Post by Nick Duval on Jul 9, 2011 0:52:55 GMT -5
NICHOLASBAIRD
[/color][/b][/font]that just makes me a dumb human[/center]
NICK NAMES[/color] nick, agent three, and to certain people, nicky.
AGE[/color] seventeen, november 22nd
GENDER[/color] male
SEXUALITY[/color] bisexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] musician for the warblers
CANON[/color] well, he's a canon on the show... but not on your canon list...
PLAY-BY[/color] Curt Mega
[/ul]OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?[/color]
EXPRIENCE[/color] Five years
CONTACT[/color] my email is "alexzoftheshadows@hotmail.com"
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] Is it go your own way? That's in pretty colors..
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
There were times when Nick thought he was going insane. Not the fun kind of insane, that everyone claimed he already was, the kind of insane that made him panic and freak out and alienate everyone. He took a deep breath, and then leant back into his pillow. Alright, no, this wasn't going to work. His mind was racing, and none of it was thoughts that would keep him happy.
Maybe he was insane. If you were insane, would you be able to admit that you were insane? Nick sighed, and pulled the pillow closet to him to cover his face. God. He wondered what was wrong with him. Maybe it was trauma due to who he had as a family. It wouldn't surprise him.
Or maybe it was just everything that had happened in the past month. He had gotten a boyfriend, who he was terrified that he was going to lose. A boyfriend who had dated Blaine, and he really needed to get over that fact, but he just couldn't. He was an insecure guy. He really liked Seb. But he was sure that he was going to do something, most likely soon, to make him lose him.
It was like Bailee had told him. Or yelled at him. He was an asshole. He was never going to be ever to keep a boyfriend or a girlfriend. He was probably going to die alone. And that thought, probably more then anything, terrified him. He didn't want to die alone.
Oh, Bailee. She was another problem. If he didn't know better, which he didn't actually, he would swear that she was... falling for him. That might have been why she got so pissed... maybe... Or maybe he was entirely wrong and she hated his guts.
Speaking of hating guts, he had also ran into Emily again. For the first time since the break up. That hadn't... Well, his heart had still hurt. Even though he had thought he was over her. He was over her. But still. It hurt.
And then finding out he had a sister.. God, he didn't think he liked having a sister. Alanna, she was fun sometimes, but honestly... She was killing him here. If he did one thing wrong, she flipped. He couldn't handle it. Add James and his mom's constant pestering to that, not being able to talk to Jeff in God knew how long... Nick was probably literally going insane.
He jumped up from his bed, and grabbed his car keys. Maybe running away wasn't always an option, but today... Today, it would have to work. He couldn't sit here in his room and think about all the insane stuff going on in his life. He'd crack. He made his way out of the house, not even stopping to tell his mom where he was going, and drove. He ended up in the most random place.
Westerville park. Hell, he hadn't been there since he was, what, fourteen? He remembered coming here with his middle school friends, and trying to scare little kids. He had thought he was so cool back then. He laughed slightly at the memory as he parked the car and got out. He wandered around, no real goal in mind, before finally stopping at the swings. He sat down in one, and looked up at the sky. God, he kind of missed being young enough to want to go to the park every day.
Life had been easier then. If this was how it was when you were seventeen, he didn't even want to graduate, grow up, have to go to college... He didn't know if he could pull it off. He pushed off, feeling the wind whipping through his maybe-slightly too long hair. He pumped his legs until he was too that height, the one that makes kids think the swing set is going to fall over, or they're going to go over the bar, or fly to the moon, and shut his eyes. There's something about swing sets, he decided. You had to work to get to the height you wanted, but then when you stopped trying, it was like free falling. You could close your eyes and pretend to fly.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
