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@nik-duncan
“You ready to unleash your inner child? I’m sure there’s a big kid inside of you.” Brielle flashed a smile over at Nik as she pushed an empty shopping cart towards him. She’d managed to get an after hours booking at the toy store for their toy dash portion of the date. “Although, before we start I will say, you’ve gotta wear this for the rest of the date.” She smirked, passing over an adult sized Santa costume.
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nik had heard it before. everyone he ran into ( who was in on it ) had told him the same damn thing: you’re not dreaming, nik. this is real, nik. but that was exactly the kind of thing his dreams would say ! he could outsmart his brain, he knew it better than it did ! sure, the average human being apparently only used – what was it ? 5% ? – but he still knew it well enough to know that they were all figments of an annoying dream ( that wasn’t even guilt-inducing, not yet ) that he would eventually wake up from. maybe… maybe myah marie britney would stop singing and start talking to him – that would work ! or maybe, even better… ‘chillin’ with you’ would just start playing endlessly. that would be even worse than getting strangled by a snake-like creature that bore some kind of resemblance to nina !
“ i’m done with this, ” he stated, tone flat. “ i know it’s a dream, mate, ” he called, looking up, as if speaking to his own mind. “ give up on the charade already, get back to the old workings. don’t try to fix what isn’t broken. ”
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Is it any surprise that convincing Nik he was wrong was proving to be difficult? The man’s ego was bigger than Cyrelle’s house, which was truly saying something. Rachel lets out a huff of frustration, before snapping at him. “I’m not your fucking mate.” Before the film, Nik had been just another person in Darkwood that Rachel wasn’t exactly fond of, but didn’t actively dislike. In fact, she did her best to avoid him, and that worked perfectly well for most of their time growing up. Now, however, even hearing the casual term makes her blood boil.
She briefly glances around the thankfully empty store, before fixing him with an expectant stare. “Fine. If you’re so sure that you’re dreaming, what do I next? If this were really a dream, what old workings would you be waiting for?”
#maybe lydia can help <3 that thread looks vaguely promising in that regard (as well as being a JOY to read)#i MEAN listen other than that SMALL mistake he's totally on the good place list of course!!!!#i'm crying the medium place for him is a place with scratched mirrors that he can only half see himself in#</3 all of tom cruise's movies on dvd </3#c:nik
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Zane loved going to the gym. It wasn’t to maintain any of his muscle mass. It was more so that it helped to release steam. Though the best part of a supernatural town was that there were more weight options. The gym was much better than lifting cars. When he’d headed toward the punching bag, he saw a familiar face. “Funny, I believe this would be the first time that we keep encountering that no chaos is following. I almost want to cause some just for old time’s sake,” he said with a chuckle. The two of them had been in quite the chaos over the centuries. There were so many different stories that they had of general chaos. Sometimes his life read like an action movie and he wasn’t upset about that at all.
@nik-greyson
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Nik: What did I tell you about lying?
Tit, sadly: It only works on mom.
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Nikola ‘Nik’ Robles - Original Character
A Jaded Fantasy, Fated, Second Chance
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nik-kocavali:
“Okay but when you say, ‘of age’, I assume we’re speaking of an adult?” Nik asked, peering across the table. “Sounds like what he really needs is a dose of tough love. I mean something short of murder, of course,” he offered up, light heartedly. “Jokes aside though, if he’s at least sixteen and having too much time on his hands is the problem I really could use some help. I can put him to work, no problem. I don’t have time to babysit though, that’s the only problem. How incorrigible is he? I mean give me an example of what’s got you ready to pull your hair out.” Remember his own teen years and all the trouble he caused he assumed whatever Nicolette could have said wouldn’t have surprised him.
“By law, he is, technically.” She responded, the words leaving her lips rather slowly, as if they felt wrong to say. Wetting her lips, she’d come to bite down softly on her bottom lip, “Technically.” She repeated, maybe more for herself then the male before her. “Tough love is kinda difficult, since the bottom line motto of our family is basically -- tough love.” She commented, although aware that he wasn’t wrong. In a normal setting that might’ve just been the answer, but there wasn’t much normal in the Jude family. “I mean, I wouldn’t necessarily call him a bad kid--- adult, whatever.” That much was true, but he was definitely a bit more troubled then the rest of the kids. Just because he was one of the youngest, with four older siblings to pick up the slack, didn’t mean he was completely sheltered from the chaos. And out of all six kids, Max had been the one with the most attention from their father. Mainly because the rest of them had been sick of his shit, while Max, who was only nine when their father went to prison, still wanted that bond. Nic feared that he would repeat in the man’s footsteps. So far, he pretty much has. “Uh-- it may be easier if we start with what he hasn’t done and/or tried to do.”
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“Quit staring! They’ll notice us!” Celeste to Nik
“Oh my goooood, I caaant...” Nik whispered back, glancing over to Celeste for a quick second before she looked back at the scene across the street. “It’s a train wreck... you can’t look away from a train wreck.” In that moment she was feeling so much secondhand embarrassment and she really wanted to walk away from it but she just couldn’t. “Maybe we should go say something?” Nik nudged her sister with an elbow. “Go... go say something...” As the oldest sister it was Celeste’s job to, like, intervene when shit got stupid. And by the looks of it, shit was getting stupid.
#im just gonna make all of these vague bc ya knoW WHAT#nothing thats what#c:nik owens#nik and celeste#shutuprhian
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Part of me wants to say its true, but I remember who our mother is. She'll track us down. If we do this, we have to drag @finntritcn with us.
Rumor has it your sister plans to run away so she can avoid being in the spotlight ever again, and you've promised to help her escape
This is news to me, @meltriton is it true? Because you know I would help.
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Nik: I have no fears.
Mar: I'm cooking tonight.
Nik: I have one fear.
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princetriton:
Overwhelmed, Nik closed the textbook and lay his head down on the cover. He loved what he studied, but it was so scientific that it could get to be a little too much at times. Now was one of those times. After a morning of hitting the books hard, he decided it was time for a break. “I need coffee….” he groaned, dragging the last word out as he let his eyes fall closed.
Melody was walking by when she heard him and sat down. "Could grab some with your sister." She smiled softly before she tried to see what book he had his head on.
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Nikola Hohrykova-Robles
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The smell of death lingered in the air of the over sized house Nik had chosen for them to stay in. The body of the owner was still upstairs, looking as if she was peacefully sleeping in her bed as the bugs slowly began eating away at her. Why she was still here wasn’t something Sydney understood- something about keeping a low profile while they were stalking Ivan and his friends. “Nik?” she called out before a deep shaky sigh was released. The blonde finally took the time to register what she had done- how she hurt someone all because he wanted her to. Instantly she headed to the kitchen sink, running the water warm so should could clean her blood stained arm- tears threatening to form in her eyes as she relived the scene over and over in her mind- and Ivan- she had no business getting involved with a 130 year old vampire who could wipe her new born ass off the face of the planet. She needed to go to him, explain what the situation was not that it would probably matter “Are you here?”
@nikolayxkrasnov
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(Scarlet || &. Nik)
Scarlet was waiting eagerly outside her professor’s door, tight curls tucked behind her ear as she rocked back and forth on her heels, both anxious and eager to receive her latest test mark. She was practically standing with her face plastered against the window -- except, that would be rude, there was another student in there already -- so she ended up just hovering a few inches away, smiling nervously. She was so consumed with anticipation that she almost didn’t realize there was somebody else there, gaze seeming to penetrate into the depths of her soul.
“Oh! Hiya!” The Pryde daughter chimed with a bright smile, stepping aside slightly. “I’m so sorry if I was in your way!”
@nikmximoff
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Annaliese was slighty annoyed. It was somewhat silly to say that she already missed Oliver, but the point wasn't exactly the missing my brother part. It was much more about the missing the power. The situation in which she didn't get chosen by her brother over another person -- whoever that person is -- made her feel a little worried about how much power she still had on him. The ginger girl sighed out loud. That was silly of her to think like that, wasn’t it? Of course Oliver loved her above all things and all people, just an arrangement of rooms does not change that, right? She tried to convince herself, but still felt like she had to make herself present. It's harder to forget someone when this person is close to you.
She decided the to go visit Oliver's suite. He allowed her anyways, so it wouldn't be any problem. With the best smile she could put on her face, Anna walked confidently and once she was at the right door she knocked three times.
"Ollie? Are you there?" she waited and asked before trying to open the door, which by the way was not locked. "Ollie?" she called again and pushed the door and got into the room, but the person she met wasn't her brother. The sight of that familiar face made her smile sarcarstically. "So we meet. I would say that I’m glad to see you, except that I’m not, so. Do you mind saying already where my brother is, please? It's not like I have time to waste on you."
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