pastelice wrote:
Micah pulled up in his car at the abandoned factory, looking at the rugged and rusty place. He grabbed his pocket knife from the glove box, something he started to carry frequently ever since he got mugged. He felt gingerly around the wound on his forehead, wincing at the sensitive cut as he touched it. Looking around, he was very early, around 1:15 to be exact. Pressing the button on his pocket knife, the blade flipped open, the afternoon sun glinting on it harshly. He looked up, his anxiety sparking as he felt the unfamiliarity of the new place.
He turned the key of the car, the ignition shutting off with a satisfying sound. His light brown eyes flickered about, the veins in his skin showing through as he watched his surroundings. Suddenly, he felt ashamed. Old Micah wouldn't have been afraid, he probably would've strolled into the place with no fucks given. Old Micah wouldn't have been paranoid like this. Old Micah would've asked Penny out on a date already and with confidence at that. Hitting the steering wheel aggressively, he was angry with himself. Why couldn't he be his old self anymore? Why was he always paranoid with anxiety? He came to the realization of what self-hate was quickly, only in the span of some days.
Sighing, he picked at his nails subconsciously as he glanced at the time on his watch.
1:22 pm
(sorry for the long message! i thought i'd show some nice insight and character development on Micah)