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Miles Richardson

"Maybe my hands are not made for gathering rosebuds."

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a character in “Welcome To Greenview Apartments”, as played by Miss Nomer

Description


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{ "With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come." }


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Name
Miles Richardson

Age & Nationality
26 [ American ]

Hometown
Washington DC

Occupation
High School Theatre Teacher

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

Room Number
206

Room Appearance
Room




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Acting || Working With Teenagers (It Takes a Certain Kind of Person to Deal with High School Theatre Kids) || Singing || Playing the Piano || Memorization || Controlling His Emotions || Good With Animals || Near-Perfect Immune System || Creative || Playwright || Doing Laundry { "I fold a mean towel." } || Beautiful Handwriting || Goes Above and Beyond for Students || Honest || Loyal || Romantic || Doesn't Take Himself Too Seriously ||

Weaknesses
|| Terrible Stagefright || Can be Overcritical || Self-Loathing || Rather Bitter for Someone So Young || Terrible Cook || Disregard for His Own Health || Two Left Feet || Rotten Liar || Very Lazy About Little Things || Poor Money Management (He's always spending all his money on scripts and plays and movies) || Susceptible To Toxic Relationships (He's the sort who feels compelled to take care of or fix people, which can lead to becoming very invested in people who hurt him) || Can't Hold His Liquor (So He Avoids Drinking) || Nicotine Addiction || Hates to Be Alone ||

Fears
Stage Fright || Miles didn't always have this problem. However, ever since he panicked on the opening night of his first professional show and had to be replaced by the understudy, he can't handle being on stage. His hands shake, his face flushes, and his mind blanks- he becomes completely useless. And he loathes himself for it.
Deep Water || There isn't really some deeper explanation of this- Miles doesn't swim because he's convinced the moment the water is deeper than he is tall, he'll drown.
{ Disappointing People || Growing Old }


Secrets
The Show || No one knows that he panicked and had to be replaced by his understudy for the opening night, because his identity was kept a secret for publicity purposes. Because of this, no one who wasn't involved in the show knows that he screwed up, and he prefers to keep it that way because he's ashamed of it.





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Personality
{ Self-Deprecating, Caretaker, Stubborn, Humanist }
Although one might get along a brief while without realizing it, eventually no one can fail to observe the lack of self-worth that Miles has. It is seen in small, subtle ways- perhaps the occasional verbal beratement of himself, the muttering of "fuckup" when he has made some minor error or another. It is in this sort of look he gets sometimes when working with students, when he doesn't think they are looking, when he is seeing how much potential they have, and believing himself to have none at all. Now, Miles was never exactly arrogant in his youth, but at least before his self-deprecation seemed more joking, and while he may have sometimes struggled to have faith in himself, he never really thought himself incompetent in anyway. Now, he sometimes worries that his students deserve better (of course the schools can't afford better). He will replay situations where he has messed up in his head constantly. It isn't, mind you, that he hates himself. Miles has no desire to end his existence or harm himself, he doesn't think that the world would be better off without him. It's simply that in his youth, he had this idea of a wide, open sky- and now he is painfully aware that there are zones that he doesn't have the clearance to fly through. This does not mean Miles is never happy or has no faith in the world. Quite the opposite, he is a humanist who genuinely believes in people. He is capable of moments of perfect joy, of laughing out loud and enjoying himself. It's simply that all of his faith is directed outwards. All in all, it is perhaps an isolated cynicism: he believes that other people are filled with potential, and that this has left him with none.

This belief in the potential of others has been with him since childhood. He has always felt that people can change and grow. It is likely for this reason that he has always been a caretaker of sorts- in relationships, he has often found himself with girls who needed some sort of emotional support, with girls who he thought he could help and take care of. Perhaps he isn't the best of cooks, but he has always been someone who takes it upon himself to make sure others are okay- he has always had this sense of obligation towards others. While this makes him an excellent friend, it has created unhealthy relationships in the past. He will try to date people he thinks need help, need to be fixed. Some people don't want help and don't want to be changed- in these relationships the other half becomes resentful, or sucks him dry. A true performer, Miles is always trying to give. Unlike a performer, he doesn't know how to draw that energy back. And so he is left drained.

This reflects in his teaching style, in the way that he cares for his students. He's the sort to spend hours over casting not because the best choices aren't clear, but because he doesn't want anyone to felt excluded. He always chooses shows with large casts and ensembles, and creates events that allow everyone to be included. Students have been upset in the past over doublecasting or the fact that the plays are usually written before the 1950s, but he does this so that there will be more roles. At least they can bond over being angry at him, and he's more than capable of taking teenage anger: he's a stubborn man, after all. Miles is a man of values that he is incapable of swaying from him, the sort of person who does not change his mind once it is made. It can be difficult to sway him with anything short of master-level convincing. Of course, he can be a bit forgetful, so perhaps he'll vocalize a decision and later forget he's done so: a loophole in his stubbornness. The expansive amount of theatre knowledge crammed into his head seem to leave little space for things like where he left his phone, has he posted the cast list, did he leave the stove on, etc.




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Plays || Teaching Drama || Shakespeare || The Classics || Musicals || Broadway || Manuscripts || Talented Students || Techies || Singing || Acting || Quoting His Favorite Plays || Takeout || Doing Laundry || Building Sets || Diet Coke || Mint Gum || Discussing Plays || Cast List Anxiety || When Everyone Is Happy With Their Part || Going to See Touring Shows || Living in Los Angeles || Being Able to Afford to Live at Greenview || Snow (As a concept) || History || Laying In the Sun || Coaching Forensics || Seeing His Students Succeed || Cardigans || Experimental Theater || Large Cats || People Who Speak Their Mind || Crowded Places


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Being on Stage || Speaking in Front of Large Groups || The Glare of Stagelights || Coffee || FBLA (For some reason, they dominate the non-sports club funding and pull away from Forensics) || When Students Doubt Themselves || Cast List Drama || Seeing Students Cry (It Happens A Lot) || Feeling Useless || Comments On His Hair || Teenage Cruelty (Kids say things about others without knowing the context that he, as a teacher, knows) || Writers Block || Helicopter Parents || Actor-Techie Segregation || Wool Sweaters || Ticket Prices || Buying New Clothing || Hardback Books || Himself || Being Alone || Windy Days || His Bank Account, Usually




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Miles is the child of two educator, so perhaps it was inevitable that he eventually become one as well. He grew up in DC, where his mother worked for a public school as a principal and his father was the Orchestra Director/Instructor at a magnet school for the arts. Having teacher parents meant that he saw them a fair amount, except around concert times or times where the administration was particularly busy, and this instilled a strong sense of family in him. He only has one sibling, who is ten years younger than he is. This age gap means that he spent a lot of his teenage years babysitting, which is perhaps why he has always been a caretaker of sorts, even if he can barely make macaroni and cheese. Anyway, if you were to ask Miles he would call his youth rather average. He became interested in drama at a young age after joining a drama club in his elementary school. His parents were able to get him into community theater, and from there he became enamored. The role he remembers the most is playing Charlie in a community theater's performance of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. When he didn't have to babysit his little sister, Eleanor, he was working on plays, practicing piano (taught by his dad) or at rehearsal's for his middle school or high school's show choir (He was a good singer and regularly got solos, but couldn't dance for his life, so they involved him just stepping forward while everyone else danced).

When it came time to apply for colleges, his choice was clear: he wanted to major in something to do with theatre. His parents supported him in this when other parents may not have- perhaps partially because his dad had majored in music, something which Miles' grandparents hadn't liked at the time. He attended University of North Carolina for their school of the arts program on partial scholarship, and loved his time there. There was no time between shows, plays often nearly overlapping, and he thrived on the energy of it. He graduated at 23, and a few months later auditioned for the tour of a play that had received critical acclaim the year before. To be honest, his expectations had not been high for himself. While his acting and singing were up to par, his dancing was so-so at best, and he didn't have any connections besides a college buddy who was travelling ASM. But the role didn't require much in the way of dancing, and he had the benefit of looking the part of the supporting character he was cast as. The Tour was to open in Los Angeles, and so the cast was expected to move there for the month or two of rehearsal. So he packed up and left, sharing a suite with several cast members. Everything seemed to be going fine. He was getting along well with most of the other cast members, and if nothing else, never screwed up too embarrassingly. And then, the opening night of the tour: he panicked. Ran to the bathroom, lost his meal, and did not leave for four hours until the show was done, the audience cleared, and most people starting to pack up and go. They had to pull in an understudy.

Mortified and hating himself, Miles resigned immediately. Like the flicking of a switch, he changed his life course. Staying in California, he got a teaching certification and a job in a school in Los Angeles. The first year he was bitter as hell, but eventually found that he enjoyed working with students. And thus, he is where he is now: a self-deprecating high school theatre teacher living in a somewhat quirky apartment building. He's content, or says as much anyway, to remain this way, and not perform on a stage ever again. Truth be told, he's a very stubborn coward.





Played By: Miss Nomer
Dialogue Color: #492320
Face Claim: Kit Harington

So begins...

Miles Richardson's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ashton Montgomery Character Portrait: Miles Richardson Character Portrait: Kyle Ibrahim

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Time- 6:50 || Song- || Outfit- || Feeling- Upset
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Lindsey was in the shower when her phone went off. She popped her head out from behind the shower curtain then quickly darted back into the folds of the warm steam. It was so cold outside of the confines of the little tub, Lindsey took a few deep breaths and ten threw back the curtain and then dashed, carefully because she was all wet, but dashed none the less, to her phone that was sitting on the other end of the counter.
She almost had it in hand when she bumped it with her palm and the unthinkable happened. It slid the rest of the way across the counter top and Lindsey watched in horror as it tipped off the side and plummeted into the toilet.
She stood there, not even noticing the cold biting at her skin anymore, and just stared at the cell phone as it flickered, submerged in the water. I was like everything was in slow motion.
After a moment she let out a long heavy sigh and then groaned and walked solemnly back to shower to finish washing the bubbles out of her hair.
she finished her shower and got dried off quickly then went about getting dressed.
She did her signature simple make up quickly and threw her orangey red locks up and a messy yet cute french twist bun thing. As she left her apartment she wondered if Miles was home and shrugging decided to check. She hadn't really seen him at all that day anyway, a flirty glance across the hall at school didn't count. Smiling as she climbed a few flights of stairs, she skipped the last step and then walked down the hall to his apartment and knocked on the doug in their secret code. She heard foot steps but couldn't tell if it was Miles or Kyle so she just looked at the peephole and smiled widely.

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Character Portrait: Miles Richardson Character Portrait: Kyle Ibrahim Character Portrait: Lindsey Emily Grayson

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Miles has been out of the shower for barely more than a few seconds, just long enough to shake his hair and wrap a towel around his hips, when someone knocks at the door. The rushing of the shower before he turns it off makes him unable to discern the knocks, and thus he doesn't hear Lindsey's distinct pattern. "Kyle, Can you get that?" he shouts, partially preoccupied with searching through his medicine cabinet for his contact solution. He doesn't hear a response from Kyle, and mutters something under his breath. "Fuck it, glasses it is,"
he grabs his glasses, which he prefers to only wear in the house because he purchased them in college and flinches at the fact that he had thought the oversized frames, very hipster-esque, would make him look cool at the time. Now he just worries they look like they belong to Napoleon Dynamite- not that he doesn't love that movie. But Dynamite isn't a character he would prefer to associate himself with in terms of general charm- or dance moves, for that matter.

"Kyle? Who was at the door?" It takes Miles about three seconds to realize Kyle probably hadn't answered the door, and in fact may not have even heard him. Meaning that their mystery knocker has been waiting for longer than is courteous to allow. "Shit," eloquent as always, he pushes on his glasses and run/walks to the door. He opens it just a crack, conscious of his still not-decently dressed body.

"Sorry bout that, I was in the-" Upon realizing who it is, Miles grins and opens the door to let her in. "Gee, does the PTSA know you wear black skinny jeans on your off days? All the worse- what would Mrs. Verbanic say?" he refers to the very conservative head of the English department at the school where they both teach. She is known by the teachers and students alike for being very judgmental when it comes to dress and the like. He gives Lindsey a quick kiss in greeting."Give me a second to get dressed. Come on in," he closes the door behind him and heads off to his room, carelessly leaving drips of water behind him because he had neglected, in his rush, to properly dry off. He tugs on underwear before Lindsey has entered the room, and is already digging through is painfully disorganized closet for a pair of jeans.

"Hey, what do you think the next show should be? I'm really town- Man Who Came to Dinner? The Front Page? Maybe Auntie Mame?" Miles prefers to use older shows because they are more likely to have large casts- and he hates to have to cut people, so the larger the cast, the more people he can give the chance to participate in the show. He's gotten a pair of jeans on by now.

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Character Portrait: Miles Richardson Character Portrait: Lindsey Emily Grayson Character Portrait: Lucas O'Brien

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Lindsey Smiled when Miles realized it was her at the door and not one of the other tenants or their beautifully excentric land lady. She stepped into his apartment but not before almost devouring him with her eyes.
God he really was a gorgeous man.
She smiled as she thought about the ways they could get in trouble if only the had the time.
She slowly walked behind him, being careful not to step in the little puddles he left in his wake.
"Oh but if she only knew of the extracurricular activities the two of us get up to." She said softly as she sat down on his bed and watched as Miles looked for a pair of jeans.
She thought for a moment about the question he had asked her about which show he should undertake next.
"I would have to say my first choice is Auntie Mame!" She rested her chin in her palm and watched as he found what he was looking for, biting her lip as he looked back at her.
"So I'm guessing you should drive but My baby really needs to be taken out."
She pulled out her keys and dangled them from one finger and grinned.
"Wanna drive the Hipstermobile?"
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Lu Sat in his car at a stop light, he was on his way to the club. Of corse he would be there early, he was always early to places.
But he couldn't for the life of him understand why he was going to this ridiculous function, was it because he was being nice to a neighbor?
No.
Maybe it was just because his roommate asked him nicely.
He sighed as the light changed and he applied a little pressure to the gas and drove in silence to the club.
When he pulled up in front of it he found a parking space very quickly and sat in his car for a while smoking cigarette after cigarette. He refused to be the first one inside, and wouldn't be caught dead waiting at the door.