I be a funky-ass bunch of radish

Nicholas "Nick" Falkirke 28 || Windsor Penthouse Charming, intelligent, unbelievably sexy. An excellent storyteller. The Globe Apartments, London. {member of thegloberp}

[thephantomisafable]

Annie had all but kicked her and Brian out of the flat for the day, telling them that they needed to explore a bit instead of stay inside their entire summer. Brian had taken Annie up on a lunch out, and afterwards, Sarah wanted to just go home and relax. Handing her the keys, her siblings said ‘catch you later’ and went off to god only knew where.

Meandering back to the building, she decidedto explore the floors a bit, find out what was where. After all, she had only been in one place and although she opposed Annie’s method, she did feel a little cooped up.

[falstaffgotswagger]

Nick was just returning home from work when he saw the stranger wandering around in the corridors. So many new faces around lately... He thought to himself. While he loved new energy in the building, he didn;t like not knowing who everyone was - he was nosey like that. He made a mental note to check the gossip blog later on just in case there'd been an update.

"Er- hi!" he called out, "Are you looking for someone?"

[hello-from-emily-deactivated201]

Following the instructions and a lotta practice.  Plus, I add a little cinnamon in there ‘cause I’m just that crazy.

[falstaffgotswagger]

Instructions? Hm... I'll have to google it.

Ah, cinnamon - that's what it is. Good call there. So... I've forgotten what you do when you're not making amazing pancakes.

[kindredxvoice-deactivated201712]

Bassy smiled, following the other man into the flat, closing the door behind him. “Really? how on earth does a landlord succeed with that kind of neglect?” he asked with a chuckle. “Climbing…” he looked down at his suit. “Desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose. It will have to do.”

[falstaffgotswagger]

"He's loaded, and the building rarely has problems. He gets back to you within a day or so." Nick said with an arched eyebrow. "Should keep a spare key under the doormat like a normal person, y'know." He said, returning the laugh. "Depends on if your balcony window's open. Mine always is. OR you could just stay on your balcony and then when your flatmate comes in he can find you there and open the balcony door. Then you can just come up with some crap about wanting to enjoy the weather."

[myloveistempesttossed]

[Miranda let out a low whistle when he explained the situation. It seemed the sort of thing that she would do on a particularly uncoordinated day, though she’d managed to avoid it for now.] We’ve got just the thing. Be back in a second. [She dipped behind the door and rushed over to the cabinet where Aaron kept the cleaning supplies. It took her a moment to find the bottle she was looking for, as it was hidden behind extra laundry detergent on a shelf. Bottle in hand, she returned to the doorway, a slight smile on her face.] Here you go. 

[falstaffgotswagger]

[Nick let out a sigh of relief. He almost wanted to hug her, since she'd just gone and saved his life and everything, but she'd already disappeared to go and retrieve the magical item. As she returned, his smile was a little too wide, and his eyes a little too bright, but he couldn't tone it down.] Thanks! [He took the bottle and stared at it, wondering how it worked.] Sorry, what do I do with it?

[annie-the-small-town-girl-deact]

Annie couldn’t help but laugh softly at the man. Nick was always such an odd sweetheart, it was funny. If only he actually got straightened out, he’d be a lovely man. Holding out the packet, she smiled back.

"Yeah, I do." she said. "Unfortunately I’ve got my two siblings visiting, so I was a bit of that this morning. Hence, I’m here."

"How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in what seems like forever."

[falstaffgotswagger]

He nodded with thanks as he took the packet from her, trying to figure out how much of it he was supposed to use... He eyed up the packet, before putting nearly all of it into the wrong bit of the machine. "Ah, shit..." he grumbled to himself.

He turned to her. "Siblings? I'm sure they're decent company. I'm alone in my flat right now, and I'm an only child, so I'm just having a constant one man party. And I forgot to wash my clothes, so thats why I'm here."

"I've been alright, thanks. It has been ages. How long has it been now? Since before the last party, maybe? Far too long. I trust you've been great bar the whole sibling situation?"

[falstaffgotswagger]

One step at a time - open

[beworthyofmypraise-deactivated2]

She gulped, surprised by his actions and trying not to squirm away from his hold. She could scarcely remember the last time she had physical contact with a stranger of the male populace (Bassy was no stranger.) She was still looking at her pale hand on the crook of his elbow when he asked his question. The feeling of ants crawling under her skin, quite difficult to ignore. She was desperately stomping down her flight instincts and shut the alarm bells in her head.

"Uhmmm…." Her mind raced and tried to find an answer, looking at his face with her lips in a hard line. She didn’t know that her breathing hastened and her eyes were wide with sudden fear. "Would your groceries be fine here? Maybe we could accompany each other to put them away before we go touring?"

[falstaffgotswagger]

Her reaction certainly wasn't what he expected. Unlike the gung-ho, let's go! attitude he was expecting, she seemed hesitant. Of course, he didn't really want to be forceful, so he let her hand free and brought his arm back to his side. He couldn't help but feel a bit narked, though, since he'd gotten excited himself. He had a whole line up of ghost stories planned in his head. 

He glanced down at the bag. It was honestly just a bag of crap from Wilko, but he ducked down and picked it up. "We'll have a coffee at mine to get our energy up for the tour, yeah?" he said calmly. "Or a hot chocolate. And biscuits. And cake." His smile returned - who could turn down cake?

[clumsy-swan]

You think so?

[falstaffgotswagger]

Yep. 

[hello-from-emily-deactivated201]

[She grinned at him, teasing.]  I’m sorry, what was that?

[She starts stacking a plate for herself.]  Hehe.  That good, huh?

[falstaffgotswagger]

Nothin' [he grunts]

Better than anything I've ever made. What's your secret?

[hello-from-emily-deactivated201]

Oh, seven and a half.  In that case, pardon me, good sir.

Well, it’s good to know if the businesswoman thing doesn’t fall through, I could make it as a short-order cook.  [She lays down a stack in front of him.]  There you go.  Eat up.

[falstaffgotswagger]

Or, you know... [cough]29andabit[cough]

Woooow [ogles at the stack of pancakes before him] I think I'd be your number one customer! [he picks one up with his hands and eats it, humming with happiness]

[falstaffgotswagger]

One step at a time - open

[beworthyofmypraise-deactivated2]

"I like what I am hearing, would that mean I can go to you if I get bored?" Or whenever she needs someone to talk to. She wanted to continue but didn’t. "I think we’re two peas in the pod then, with the ‘no social life thing’. Well real life, social life for me. I can live in the internet if it be possible."

Hearing what she did, she jumped off the couch and stood before him. “Wonderful!” She exclaimed. “I do love medieval fantasy or sci-fi. Medieval fantasy more though. I love the gowns and the magic and the story and the chivalry! Oh and the weapons.” She made a little spin, her skirt fluttering.

When she faced him again, she made a bow, held out her hand and met his eyes with a coy smile. “Well then, since the Lady Falkirke is free for my tour, shall we begin?”

[falstaffgotswagger]

"If you'd like to, sure. I'm bored all the time, haha..." he chuckled nervously. He wasn't exactly selling himself here. "I just haven't had the means or motivation to get out of the flat other than for work. I'm trying to grow up and take care of myself, but it's so boring."

He laughed as she pounced up and spun around, buzzing with excitement at the thought of her favourite genres. "I used to read the Lord of the Rings series when I was a kid. My mum used to read them to me before bed, in fact. Made me want to grow up and be Legolas. And sci-fi is fun. Jim Kirk is the man!" 

He took her hand and hoisted himself up. "Aye, m'lady." He placed her hand in the crook of his elbow. "What would you like to see first?"

[annie-the-small-town-girl-deact]

Annie looked up when Nick came in, but didn’t say anything for a moment. Ever since she’d walked in on Hal and Kate she’d been much more careful when it came to talking to people she knew for no reason. He looked lost and Annie hid a smile behind her book. Typical Nick it seemed. Poor bloke never knew how to take care of himself.

When he turned toward her, she let herself smile fully, standing up and putting her book down before she reached into her basket and pulled out said item. “I do… though typically one says ‘hello’ to someone they know before they do that.” she said, walking up to him.

[falstaffgotswagger]

Something about the way she smiled made him happy. It was hard to put a finger on, but her sympathetic look - the look that normally pissed him off - felt reassuring, and he didn't feel like a failure today. He smiled back warmly, running a hand through his hair. 

"Sorry, hi." he said quietly. "I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You know how it is."

[hello-from-emily-deactivated201]

[She raises an eyebrow at him as she starts fixing a plate.]  This may come as a newsflash to you, but you are positively seven years old.

[falstaffgotswagger]

And a half! [he said in a whiny voice]

[he rubbed his hands together as she fixed him a plate, grinning madly.] Smells delicious!

[kindredxvoice-deactivated201712]

Bassy gave a slightly nervous smile at the man on the other side. “Hi, I just moved into the Venice Penthouse, I locked my keys in the flat this morning, and I don’t have the landlords number.” He laughed. “Would you happen to have it? It’s just that I just came home from work… and I’m not going to call my flatmate to get me in because he’d probably not be happy with me.”

[falstaffgotswagger]

"Ah, I see." he said, drumming his fingers against the door. "Old Man Minola is a great guy, I'm sure he'll be helpful. Problem is, he's nearly never here... Come in for a second, I think I have his number..." Nick turned and went into his flat, leaving the door open to his neighbour. "If he's not around, we could always try climbing up from my balcony!" he joked as he rummaged through the draws to find an address book.

[kindredxvoice-deactivated201712]

Bassy felt like kicking himself. He had just moved in and first day home from work he had locked himself out. He could recall how it was he’d forgotten them too, as he had been rushing out that morning for a case — not that he understood why the judge had to schedule the case at seven o’clock in the morning.

Going to a neighbors door, he knocked. He had no idea what his landlords number was or else he’d have already called them. Now it was just a matter of hoping that his neighbor wouldn’t mind him asking for the number of the landlord and a ability to let him use their phone.

[falstaffgotswagger]

I don't get this scene. Nick was hanging upside down off his bed, puffing at a cigarette (only because Hal was out) and trying to learn some more lines. But I've dreamt about it before... Maybe he was smoking a funny cigarette or something. Wouldn't be the first time, after all.

He sighed gladly as he heard a knock at the door. He needed a break from the script, before his poor brain got anymore confused. He opened the door to find an unfamiliar face. "Er- hi. Can I help you?"

[annie-the-small-town-girl-deact]

Annie was tired, yet thankful for the holidays. She had always thought that her siblings were a bit rambunctious, but this year they seemed to be more than usual. Still, as she was practically their mother, she put up with it and enjoyed their company all the same — though it definitely made cleaning up a little more difficult. She had finally made them turn in their laundry and was now happily heading into the basement to take care of it all, wondering how it was that either of them survived uni on their own.

Making her way to the laundry room, she put everything in and took a seat to wait, pulling out a book to read since since she would be there for a bit and wanted to get away from the noise of the younger ones anyway.

[falstaffgotswagger]

Nick yawned. 11am? Fuck, is it that early? He cursed at himself as the sunlight that streamed in through the curtains blinded him. This certainly wasn't the best way to start a day. Rehearsals were off, and the rain had returned. What was he going to do with himself? Hauling himself out of bed, he tried to find himself something to wear, just in case they had company in the flat again. He almost flashed Peter's sister once, and he knew that if Peter ever found out he'd probably be dead within minutes.

All he had left was a pair of jeans. How had he let the washing pile up again? Maybe he thought that Hal or Peter would sort it out if he didn't. Evidently, he needed to stop thinking this way, but he was more concerned about having something to wear than the fact that his flatmates were no longer mothering him. He grabbed all the clothes he could find and some change off the counter. This was all he had left this week. He'd planned to use it to get a beer or two but instead he was paying for his washing. He left the flat with a loud sigh, walking down the stairs with heavy eyelids. He just didn't give a shit anymore.

He stumbled into the laundry room a few minutes later, throwing everything in his hands into the nearest washing machine and slamming the door shut. Crap! He'd forgotten about washing powder and... the other stuff. He glanced around the room, looking for something or someone to help, and, lo and behold, Miss Annie Hathaway was sat on the other side of the room. "'Scuse me? You haven't got some washing powder I could borrow, have ya?" 

[falstaffgotswagger]

One step at a time - open

[beworthyofmypraise-deactivated2]

Well, she wasn’t one to back down on any challenge, not so easily. It may seem foolish but boredom can do a lot of things with her. Sometimes dangerous but surely always fun. “I’ll think about it.” She settled after nibbling her lip in thought for a few moments.

"I like ghost, supernatural and all stories, but am a big scaredy cat with horror movies. Just so you know before you get talking about horror movies expecting I am a fan of them." Another truth that always put her in shaky ground. "One of my exes forced me into a horror movie marathon and let’s just say it didn’t end up well." She shrugged, the break up of that one was the most amusing.

Her smile wasn’t dimming and Seph was surprised to have found it around the male populace. Most of the time the men she had the pleasure of talking with are dimwits (in her opinion) or so full of themselves. So far, here in the Globe, things were looking up. “So when would you be free to ‘do whatever the hell we just said we would’?”

[falstaffgotswagger]

"I've got plenty of time to wait, trust me." Honestly, he had all the time in the world. Other than rehearsals, he had no social life. Hal didn't take him to premiers anymore, and whenever he had enough money to go to a bar he felt like he was out of the loop. It had sparked the "mid-life crisis" alarms in his mind, but since he was only 29 his worries lay in the fact that if this was a mid-life crisis then his life was going to be quite short. He grimaced at the thought, but soon shook it off for fear of looking like he wasn't being genuine.

"I hate horror movies, myself. They're never made well and some things are just so ridiculous that the films become comedies. I prefer a good old spy flick, or a comedy. The occasional Hugh Grant film also has its uses." He droned on, not really realising what he was admitting. 

"I'm free any time. Evenings, afternoons... Although I'm usually asleep until 1pm. Unless I have a rehearsal." He scratched his head, "Well, even when I have rehearsals," he chuckled. "I'm free now, too." he said, hope showing clearly in his voice.

[myloveistempesttossed]

[Miranda recognized the man faintly, but she wasn’t sure from where. He looked rather surprised to see her, and his gaze made her feel a bit self conscious about the rumpled tank top and sweats she was in. She smiled slightly as he spoke, amused by how flustered he seemed by the situation.] 'ts alright, I wasn't doing much of anything anyway. What kind of stain is is, might I ask? I think I've got something that should do the trick.

[falstaffgotswagger]

[A smile formed on his lips as she offered him help. He relaxed, feeling silly for being shocked that she was dressed the way she was. Who was he to judge? Half the time he didn't even bother putting clothes on at all!] Well, I dropped my toast on the floor, so there's jam and marmite everywhere so now there's a big brown mark on the carpet that looks more like something else...