If you don't need any help just before showtime, I was going to see if one of the volunteers or nurses could show me to the room you'll, I mean, we'll be performing in so I could set up myself? It might have been mentioned a time or two but my camera goes everywhere and captures just about everything and this is something that I cannot miss capturing." She told him, adjusting the heavy bag. "I promise no video. I left that camera at the studio." She added, teasing.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 773
Music || Gonna Wanna Tonight --Chase Rice
Notes | <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey might have been in his senior year but he was in no rush to make decisions for his future. He knew there would be an armful of chances to become a translator or find a more specialised career with the languages he knew. No one had ever told him that his career options were so competitive that he needed to start applying now. If Mickey was honest, he’d be happier taking a year or two out from serious work to keep his waitering job on the go and get in more opportunities to volunteer. He was in no real rush to grow up. Hell, if Neverland was a real place Mickey might even have been tempted to follow Peter Pan and his wayward shadow. Instead he would have to settle for knowing he had the equipment to grow up, but chose to defer using it. Mickey couldn’t see the future, but in it there might not be the opportunities to don a superhero suit and entertain some poor kids. He didn’t know what working hours he might end up with, or even where he might be. He had no immediate plans to leave New York or America but if there was an unmissable opportunity then he wasn’t going to be a fool and pass up on it.

There would always be other factors, other things and people to think about. Mickey was a laid back guy who didn’t think there was much reason in dreaming of the next ten years when plenty of obstacles that couldn’t even be imagined. It was like being five years old and insisting to every adult you met that you would be a firefighter. By the time that same kid turned eighteen they might have health difficulties to stop that, or – and this was more likely – they would completely change their mind and find their passion in something else. At five every kid thought they knew the world, could leave home and that night, fearless, and come back as a superhero. Only over time did they see that the world was more complicated than cartoons and fairy-tales made it out to be.

Mickey grinned, tweaking with his clothes while he got them into place with nothing twisted. He straightened up, shrugged, and then met Jack’s eyes with his own blue peepers. “If you make it through then I suppose the very least I can do is buy you a drink.” He glanced in the mirror to make sure he hadn’t forgotten something or tucked something in that should be out. “If you don’t mind being seen with a guy who has neon green hair. Because this isn’t coming off until I have the longest, hottest shower tonight.” He waved her off, agreeing that her idea was a pretty good one. He liked making sure everything was set, that anything he needed to grab was in order and neat so he couldn’t stumble out and make mistakes. “Go on. I’ll be out and ready in five.”

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 507!
LYRICS! Fast - - - Luke Bryan
NOTES! <3