human_blueprint: ([Prison] Michael Scofield 94941)
Player's Name: Liz/EC

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Character: Michael Scofield

Series/Canon: Prison Break

From When? From the beginning of episode 1.15, "By The Skin And The Teeth," just as he learns that Lincoln Scofield's execution has been delayed pending new evidence.

Previous Game(s): N/A

World Description: N/A

History: Wikipedia, Prison Break Wikia

Does your character have any close ties to existing canon characters? N/A

Why do you think your character would work in this setting? Michael will flux in, and initially he will be extremely skittish. He might even attempt to evade detection for a couple of days until he makes a mistake and is guided to C&P. Once he fully understands his situation, and his ability to return to his world in six months, he will focus all energy he possibly can on more thoroughly working through the alternate route of escape from Fox River in hopes of being better prepared when he returns to his world. Given time, after his first six months, he'll eventually decide to take his land and build his homestead, and hope to be able to bring Lincoln back to New Dodge once he's been freed.

How do you plan to expand their CR? Michael is naturally charismatic and friendly. He's fiercely protective of friends and family, however, so he will stick closer to those he knows rather than branch out, especially at first. Still wary of authority and cagey due to prison life and his breakout plans, Michael will be slow to trust. He is, however, in possession of a deeply selfless nature: helping others will be a huge motivation for him to reach out and form connections. He's empathetic to a fault, so it will be impossible for him to stay too far removed from his community for long.

What will your character do for work? He will attempt to self employ by utilizing his engineering expertise. He might even consider continuing education to expand his abilities to that of architect, allowing him to draft blueprints for those looking to build on their acreage. His condition (low latent inhibition), however, will make him a quick study, and he very well may begin by doing odd jobs and working for short periods in a variety of jobs early on before he can trust anyone enough to seek investors in a private business.

Inventory:

- one pair of sturdy boots
- one grey long-sleeve shirt
- one light blue buttondown short sleeve shirt
- one pair of navy blue pants
- one pair of white boxers
- one origami paper crane

Samples:

Third-Person Sample:

Michael Scofield makes the decision to plan his brother's escape.

First-Person Sample:

Michael muses over second chances.
human_blueprint: ([Island] Trust No One)
User Name/Nick: Liz/EC
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Other Characters: Allison Argent [TEEN WOLF]

Character Name: Michael Scofield
Series: PRISON BREAK
Age: 31 (born October 10, 1974)
From When?: The beginning of episode 1.15, "By The Skin And The Teeth, in the gallery at his brother's execution. The Admiral will pull him out just seconds before Lincoln is scheduled to be executed for murder.

Inmate/Warden: Warden. Michael is a good person at his core, a law abiding citizen with a strong moral compass and a fierce devotion to family over even friends, in some cases. He is also deeply empathetic, and takes the suffering of others on as his own. Though his world view was once very much black and white in terms of good and evil, his brother's predicament has taught him to both see and operate within varying shades of gray. He understands that good hearts can often move men to do despicable things, having spent some time among such men in Fox River, as well as among those with no little to no moral footing. That said, he will do his best to understand where his charge is coming from. Michael is also described, by some, as a creative genius, making him capable of finding unconventional ways to help an inmate graduate. In addition, Michael suffers from a condition called low latent inhibition, making him acutely perceptive to the details of his everyday world almost against his will. In other words, quite literally, it will be incredibly difficult for an inmate to try and fool him.
Item: Michael's tattoos (If the mods find this unacceptable, a paper crane)
Abilities/Powers: Michael is bog standard human, but as previously mentioned, suffers from a unique disorder called low latent inhibition. Essentially, when Michael perceives the world around him, he does so as a whole. An example provided by his therapist in canon is that of a lamp. A normal person perceives the lamp as a whole, having seen lamps countless times before. For Michael, however, to see a lamp is to see it, and every component, as something new. He perceives the shade, the bulb, the filament within the bulb, the cord, the body, and so on. His brain does not have the capacity to filter out these details, which can sometimes overwhelm him. Most of the time, however, this disorder works to his advantage in his chosen field as a structural engineer.

Personality: Michael Scofield is a man of hidden depths. On the surface, he is charismatic, driven, and incredibly intelligent. As a well educated and successful structural engineer, one would expect him to be nothing less than well adjusted and content with his lot, save for the inconvenience of a ne'er-do-well older brother. However, beneath the surface there lurks a darker history, a far more powerful bond between Michael and Lincoln than meets the eye, and a deeply troubled man whose demons have only served to make him a kinder and more compassionate human being...often to his detriment.

Though we see an obviously loving and deeply loyal relationship between Michael and Lincoln early in the series, perhaps even to the point of codependency on occasion, prior to Lincoln's arrest Michael was openly disdainful of him. Though the two were very close growing up, being that Linc was Michael's primary guardian, in later years Linc's bad behavior and inability to stay out of trouble became a source of tension. Michael grew to look down on Lincoln, and resented him for constantly having to clean up his mistakes...as Michael put it, having to be the older brother to his older brother. Later, when he finds out that Lincoln was arrested for murder, all while making good on a debt he incurred to put Michael through school, it puts years of bad behavior in a brand new light and made Michael realize that the promise Linc made to him at their mother's funeral, to always look out for him, was one that his brother took very seriously. Michael swiftly transformed from Lincoln's biggest critic to one of his most loyal supporters. He followed Lincoln's case closely, visited him regularly in prison...and later went on to engineer Lincoln's escape.

While a familial relationship may not seem openly critical to aspects of Michael's personality, in this case it plays a key role in who Michael is as a person. Their father abandoned them early on, and their mother died when Linc was 13 and Michael was only 11. Allusions are made in the series to the pair having a rough upbringing, with Lincoln spending most of his time on the streets and, according to Veronica Donovan, beating up Michael to keep him off the streets. Though Michael spent some long stretches in foster care when Lincoln got in trouble with the law, ultimately it was always his brother who looked after him. During periods in Lincoln's care when Michael would wake up alone, he always found a folded paper crane on his pillow beside him. He learned later that paper cranes were a symbol of familial obligation, and Lincoln's way of letting Michael know he was watching over him. Later on, even when he was disgusted with his brother, Michael would always answer the phone when Lincoln called. The one time he didn't, the night Lincoln took the fall for the vice president's murder, became the driving force behind every action Michael took afterwards.

The love and loyalty that Linc instilled in Michael, along with the precious few years he had with their mother, also shaped the way Michael perceived the world. With abandonment issues surrounding his parents and his troubled older brother, as well as a history of abuse in foster care, Michael grew up with little to no sense of self worth. He also grew up suffering from low latent inhibition, making his brain incapable of blocking out peripheral stimuli. Paired with a high IQ, it effectively made him a creative genius, and with the virtues instilled in him early on, it made him wildly perceptive to the suffering of those around him. His neurological condition made it impossible to ignore...and paired with his low self esteem, it made Michael so deeply empathetic and compassionate, he readily put the needs of others before his own. Often, this resulted in extreme displays of kindness and loyalty, and tormented him when he was unable to render aid to others. Such was the case with the new inmate that escape partner, and sexual predator, T-Bag, swiftly began victimizing. The inmate, nicknamed "Cherry," pleaded with Michael for help, but because of T-Bag's threats to expose the escape, he ignored the younger man. When Cherry took his own life rather than continue suffering, and T-Bag found a new target in newcomer David Apolskis, nicknamed "Tweener," Michael anguished over his failure with Lincoln, who reassured him he did the right thing in protecting the escape. Eventually, however, Michael found an adequate threat to keep T-Bag away from Tweener that preserved the escape. In doing so, he not only neutralized a threat, but earned Lincoln's pride.

The method to neutralizing that threat involved a display of violence, one that does not come altogether naturally to Michael. In prison, Michael has been forced to develop the darker parts of himself, and present a carefully manufactured facade of hard distance in order to appear strong to other inmates, capable of far more than he is truly comfortable with doing. Early on, during a lockdown due to racial tensions, we see Michael come apart after witnessing an inmate brutally murdered, all while Michael was trying desperately to take a bolt from him that he needed for the escape. Retreating to his cell, he is panicked and blindly ready to defend himself from every body that passes by his cell. During lockdown, he collects himself again, honing the bolt into a makeshift Allen wrench. Later in that same episode, we see him being interrogated by John Abruzzi, an escape partner, and withstands his efforts at torture, losing two of his toes in the process. Though he feels intensely and abhors violence, Michael is an impassive and hard to read presence within the prison population, showing vulnerability to very few, and gradually becoming more and more comfortable with the use of extreme measures and even force to achieve his means. This includes beating T-Bag to threaten him away from Tweener, setting up a major mob boss to be arrested, and as he grows more desperate after Lincoln's stay of execution, investigating open areas of the prison in a stolen guard's uniform and ultimately threatening the warden to ensure their eventual escape. We do see, at one point, the pressure finally get to him when he suffers a small mental breakdown, one that he rolls with and parlays into an admission into the prison's psych ward, where he acquires a lost set of his blueprints from psych resident and former roommate Haywire.

Barge Reactions: Michael will be easily swayed by the Admiral in the eleventh hour before his brother's execution. The rest of his stay on the Barge, however, will be defined by trying to Figure It Out: how it works, how the comm system works, how the Admiral himself works. The odd universes, magic powers, and creatures beyond his understanding will likely overwhelm him quite a bit, as will his surroundings. He won't be capable of compartmentalizing or accepting things as readily as he should, and after his recent prison stay he will be a little wary of others. His first floods and breaches will be shocks to his system, but with enough time and patience from his fellow wardens and subordinate inmates, he will find a way to deal with his surroundings. Worst case, he will find coping mechanisms, and at best he may find some added help in acclimating to the strangeness by being able to help people aboard the ship, even if it's with something trivial like hanging a picture that's bound to fall off the wall with some flood-induced turbulence.

Path to Redemption: N/A

Deal: To save his brother's life by fully exposing the conspiracy that put him in prison, and thereby granting Lincoln Burrows a full pardon for his crimes.

History: Michael Scofield on Wikipedia, Michael Scofield on Prison Break Wikia

Sample Journal Entry: [PUBLIC VIDEO]

[The man in the feed is totally at odds with his surroundings: dressed in prison blues, he's perched on the edge of a desk within the office of a spacious loft apartment. Modern and minimalist in decor with polished hardwood floors giving it a warmer feel, full height windows behind him look out into the space field gently passing by as the Barge drifts on its interstellar currents.

Some of those windows are covered by articles and newspaper clippings, by notes and sketches and schematics. Not all of them, however...it's not his setup, it's something from home, something to restore a measure of order in his world...of that much, Michael is certain.

As he looks into the feed, his features are a practiced mask of stoicism...but a vaguely manic, uncertain gleam of something like hope burns within the open resolve in his piercing blue eyes.]

Introductions are customary, as I hear it. My name is Michael Scofield...and this is the second prison I've been in this year. [He hesitates only a moment before he allows himself the smallest of smiles.] Except this time, I'm not an inmate.

For the curious, I was doing time for armed robbery at Fox River in Illinois. Don't worry, though: I'm here to do a job. I've been told that, in exchange for my services, I'll receive...payment.

[It's better than saying that far-flung thing he's clinging to, believing in beyond all reason...believing when Lincoln is sitting in that chair and the world as Michael knows it is falling apart.]

So...anything you need, any questions you have...don't be a stranger. I'm here to help.

Sample RP:

There's a bathroom in his cabin, but Michael still hits the inmate showers.

He doesn't do it all the time, maybe two or three times a week. He does so as if he were any other inmate: brings his toiletries to the locker room, strips down, and heads in to claim the first available shower. He takes his time, lets the water run over his head and back, tracing various droplets as they trail through the corridors and cells inked into his skin. He thinks about Fox River, about Lincoln...about the next body walking through the door.

He counts them, focusing more on the inmates around him then the act of rinsing shampoo off his scalp or washing. Most times, he lingers until someone gets impatient and tries to rush him. Michael is quiet and obliging about moving on when it happens. He rinses if need be, wraps his towel around his waist, and pads out with barely a nod, rarely a word.

He doesn't want to draw attention, he wants to pay attention. This is, after all, a prison ship, and he's a warden now. It's a job he takes seriously, one he's dissecting as deep and as carefully as he can to make sure he doesn't make any mistakes.

In the showers, he can watch people, read people, and today it pays off as he watches a dark haired man showering next to him, singing some bawdy song as another guy veers over to him. He's bare ass naked, but his towel is wrapped tellingly around his hand.

He waits until he sees the towel pull off before he veers to the side, knocking the singing inmate out of the way. He makes a grab for the weapon, slipping a little on the wet tiles and getting his palm sliced open for his trouble.

"I don't think so."

Eyes narrowed, he gets the shiv away from him, twists his arm around behind his back, and just barely manages to grab a towel for himself as he shoves the inmate out of the showers and into the changing room, heading right for Zero.

Until he gets a permanent inmate assignment, all Michael can do is help...and if there's one thing prison taught him, there's always a place to save lives in the showers.

Special Notes: ...none that I can think of?
human_blueprint: ([Prison] In the Walls)
Looking back, Michael knew he would betray them. From that first moment when he asked Tweener to lift the watch off Geary, he knew in some small, shuttered corner of his mind that it was a bad idea. The kid was young...he didn’t understand a thing about cold calculation, and he understood even less about loyalty.

Or so Michael thought until he took a bullet for the group.

There were a lot of things Michael hated himself for, and he’d collected most of those sins while trying to save his brother’s life. Among them were the sins of denying Tweener a PI assignment, neglecting to repay him for the watch. Putting him in a position where he thought he could get somewhere with Bellick...where his ignorance of cold calculation and a wealth of sheer desperation drove him to betray the only friends he had.

But among the worst of his crimes, including armed robbery, was the crime of arrogance...believing that he could shape the world to his will. He was guilty of seeing too little in David Apolskis...and guilty of seeing too much.

He was guilty of helping Tweener grow up on the wrong side of the law...and in his realization of adulthood, in making himself a better person...Michael was guilty of killing him.

Tweener had betrayed them all, and Michael always knew he would...but he was the only one among them who was truly innocent.

And the blood of that innocent was going to stain Michael’s hands for the rest of his life.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 262
human_blueprint: ([Emote] Determination)
To: Rachel Gibson (my_strappyshoes@livejournal.com)
From: Aldo West (fish40@gmail.com)
Subject: News from The Company

[EMAIL TEXT WITHIN] )

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 348
human_blueprint: ([Brothers] Free At Last)
I think the polite term for it is ‘perfectionist,’ but to put it honestly I’m almost impossible to please. Satisfied...I never did know the meaning of the word, not really. All my life I’ve been struggling for better, for greater things. First I wanted to grow up and take care of myself and I did. Then I wanted to go to school and be the best, so I was. Then I wanted to be the top in my field, and I was.

Now...all the goals, the battles, they don’t exist anymore. There’s only one thing I care about, and that’s getting to Panama. But still, even those goals grew. Linc’s happiness became a factor after he met Kate, and now she’s gone...again. It’s got him down, but he’s oddly hopeful...not really saying why, but I think he’ll tell me when he’s had a little time to adjust to her being gone again. At least I hope so.

Then there’s Rachel Gibson.

It’s been a while now, and we still have yet to meet face to face. I’ve only ever glimpsed her on the street as I sped past, and for a long time we’ve only known each other by anonymous email accounts and a few briefly exchanged instant messages.

But the more I talk to her, the more I start to trust her.

And the more I start to trust her...the more I want to meet her, to know her.

Like I said...I’m impossible to please. I guess it’s just one of the pitfalls of perfection.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 262
human_blueprint: ([Trial] Guilty As Charged)
SPOILERS FOR S2 FINALE BENEATH THE CUT )

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 275
human_blueprint: ([Emote] Determination)
"I'm waiting for the world to fall
I'm waiting for the scene to change
I'm waiting when the colors come
I'm waiting to let my world come undone"


I don’t trust easily, at least not these days. I can’t afford to...my brother’s life and my own are riding on the line. Linc and LJ are, at the moment, all I have to trust.

I want to trust Kate because Lincoln does...because he cares about her. But she’s got her own demons to wrestle...I don’t know if she’ll ever get over them. I hope she can...but until that day, I can’t trust her, no matter how much I believe in her.

Then there’s Rachel Gibson...I’ve barely seen her face but once, and still from the emails we exchange, I can’t help but feel a connection. It’s not trust...but it’s close. And it means something.

Things are happening slowly...there’s progress being made. Rachel said she had a few leads the last time we talked, and I’m hopeful.

Right now, hope is all I have...that there’s still a way out. We have Westmoreland’s money, and with Rachel we have a link to what’s actually going on. She can do things we can’t...see things we may be blind to given our situation.

This could all fall apart any second...but for now, I have to hold it together.

And trust that I’m not making a mistake in putting my faith in her.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: PRISON BREAK
Words: 218
human_blueprint: ([Trial] Guilty As Charged)
There are worse things you can do to a man besides killing him...though for most people, that’s one of the most popular ways to destroy. Still, people are made of more than that...jobs, friends, actions, even souls if you’re the religious type.

My whole life, Lincoln was all I ever had. For that reason, I was willing to give my life....and while it’s painfully obvious I’d be willing to die for him, when I made a deal with Henry Pope I put a whole lot more than my heartbeat on the line.

For the authorities, turning myself in meant nothing. To Henry, it meant everything. Maybe in a way, he knew, even if he didn’t believe in the conspiracy...I would face new charges, be sent back to prison. Hell, knowing the Company? They just might find a murder to pin on me...let me take Lincoln’s place in the electric chair.

I would never taste free air again. I’d either rot in prison or fry for my own fabricated homicide, but either way? I’d never see Lincoln again. My job, my friends, my brother...the woman I cared about would all fall away and leave me with nothing.

Nothing but the knowledge that, ultimately, my brother would be apprehended and executed...shot like a rabid dog when he wasn’t even foaming at the mouth.

But I had Henry on my side...by giving him my life, I guaranteed that I could save Linc from that fate. I guess...in the end, he just needed to know that to know that everything was real. I can’t blame him...even confronted by the evidence he heard on that flash drive, after what I did to him I wouldn’t have been surprised if he simply allowed it all to slide.

But I gave my life for my brother...heart and soul. And in the end...I came away a step further along in my race against the world.

I just hope I can get to the finish line with Lincoln still beside me.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 342
human_blueprint: ([Prison] Blueprint Tattoos)
When I was growing up, Linc got into a fair amount of trouble...when we were apart, I’d get stuck in a foster home when he wasn’t there to take care of me. I only ever resented that about him...that he never seemed to understand that I only ever felt safe when we were together.

I grew up, my life changed...but regardless of how things were between us, that one fact never did. Sometimes I almost hated him for it...that he could be such a royal screwup, always coming to me for anything and everything...every message I let him leave, every time I scorned him in private or to his face...I hated that he was still my touchstone. I hated that he was such a vital presence to me...so much a part of my life that I took him for granted.

My brother isn’t perfect...in fact, he’s about as far from perfect as a good man can be. But he still is just that...a good man. And he is my brother...in every sense of the word.

I made it to Fox River because he was there...and nothing could really hurt me as long as my big brother was there. My blood spilled more than once, and I dealt with a fair amount of physical hardship, making sure I got those insulin shots every day inside...and since we broke out, I’ve had to subject myself to such atrocities...

I’ve become a man I never wanted to be. But the sacrifices I’ve made...I made for him. Just like he sacrificed everything for me.

And regardless of what happens, what we do or how far we go...I can handle all of it so long as Linc and I are together. He’s my family...and I know that I’m always safe with my family to watch over me.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 314
human_blueprint: ([Trial] Guilty As Charged)
‘The truth will set you free’...if it were that easy, trust me...my life would be a hell of a lot different.

The fact of the matter is that while the truth may have the power to redeem, there is absolutely nothing redeeming about it. Ignorance is torture, and the truth doesn’t enlighten or illuminate...it doesn’t offer much more than cold, hard facts, and oftentimes those are facts that no one wants to see or hear.

Believe me...I know what I’m talking about. If the truth were any good to anyone, Sara Tancredi would be safe and sound under the auspices of the law, my brother would be free and clear, and countless innocent people would still be alive.

The truth won’t set you free....it won’t liberate you or cleanse your soul. It just might clear your name or tell you who you have to kill for revenge against a wrong...but it won’t offer any kind of redemption.

I used to believe in truth once...before I had to learn the power of lies, and their importance to really surviving in this world. The truth does nothing but hurt people...you just have to be sure you have the right facts at your disposal to hurt the right people if you want to protect the people you love.

Anything else? Will get you killed faster than you can say ‘thou shalt not lie.’

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 236
human_blueprint: (Michael Run Away)
He’d gone over the file probably a hundred times before exhaustion had finally bludgeoned him into sleep, and still he couldn’t find anything more than what he already knew. It was etched across every piece of paper, embedded in every sheet.

Rachel Gibson had high-reaching security clearance, that or she faked it real well. She was organized, but not fastidious, and she drank a lot of coffee as the single drop of a coffee stain he’d located on one page’s corner indicated.

She’d also given them valuable information...and given them back LJ when Kate went for him. Government agent could have put up a fight...Gibson hadn’t.

It was either the biggest mistake of his life or his only real shot at actually making some headway...but around five thirty that morning, he finally woke from a semi-restless sleep and stuck a quick note under Lincoln’s door before heading out to the local library.

He waited outside for them to open, then made a beeline for the internet stations...it didn’t take much work for him to trace the IP number he’d memorized off some of those reports and do a little hunting to locate her email address...after some of the research he’d done to get the escape plan together, tricks like that had gotten to be old hat.

The library computer was anonymous enough and it didn’t take long to register a phony email account online and type up a quick message.

IF YOU’VE GOT A VESTED INTEREST IN LEARNING THE TRUTH ABOUT LINCOLN BURROWS, STOP LOOKING INTO TERRANCE STEADMAN’S MURDER. IT’S A SINKHOLE.

YOU CAN’T INVESTIGATE SOMETHING THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

START WITH BLACKFOOT, MONTANA AND GET BACK TO ME...BUT WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T GO OUT THERE ALONE.

AND STAY OUT OF STRANGE HOUSES.


For several long moments, Michael simply sat staring at the email. All he had were documents...and his nephew. It was all he had to trust...but was it enough?

In their position...did he really have any choice?

His hand moved seemingly of its own accord...the button clicked on send.

If she was for real...she could pick up where Veronica left off, so long as she heeded his warning.

And if she wasn’t...

...well, it wasn’t like the target on their backs could get any bigger.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: PRISON BREAK
Words: 387
human_blueprint: (Michael Run Away)
"Okay, you've got to be cheating." Kate laughed as LJ laid down his hand, beating her at cards for the third time in a row. "That, or I forgot just how badly I suck at gin."

Michael watched from the opposite side of the room as LJ smiled at Kate's crack. She was wearing one of Lincoln's shirts now, having taken advantage of their hotel room's shower, and he noted the way she kept burrowing into it...drawing her arms into the sleeves, hunching her shoulders to feel the material slide over her skin. He'd even noticed her smelling it at one point...and he didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know why she'd asked for the change of clothes when her own bag was sitting right in the corner.

Making a mental note, Michael turned his attention back to the file spread out on the table, paging through it while Lincoln sat in a nearby chair, where he knew he was watching her play cards with his son...in his shirt.

"This whole thing is incredible." he finally sighed, lifting another page from the folder. "The information this woman's compiled...Linc, she's got about as many answers as we do, but there's things in here we didn't have before, stuff she got to with...a government level of clearance I've never even seen." Glancing up, he saw Lincoln still distracted and thumped the table with his index finger. Fortunately, he was, in fact, listening, as he immediately turned to face Michael.

Handing Lincoln the page, he leaned over and pointed to a name. "According to these documents, a top audio-visual specialist was hired by a subsidiary of Steadman's company. Steadman dealt in alternative energy...why would he need an A/V expert?" Michael paused, holding Lincoln's gaze pointedly. "And what's more...if you were going to fake someone's death, and needed help in doing it...how would you go about covering your own tracks? Simple: cut through the dead man's garden...the one place no one would think to look."
human_blueprint: ([Prison] Michael Breakdown)
If I could change anything...I would have picked up the phone.

I wouldn’t have waited for the voicemails...I would have answered when my brother called me. I would have reached out...talked to him rather than just think about him, wondering where he was at or what he was doing...how he was screwing up. I would have taken him up on those lunch dates...bought him a round or two, maybe even just dropped by his place to see if he was all right.

I would have been a better older brother to my older brother...as good, as *great* as he’d been for me. I would have followed his example...I would have been less blind, less self-centered. I would have let his problems matter to me more.

I would have done very little differently, but it would have been so much...because if I had been a better brother, older or not, then the day Linc called me for help in that garage, I would have answered the damn phone. If I had...if I’d just talked to him...neither one of us would have ever seen the inside of a cell at Fox River.

If I could change just one single thing...anything at all...I would have picked up that phone when I saw Linc’s name on the caller ID.

If I could go back....I would change history just by answering the phone.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 241
human_blueprint: ([Prison] Michael Digging)
You know, you see a lot of differences in brothers...the good son, the prodigal son, the success and the failure...the dark and the light. Even twins are usually at odds...same package, different stuff in the wrapping.

Linc and me...we’ve never been at odds. Instead of facing off, we’ve always been back to back...a pair, opposite sides of the same coin. Whatever I lack, he provides, and vice versa. Maybe it comes from him raising me, maybe it’s because we’re blood...but even when we didn’t get along, we’ve always been a unit. I needed him, and he needed me.

The same holds true with our basic natures...impulse is Linc’s department. He’s all about thinking viscerally...if a situation calls for a knee-jerk, gut shot reaction, he’s usually the one that has it. I’m not that guy, never have been...I’m the man with a plan, like Linc sometimes calls me. I’m detail oriented, I can’t help it. Having a grip on things, even the most hellacious situation...it’s the only way I can deal with it, otherwise I’m freaking out over every single tiny little thing because that’s all I see...every single tiny little thing.

I think where Linc doesn’t. He acts where I hesitate. Separately? Sooner or later one of us will go down, but together? All our lives, since we were kids, there hasn’t been a single time when the two of us together couldn’t take something...or someone.

But apart? That’s one of the disadvantages of having such a perfect match...when you separate a set, it never works quite as well as the original pair.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 275
human_blueprint: (Michael Run Away)
I absolutely believe in second chances...I have to. With the mistakes that I’ve made and the things I’ve done...

On second thought, maybe I don’t believe in second chances so much as I want them to be real...*need* them to be real.

The bottom line is that I screwed up...I was a miserable son of a bitch and I know it. I *could* have saved my brother from all of this, and now? Now I’m just trying to rectify my own mistakes. When this is all over, if anything happens to Lincoln...that’s on me. I don’t care what anybody else says...in the *years* before Terrence Steadman, if I’d ever once just talked to Linc, really talked to him? I might have known the truth...figured it out.

It’s one of the things I hate about myself. I have this...thing in my head that I can’t shut off, this *disease* that eats at me every day. I turned it into an advantage at work, but everywhere else...it just wears on me, this inability to shut my own brain off for a while.

There is nothing that I don’t see. When I make mistakes? They are real, tangible, actual mistakes...I know I’m human. If I get distracted, I might get the figures wrong on a measurement for a schematic. If I’m rushing through something, I may write down something I never meant to. But I don’t just *miss* things...not without a reason. Distract me, rush me, break my fingers so I can’t write through the pain or shoot me so I can’t see through the blood, but I will see anything and everything you put in front of me. I can’t help it, I’m sick.

But I never saw what Linc did...he fooled me. Maybe I was blind, maybe I just trusted him too much. But I should have let that trust carry me through.

I gave up on my brother. And now half a dozen government agencies want him dead.

I need a second chance to make this right. So I have to believe I can get it.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 356
human_blueprint: ([Prison] Blueprint Tattoos)
Honestly? In a lot of ways, I do regret my life up to the present. I mean...I haven’t done badly for myself. Before all this I had a good job...good education, a good place in the world. I had friends, and I had goals...true, I’d had a hard life, but no real regrets.

But after the last three years, I’ve learned to regret a lot.

When I look back on my life and at the way I treated Lincoln...the way I all but spat on him at every turn with all the mistakes he made...mistakes he made because of the fact that he took care of me, that he cared about me...

I’ve never stopped wondering if I could have changed it all.

If I’d been a little more open with him, regardless of what he was into...could I have saved my brother? If I had taken more of his calls, if I’d taken that message the night he walked into that parking garage...could I have altered the course of the last three years?

Do I regret the course of my life? On average, no, not really. But if I could change about the last five to ten years of it, I would...I would be a better brother to Lincoln. I’d be less self-involved and arrogant. I’d hold on tighter to the only blood I’ve got left rather than let him slip through my fingers just because he’s made a few mistakes.

With a few exceptions. If I could change nothing...if things played out the same way? I’d do a couple of things a little bit differently...but the worst of what I’ve done? Getting myself arrested, breaking Lincoln out...and breaking out the rest of our group?

I wouldn’t change any of it...because sometimes you have to do bad things for good reasons.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 313
human_blueprint: (Michael Run Away)
Michael stood, trying to fight back his growing frustration. “So... same time tomorrow?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Lincoln looked like he wanted to shake his head, but didn’t. “They're.. um.. transferring me to a prison, where I'll wait until they execute me.”

Michael glanced up at that, jarred by hearing the words, realizing that this was it...the die was cast and he was losing the battle. He could almost see Lincoln slipping further and further away as time went on.

“Can I still visit?” he asked, trying not to sound as frightened and young as he suddenly felt, not having much success as he reached for the crane still sitting on the counter, taking back the mantle he’d accepted...his brother’s life, careworn and beautifully made, his to protect.

“Yeah,” Lincoln replied with a small, almost imperceptible shrug, “not that far...a place called Fox River.”

Michael’s eyes lit up...he could *feel* his brain firing, the memory lifting, the plans unfurling, murky and poorly recalled in his mind. “Fox River?”

“Yeah... why?”

He hesitated, then shook his head. “Nothing.”


* * *


In his car, Michael went over the confrontation in his mind, the same words ringing out over and over.

Fox River...Fox River...Fox River Fox River Fox River Fox River...

He’d worked on the project himself...not a big part, but he’d helped draft the retrofit on the prison infirmary and his mind closed in on that. It was a plan even he couldn’t crack...couldn’t quite patch every hole, so he did the best he could.

But even his best had holes...and he knew every last one of them.

He knew...he had the plans. The blueprints were at the office...a little reading, a little collecting...

Michael rubbed a hand over his features, fighting the thoughts swimming in his head. The structural integrity of the infirmary bars...and access, there were sewage drains and pipelines running below the infirmary, located in storage rooms throughout the prison...and the abandoned steam pipes running below...

He cut off his own train of thought, rubbing his eyes as if that would blot out the details filtering through every pore, every synapse, entering him through every breath and circulating out through each exhalation.

The city was on a budget that cut down on demolition. He didn’t have enough time.

He could get the hardware specs on the cells. It was too risky.

There’d been a news story on an arrest a little while back...some mob boss that got sent up. He was plotting a *prison break*, it was insane!!

He would have to get arrested.

Someone could get hurt.

Michael finally had to pull over to the side of the road, putting the car in park and folding his arms across the steering wheel, resting his forehead atop them as he gave himself over to the stream of information threatening to drive him mad. He let it run through his head, kept his heart from racing like mad, Lincoln was being moved to Fox River to wait for the execution, the fucking execution...

Right or wrong...good or evil.

It was completely insane.

But it wasn’t impossible.

Straightening, Michael took a deep breath, jaw clenching in apprehension as he put the car in gear and pulled out on to the road again, hanging a left to get on the road that would take him to the office rather than take him home.

New World Man by RUSH )

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 580
human_blueprint: (Michael Give Me Your Hand)
“Michael...if this doesn’t work out, I just want you to know...”

He saw his greatest triumph, looking into his big brother’s eyes in the dead of night, the sound of dogs and men seeming to ring in his ears though he knew, intellectually, that they were a ways off yet. Looking into Lincoln’s eyes, he saw all parts of him, the way he saw all parts of everything, couldn’t help but mentally strip the world bare to his sight.

He saw the older brother, the father, the idealist...the man. Not a prisoner, not an inmate...not Linc the Sink.

He’d set Lincoln free...just like he promised.

Lincoln had always been level-headed and responsible, but of the two of them it was Michael who had been the pragmatist. Lincoln was an idealist...not a dreamer, but a man who believed in things like hope and faith to such a degree that he made them practical reality through sheer force of will. He kept them a family after Mom had died, he’d cared for Michael practically on his own since he was fourteen.

Even the money...the goddamned ninety grand...Linc borrowed it and gave it to Michael on a wing and a prayer, giving everything to someone he loved without thinking of what he might be doing to himself.

Lincoln was a hero...and heroes were never practical. They charged into danger to save the day with no thought of falling from grace so long as they did what they had to do.

Then suddenly the world turned inside out and all Michael had was the ideals he’d learned from Lincoln. He watched his brother wither in lockup, hope slipping away as he fed Michael the reasonable, rational answers: give up. Move on. Stop fighting.

He couldn’t quit. He couldn’t stop. He had to save the day.

Every flaw in Michael’s plan had come from the pitfall of all heroes...faith in people. But just like Lincoln borrowed that money even though he knew it would be hard, if not impossible to pay back, Michael’s logic was equally reasonable and equally flawed. He believed he could put faith in people...not to be trusted, but to be predictable.

But people weren’t chess pieces...and so his gameboard kept getting knocked over.

Now it was over...one story over, a new story beginning. They were out...and now they would stay that way.

And Lincoln believed that they could. He believed that Michael could save him.

And no victory could ever be sweeter than winning back his brother...the hero.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 433
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