Given that he’d turned up the evening before some fucking.. wizard had carted half the island off to jail, including him, Mickey hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect when returning ‘home’ with the rest of them. He hadn’t believed his cellmate at first, but, well, he’d turned out to be a real fucking vampire. That combined with waking up in the cell in the first place was enough to make him listen, at least. But it wasn’t really until seeing it - the island, Neverland or whatever it was these retards called it, that it started to sink in. This wasn’t just another case of getting out of jail for him. This was a totally different place and fucked if he knew what to do with it.
What Mickey did know though was that he didn’t want to share a fucking apartment. Not with these cunts. So while they’d all gone back to their homes, Mickey had cased out the city’s nearby haunts. There were plenty of other places to stay and he picked himself some prime fucking real-estate. Right above a McDonalds. Granted, it had no electricity like the rest of the city, but a lot of things down there were still edible and wasn’t as if his diet over the past few weeks.. months, years, wasn’t anything but questionable. But as fun as all that was, Mickey was bored. He’d already taken a baseball bat to the other apartments on his floor, raided the pharmacy for anything that had taken his fancy, and lived in slightly less squalor than he had in jail. But even that had run its course.
The allure of electricity was finally what drew him to the two main apartment buildings. He’d lifted an XBox and as many games as he could carry on his way over there. Now it was just a matter of finding an unoccupied living area so he could hook it up and waste some pixelated mofos. After the first couple of floors of the first building - young love, baby, more vampires - Mickey found himself skipping a couple of floors. Not that he thought it would improve his chances, but it’d just make the whole process of heading back to his powerless apartment that much quicker. But the apartment he walked into now was actually quiet. Quiet and seemingly unoccupied. Maybe skipping some floors had worked. Mickey failed to notice the man curled up the couch as he headed towards the television, his mind set on getting that console up and running.
(OOC: I apologise for the language, any further language and if he becomes a racist dbag. Kishan is welcome to kick him out/kick his ass at any point.)