M. Hawk
M. is 22 years old.
M. is located in Los Angeles at Huntington Beach.
M. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: Popmundo |
| Points: 1385 |
| Days Active: 1050 days |
Latest Blog Post
Unconscious
The beach was starting to empty now but he didn't move. Couldn't. He wasn't waiting for the sun to set... that had already happened. He was waiting for a goddamn miracle. And he'd wait for as long as it took because for all the damage, all the bullshit, all the silence… she was still the only voice he wanted to hear.
The not knowing was a poison with no antidote, a worst kind of slow death.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
In this wait, time played with his emotions. The hours felt like days and the days stretched like weeks. His own life became an island between the moment to come and the one that went by. Up to this point, every coming second sang an ode to his beautiful hope but the passing one cried eulogies of his unshed tears. He was reduced to some kind of alien. A being whose future hung on the pivot of yes and no, this or that, would she or would she not. It was an impulse that kept him on edge, waiting for something to happen or for her to call, sometimes for a few moments and sometimes for as long as a lifetime.
Getting high to avoid problems worked in the moment. But when he came down… the problems were still there. In fact, because he didn't deal with them, they grew a little bigger and a little scarier and the bad feelings that came with them grew bigger and scarier too. So he lit a joint to escape the nonstop Thought Monsters. They were just out of frame with constant murmurs: You fucked up. You're nothing. You wasted it. She won't call. They were patient, those bastards. Waited till he was low or dry or totally fucked up or all three and then they'd come clawing in like rats through cracks in the floorboards. The only way to keep them quiet was another hit, another cloud, another hour lost.
Posted 6/8/2025, 1:00 PM
All characters in Popmundo are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
Prominent Clothes & Tattoos
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Left wrist
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Left hand
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Right wrist
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Note: Tattoos might be covered by clothing.