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Mitchell Pratchett

*Exhales smoke* Thats adorable, you think your clever.(WIP)

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a character in “Gold Morality”, as played by Sneakyrio

Description

Name: Mitchell Pratchett

Age:20

Gender: ".....I'm a dude."

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Face claim: Dylan O'Brien

Likes:
- Freedom
- Cigarettes
- Alcohol
- Sassy Chicks
- Music
- Meat
- Nietzsche

Dislikes:
- Oppression
- Ignorance
- People who don't mind their own business
- People who think they're better than others
- Vegetarians
- Plebs

Appearance: Mitch is rather tall, standing at 6'2" and weighing in around 210 pounds. He has mostly solid muscle due to working as construction worker/ Welder since he was 15 years old. He is not particularly bulky, but very toned. His skin has a healthy tan and notany blemishes. His hair black and short, the bangs being long enough to spike up in the front, however.

Personality: Mitch is very much the eternal rebel with the heart of gold....sort of. He is definitely incredibly opinionated, always having a theory or explanation why people or society does the things that it does. He is a professional cynic and world class smart ass. He very much believes that people should ha e the right to do whatever they want.....which he exercises constantly. He drinks when he feels like it and smokes when he can. He constantly expresses the fact that he doesn't want grow old and conform, he'd rather die young before he goes insane and starts shopping at Banana Republic. He is a champion of the little guy and will always stand up to the bigger power. Most insults just roll off of him, he mostly thinks theyre cute. He never tries to impress anyone and simply let's the world form any opinion it wants about him. Though, he's never a straight up asshole to anyone and always will say something supportive to people who he thinks might need it.

History: Mitchell is an orphan. His mother died when he was only a few months old, the only explanation he ever got was that she was "sick". His father died when he was 6 years old due to an aneurysm. He was then thrown into the adoption system.....it was hell. He found he had a real problem with authority and gained a hatred of bullies, due to him getting beaten up....a lot.

Most adults who adopted him were horrible people who yelled at him and called him things when he didn't do what he was told....which was often. He was beaten as well, but he kept strong and he never backed down.

He was eventually adopted by a very stern man because he needed a worker. He was 15 and tall for his age and he went with chuck. He worked with Chuck until he was seventeen, when Mitch dropped a beam on accident and crushed his foot. He was disowned by Chuck and he turned 18 in just a few months.

He wasn't allowed back in the system so he became homeless for a time. That was until he met Trucker. Trucker was a flower child of the sixties and owned a sand which shop. He gave him a sand which and offered him a job. Eventually a place to stay. The two got along well and had more of a friendship than anything. Trucker used to be in a band and was a drummer.itch ended up learning from him and apparently had a massive talent for it. He was also a great showman.

That was the same year he met Kelso. They both had a similar taste i n music and they became fast friends. After a few months, she said she was in a band and was looking for members. Mitch offered his services and he has been a member ever since.

So begins...

Mitchell Pratchett's Story

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Gellar Character Portrait: Kelsey Davies Character Portrait: Mitchell Pratchett Character Portrait: Julia Driscoll Character Portrait: Francis Malory
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"You know what the best part about being poor is?" Mitch asked through labored breaths, aiming his question at no one.

"No, Mitch, what?" He said back to himself.

"All the exercise."

Mitch had been dragging his drum set for over an hour through the streets of the city and now through the quaint lanes of suburbia that was Jules' neighborhood. He had forgotten just how far she lives away from him. He probably should ha e taken up Trucker, his "foster" dad(Even though he hasn't actually adopted him) on his offer of a ride.

"But then I would miss out on all the fun of lugging a patch drum set over 25 miles." He huffed out.

Mitch had dressed himself in black jeans, his black work boots, and a black wife beater. He also had a brown leather jacket that was currently slung over the drum set.

The drum set itself was already perfectly set up on a big wooden platform. It had been haphazardly painted black and had little wheels on each point of the platform. It looked like he had built it himself......which he had.

He viewed through his aviators that he had finally reached his destination. It seemed "The Gang" were all guffawing at one another and all seemed rather excited.

It looked they hadn't noticed him yet. He game e a sly smile and dropped the wagon like handle he had been using to pull the platform. He made his way to the back of it and began pushing it with all of his force. He then jumped on top of it and began to play one of his drum solos as he slid along the sidewalk.

He played for maybe 10 seconds before the platform crashed into the group of trashcans sitting in front of her house. The drum set, his jacket and his army style duffelbag did not flinch.

He however went flying off the platform, barreled through the trashcans, then rolled along the ground. After rollingaybe 15 feet. He managed to get his feet under himself, pop up, and scream at the top of his lungs "ROCK AND ROLL!!!"

He had a couple scrapes along his arms and a bruise starting to form on his right bicep, but his smile was big and bright.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Gellar Character Portrait: Kelsey Davies Character Portrait: Mitchell Pratchett Character Portrait: Julia Driscoll Character Portrait: Francis Malory
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A cheerful voice soon interjected and the visitors were greeted by Julia. Waiting his turn, Francis moved the camera aside to allow for a hug before catching the playful expression on her face. Camera steady, he recorded the older Driscoll's reaction, finding her energy contagious. "Please, who are you talking to." He replied, knowing full well that the others understood how empathetic he was.

Suddenly, Kelsey answered the question Francis had intended for Nick, not that it really mattered. He merely wanted to preserve this memory with his band mates and share it with others who could live vicariously through them. "This is our dream." Kelsey remarked, barely able to contain her excitement. Francis could not help but feel a bit left out, for this was not exactly his dream. Sure he loved playing the keyboard, composing music, but the young man had too many interests and was much too indecisive. Even if this was a dream of his, he may not know until they step on stage at their first stop of the tour, or he just might not know until years later. Honestly, it was a bit disheartening.

Distracted, Francis didn't notice Mitch until the crash jump started his attention. Turning, he chuckled under his breath as the drummer screamed at the top of his lungs. However, once Mrs. Driscoll joined them, he was quick to reply to her question. "Who else."

When she returned, Francis remained where he was and allowed the other members of the band to surround him as they got into position. Smiling brightly, he draped his arms around the two members beside him for the photo. Once they dispersed, Francis headed toward the tour bus, lugging his keyboard and slate grey duffel bag toward the door. When allowed entrance, he carefully maneuvered up the steps to avoid bumping his instrument. Taking in their settings, Francis made a b-line toward the beds, quickly testing each with a firm push of a hand before claiming one of the lower cots by dropping his things on the covers. Satisfied, the young man moved toward the main area and sat down on the couch, staying out of the way of the others. While he waited for the others to become available, Francis took a few panning shots of the bus before pulling out his phone with his right hand and draping the left along the top of the couch, his body relaxed.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Gellar Character Portrait: Kelsey Davies Character Portrait: Mitchell Pratchett Character Portrait: Julia Driscoll Character Portrait: Francis Malory
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The crashing sound seemed to distract Kelsey from her excitement, yet she did not seem to least bit surprised when she discovered who created the mess. Her gray orbs glanced over to find Mitchell standing on Julia’s front lawn. He had run into her trashcans, but judging by his shouts…he was fine. Kelsey crossed her arms are smiled at Mitch. No one would have guessed that they were extremely close. They are complete opposites, but opposites do attract. This guy completes their crazy bunch of misfits and Kelsey wouldn’t have it any other way. As she stared at Mitch, Kelsey glanced back to see Mrs. Driscoll standing at the door way.

"Well, let me get my camera. I want a picture before all of you leave." Her second mother quickly disappeared into the house, and then reemerged with a camera in hand. "All right, everyone all together" Mrs. Driscoll demanded. Kelsey swiftly moved into position. She stood closer to the end, allowing her guitar to poke through. When everyone was together she smiled brightly, anticipating their final group picture before they hit the road.

'Click, Click, Click'

The bright smile on the young girls face faded, and she reached to grab her things. Everyone was here, and now it was time to go. Kelso readjusted her guitar on her back, and used her left hand to pull her suitcase. When she reached the tour bus, she stepped up and pecked inside. The set up was...not she was used to, however she did not have a choice. They were just signed after all. The inside of the automobile had a simple and at a grungy feel to it. Leaving her suitcase outside, Kelso climbed up into the bus and took her surroundings. While she was doing so, she quietly entered the bunking area. Not wanting to sleep under anyone, Kelsey picked an upper bunk. Maybe she could sleep across from Julia and they could have late night girl talk. The thought brought a smile to Kelsey’s face. Moving farther back, Kelsey placed her guitar down neatly, before walking back to the front. She stared at her large suitcase, and cursed herself for bringing it. Hopefully, they would have enough room to store it…somewhere.

With that in mind, Kelso lifted her suitcase on board. If anything, she could take out everything that she needed, and put the case under the bus…or something. Kelso quickly dragged the suitcase to the bunks, and lifted it on hers. She grunted softly, but was glad that she achieved her goal.

“Time to help the others” she muttered to herself. From the look of things, Mitch would need the most help, and a pair of extra hands would not hurt. Kelso exited the bus a third time, and called out to the group.

“Do you guys need help with anything?” While she stood outside, Kelsey realized that she had not acknowledged their tour bus driver at all. 'Way to make a good impression Kelsey' she thought with a disheartened groan.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Gellar Character Portrait: Summer Driscoll Character Portrait: Kelsey Davies Character Portrait: Mitchell Pratchett Character Portrait: Julia Driscoll Character Portrait: Francis Malory
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Julia grinned once more, posing with her friends for the group photo.
"How about this for our first album cover?" She jokes, taking the old polaroid camera from her mum and shaking the picture.
Glancing down at all of their happy faces, frozen in time.

She looks to her parents, still full of excitement and hugging and kissing them one by one, thinking all the time 'I wish Summer were here, she would have loved to see the inside of the bus and say bye to everyone.'

Her joy then ebbs into fear as she watches everyone pack their things, is this really happening? She would often think.
Shaking her head she grabs her bags, shoving them onto the bag compartment of their bus and then turning to see whether anyone else needed help.
Julia then watches Francis get on the bus and decides to follow him, gasping she notes the 'vintage' interior of the massive coach.

Sitting next to her friend on a slightly broken, red couch, Julia looks at his camera and then back at him.
"Its great you brought that, not only for your subscribers but it's memories I know we'll want to remember." Julia nods as she glances around their new home.
"Oh! Where are we going to sleep?" She whispers to herself, getting up and looking in all the pint-sized rooms.
The first she looks in is the grimy bathroom, giggling a little as she mumbles to herself "Oh no! I hope the boys learn to put the toilet seat down."

The next room is what she decided to claim as the girl's, it wasn't the most amazing room, but she liked the 'rustic' feel it held.
A large, extremely old guitar shaped rug adorned the dirty floor, forming the only nice thing to look at in the whole room, with a rusting metal bunkbed on one side, a very small desk (very small) with a matching chair, that looked like it would break apart if you sat on it.
A little record player was situated on the desk, a pile of old vinyl resting next to it and Julia walks over picking one up and studying it.
She nods, playing the record and hoping someone realises what it is.

"This is going to be great." She says, yet again to herself, tapping her foot intime with the music.

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Watching Mitch's performance, Nick lets out a soft chuckle.
"Hey Mitch," He smiles, patting his friend on the back "ever the entrance."
He then looks at the drumset, "You want some help getting that on, it's obviously not just a one man job."

Running inside the coach Nick sets his precious bass down on the sofa, next to Francis "Can you look after that?" He asks before running out of the vehicle once more.
But not before greeting their driver, "Hello, I'm Nick," He greets before adding, "Sorry, got to go." And darting off.

Once outside again, Nicholas sees Kelsey asking Mitchell if he wants any help with the drumset.
"Oh Kelsey, you wouldn't want you to brake a nail," He teases, and the notices her massive suitcase, "Actually, if you managed to get that massive thing on the coach - Maybe we do need your help!"

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Character Portrait: Whitley Jones Character Portrait: Nicholas Gellar Character Portrait: Mitchell Pratchett
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Footsteps and youthful, excited chatter intruded on Whitley's consciousness again.

"Hello, I'm Nick. Sorry, got to go."

"Huh? Whu..." Whitley sat up, his head spinning as one of the boys rushed passed his seat and off the bus. His foggy eyes followed this Nick to where another of the band stood beside a pile that could only mean one thing: drumkit. Whitley groaned as he clambered out of his seat, pulling on the passanger seat for leverage. That was the only problem with the deep comfort of the driver's seat - impossible to get out of. Pain streaked across his lower back. In the back of the van, someone had put Steppenwolf's first album on the mini record player.

"Howdy fellas," he said, hitching up his old jeans as he walked over to the two young men. "Let it hang out baby, do the Baltimore jig," he mumbled to himself. Then: "Name's Whitley, Whitley Jones. Driver for this little adventure you got going here. Now, you're gonna need a hand with that kit? Drumkit ain't gonna fit inside Mona, I'm afraid. Mona's my tour bus. My lady."

The young men introduced themselves - re-introduced himself in Nick's case - and Whitley soon had them to work. "You go up top, Nick, and me and Mitch will pass up the gear. Then I'll come up and help you strap it all down. Hey, whaddya do to your arm, tough guy?"

They worked fast in their eagerness to get on the road, and Whitley could see they were firm friends - almost a band within the band. "So your the rhythm section then?" Whitley grunted as he hoisted a snare up to Nick. "Can't wait to hear you play. Where we off to first?"

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"You know you love me Mrs. Driscoll." Mitchell said in a teasing manner as he walked up to his best friends in the entire world. For the picture he stood behind them and stuck his head between Julia and Francis and stuck his arms around them as well. After the click flash of the Polaroid camera, Nick addressed him. "Would you expect anything else from me, man?" He said as he began to make his way over to his drumkit. When Nick had offered to help, he looked over at him. "Yeah man, thanks. Wouldn't mind putting aside some pride to have a non-broken back." he said.

Nick ran inside to stow away his greatest treasure, while Mitch began fold down his kit for storage. As he began to get things ready, Nick came back out with Kelso as the both offered to help. He cocked his head over to Nick. "Your just jealous because Kelso can kick your ass." Mitch then looked to Kelso. He then spoke in his best Schwarzenegger accent. "Come ovah here Olympia, I need your muscly arms, yah!" Mitch then hoisted the bass drum unto his shoulders.

Right when he was about to move onto the bus. A man that could have passed for Trucker's brother came out, from presumably the driver's seat, and told them that their was no room on the bus for the kit, and it would have to go onto the roof. Oh, also that his name was Whitley. Mitch walked over with the bass drum on his shoulder and shook the man's hand. "Mitch, good to meet you man. I think you and Mona will provide me with a nice slice of home while on the road." He said to the driver as if it was an inside joke.

They then began to quickly and efficiently get the drumkit situated onto Mona.....which is literally the perfect name for a bus. Whitley then asked where they were going first. Mitch looked over at him. "I'm pretty sure our first gig is in Tampa? Anyway, everyone is an incredibly talented musician.....and then there's the drummer, me." he said with a bit of self-mocking laughter. He never really counted himself as a musician as all he does is bash plastic cylinders with wooden sticks.

After they were finished, Mitch decided to make his way onto the bus with his sling and jacket to see what it was like. Whe he stepped inside and saw the interior he froze.......it was perfect. It reminded him of home He closed his eyes and bowed his head in prayer. "Thank you, oh great Mooned Keith, for bringing unto us, literally the least trashy and overly hyped tour bus that was within your power. Our journey is a long one and it is comforting to know you are watching over us...Amen." He then walked forward a few steps, turned around and fell back ward right onto the floor in front of Jules and Francis. He then put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.

He had heard Jules comment about the toilet seat. "I plan on retaining my right as a "Chauvinist Pig" and do whatever I want in the bathroom as long as it stays in the bathroom." he said rather seriously to her....then began smiling to let her know it was a joke.

He decided to just lay there and wait for them to get going or something!

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Character Portrait: Whitley Jones Character Portrait: Nicholas Gellar Character Portrait: Kelsey Davies Character Portrait: Mitchell Pratchett Character Portrait: Julia Driscoll Character Portrait: Francis Malory
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'Tampa? Okay, kinda a home gig then?' But the drummer had already bound on board Mona, another bundle of excitement, albeit a broader, taller, stronger bundle. What had he said about a slice of home? Whitley shook his shaggy grey head. He wasn't sure he'd ever had a band this young on the road before.

'Nick, get in here, man, I'll give you all the tour,' Whitley called up, and mounted the steps that opened onto the driver's seat.

'Alright, umm, dudes,' he called forward to where the rest of the band had gathered in the cramped shared area Whitley called the lounge. 'Uhhh, I ain't a schoolteacher type, so how bout I make this real quick while we're waiting for the tour manager. I got an itinerary here somewhere but we'd better hang on I guess.'

Nick came up the steps behind him, the rest of the band traipsed up the centre aisle. The low ceiling brushed Mitch's head. 'Right, I'm Whitley, and this is my seat,' he said, slapping the leather upholstery. 'That's my only rule, man. No-one sits in my seat. Alright? Alright. That's my guitar,' Whitley went on, pointing to the ceiling, where a battered acoustic hung by its strap from two hooks. A veritable forest of pine air fresheners hung from a dial on the dashboard. 'And that's my sound system,' he said, pointing at the dial, a CD player and a collection of buttons. 'Turns the speakers on and off all over the bus. We'll have us some good times with that. Y'all like Foghat?'

Whitley shrugged at the perplexed faces. 'Alright. Where most of you are standing, that's the kitchen.' The young musicians looked about their cramped surroundings. Kelsey, Julia, Mitch and Francis barely fit into the room, which was essentially a corridor. On the right as Whitley and Nick looked from the cab, and inset in a wall of cupboards, there were two electric hobs, a small microwave and a tiny sink, all grouped around a 4ft by 3ft window. The countertops were clean, but worn; in a couple of places cracks had been covered with duct tape. 'Go on, poke around.'

They hesitated; perhaps they felt like they would be intruding. Never mindd, Whitley thought. They'd soon feel at home. Kelsey was first to get involved, pulling open the cupboard to the right of the inset. Inside was a fridge. 'Don't have much call for keeping stuff on the road,' said Whitley. 'Just pick up milk when we stop places. Wanna tip for on the road? You know them tiny cartons of long-life milk? Rob as many as you can from diners and truckstops. Takes twenty of them to wet your Cheerios, and they taste like hell, but they're good forever.' Whitley lent past Julia and opened a cupboard on his left. Inside was a refuse sack full to the brim of of the tiny cartons. 'Got hundreds of them in there, help yourself!'

Whitley shuffled forward, pushing everyone back into the lounge. A rickety fold-up table was currently down on the left side of the room; a similar table was folded against the wall on the right. On either side of each table, facing the direction of travel and against the direction of travel, were low benches covered in worn red velvet. A seam was burst on one, and dark yellow foam protruded. The carpet was faded orange, and though it had obviously been recently cleaned, not a square foot of it wasn't stained. There were a number of cigarette burns on the left hand side of the carpet, though not on the right. Whitley saw sharp-eyed Francis had noted this. 'Smoking on the left, non-smokers on the right, see?'

Beyond the 'lounge', through a heavy felt curtain, was the sleeping area. On both sides of the narrow corridor were two bunks, each with another felt curtain across it. Beyond these, on the right, were two more bunks and, on the left, a dressing table and large wall-mounted mirror surrounded by lightbulbs. 'See?' Whitley grinned. 'I thought of everything, man. You girls got your own damn powder room!' Whitley assumed the surprise on Julia and Kelsey's faces was due to gratitude, not shock at the spartan conditions. 'Yeah, I know it's, like, harder for girls on the road. There's... well, there's not a lot of privacy in here. There just weren't girls and boys in bands together back in the day. I drove Tammy Wynette's crew once, but Tammy had her own bus. Man, her boys were dirty dogs...'

'Anyway, down there's storage. I see most of you already stowed your gear, I'll go tie it down later, just in case. And past that is the toilet on the left and the shower. It don't run hot most of the time, but it'll get you clean.'

'So,' Whitley proclaimed, turning proudly to the band. 'Whaddya think of my lady?'