[HUMAN] MIKKELSEN, jasper
Apr 8, 2017 10:56:11 GMT -5
Post by Jasper Mikkelsen on Apr 8, 2017 10:56:11 GMT -5
Male. | SIXTEEN. | Five EIGHT. | November 9. |
█ NAMEJASPER BLAKE MIKKELSEN
█ ALIAS
JAS, JAX, PERRY
█ SEXUALITY
DEMISEXUAL
█ OCCUPATION
HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR
PERSONALITY
Paternal, courageous, intelligent, intuitive, independent, imaginative.
Rebellious, stubborn, suspicious, secretive, sensitive, talkative.
Rebellious, stubborn, suspicious, secretive, sensitive, talkative.
BIOGRAPHY
December 12th, 2006 |
'Mrs. Mikkelsen, your son isn't a bad kid. He just needs a challenge. I've suggested we advance him to year three. We'll keep him here until the holiday, then he'll start with Mr. Magnus in January. How does that sound, Jasper?' His second year teacher had a sugary-sweet smile. She was twenty-odd years old, new to the job, and ambitious. Jasper mumbled inaudibly, clutching his backpack as he sat in the seat that left his feet dangling in the air. It was the seat outside the principal's office, meant for students or parents. He was used to sitting here, and used to the scolding he'd receive if he fidgeted too much, or- heaven help him- left the chair without permission. Now was no exception. Mrs. Candy-Smile wasn't scary, but Dr. Albert, the headmaster looming in the doorway of his office observing the exchange, definitely was.
'My boy? Skipping a year?' The surprise was evident in her voice. It was a fair reaction- Jasper spent more time in this hallway, in Dr. Albert's office, or in a room they designated for detention, than he did in the classroom.
"Mam?" Jasper quizzed. She didn't seem to notice.
'If you think that's best. Anything to stop his misbehaving. I can't come down here every afternoon.' His mom continued. Mrs. Candy-Smile nodded.
'Would you like to meet Mr. Magnus?' Mrs. Candy-Smile asked. His mother nodded. Smiling at each other, the two woman walked away towards the classrooms.
"Mam!" Jasper called. No response. When he looked back at his headmaster, Dr. Albert looked disappointed. Probably the yelling.
'Come now.' Jasper obeyed, slipping off the chair. He walked past the headmaster, taking the familiar seat across from the large oak desk. Dr. Albert closed the door.
march 4, 2012 |
"Run!" Eleven-year-old Jasper jumped up from his cocoon of blankets, heart beating. "Don't split up! Listen to Marty!"
'What's going on in there? Shut the hell up!' Jasper's father. Jasper hadn't heard the door, signaling that the man had come home. Immediately he rushed to his bedroom door, turning the lock before he paused the DVD. In the silence he could hear his own breathing, then his father ranting.
'Shouldn't kids be in bed by now? Where's your fucking mother? Jasper, damn it.' His father was trying the door handle, only to realize it was locked. There were two keys to the door, one around Jasper's neck, and one he'd stolen from his parents hiding place.
'I know you're awake.' The ranting continued. Vulgar, even threatening. Jasper turned his back to the door, ignoring the banging and the string of ranting that followed as he pulled the curtains closed. Without the moon, the room was cast into darkness, only broken by the unnatural glow of the frozen television screen. There he stayed until his father gave up, wandering from the odor to the kitchen. Cupboard doors slammed, house doors slammed, glass shattered- his father's temper tantrum.
Jasper turned down the television's volume, sliding back under the covers before hitting play to resume his movie.
march 25th, 2017 |
'I'm at the end of my rope. He doesn't listen. He's been kicked out of his third school.' His mother stated. A pause. Then, 'You'd take him, tousann? Yes- we can pay for his ticket... Next week? Yes- thank you.'
And so it was decided. Packing up the essentials in a backpack and a large suitcase, Jasper was sent from his home in Paisley, Scotland, to Japan where he would live with his maternal grandmother and grandfather.
'Mrs. Mikkelsen, your son isn't a bad kid. He just needs a challenge. I've suggested we advance him to year three. We'll keep him here until the holiday, then he'll start with Mr. Magnus in January. How does that sound, Jasper?' His second year teacher had a sugary-sweet smile. She was twenty-odd years old, new to the job, and ambitious. Jasper mumbled inaudibly, clutching his backpack as he sat in the seat that left his feet dangling in the air. It was the seat outside the principal's office, meant for students or parents. He was used to sitting here, and used to the scolding he'd receive if he fidgeted too much, or- heaven help him- left the chair without permission. Now was no exception. Mrs. Candy-Smile wasn't scary, but Dr. Albert, the headmaster looming in the doorway of his office observing the exchange, definitely was.
'My boy? Skipping a year?' The surprise was evident in her voice. It was a fair reaction- Jasper spent more time in this hallway, in Dr. Albert's office, or in a room they designated for detention, than he did in the classroom.
"Mam?" Jasper quizzed. She didn't seem to notice.
'If you think that's best. Anything to stop his misbehaving. I can't come down here every afternoon.' His mom continued. Mrs. Candy-Smile nodded.
'Would you like to meet Mr. Magnus?' Mrs. Candy-Smile asked. His mother nodded. Smiling at each other, the two woman walked away towards the classrooms.
"Mam!" Jasper called. No response. When he looked back at his headmaster, Dr. Albert looked disappointed. Probably the yelling.
'Come now.' Jasper obeyed, slipping off the chair. He walked past the headmaster, taking the familiar seat across from the large oak desk. Dr. Albert closed the door.
march 4, 2012 |
"Run!" Eleven-year-old Jasper jumped up from his cocoon of blankets, heart beating. "Don't split up! Listen to Marty!"
'What's going on in there? Shut the hell up!' Jasper's father. Jasper hadn't heard the door, signaling that the man had come home. Immediately he rushed to his bedroom door, turning the lock before he paused the DVD. In the silence he could hear his own breathing, then his father ranting.
'Shouldn't kids be in bed by now? Where's your fucking mother? Jasper, damn it.' His father was trying the door handle, only to realize it was locked. There were two keys to the door, one around Jasper's neck, and one he'd stolen from his parents hiding place.
'I know you're awake.' The ranting continued. Vulgar, even threatening. Jasper turned his back to the door, ignoring the banging and the string of ranting that followed as he pulled the curtains closed. Without the moon, the room was cast into darkness, only broken by the unnatural glow of the frozen television screen. There he stayed until his father gave up, wandering from the odor to the kitchen. Cupboard doors slammed, house doors slammed, glass shattered- his father's temper tantrum.
Jasper turned down the television's volume, sliding back under the covers before hitting play to resume his movie.
march 25th, 2017 |
'I'm at the end of my rope. He doesn't listen. He's been kicked out of his third school.' His mother stated. A pause. Then, 'You'd take him, tousann? Yes- we can pay for his ticket... Next week? Yes- thank you.'
And so it was decided. Packing up the essentials in a backpack and a large suitcase, Jasper was sent from his home in Paisley, Scotland, to Japan where he would live with his maternal grandmother and grandfather.
> SANKAREA ; CHIHIRO FURUYA <
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