is that [DAN STEVENS]? no, that’s just [NICHOLAS ALBRIGHT]. [HE] is [THIRTY-FOUR] years old and is [PLAYWRIGHT]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [TWO YEARS]. on a good day, they’re [IMAGINATIVE & SPONTANEOUS]. but watch out! they can also be [ABSENT-MINDED & CYNICAL]. [SHOT AT THE NIGHT BY THE KILLERS] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill! @shstarters
hello everyone i’m lily and sorry for posting this introduction a million years later. finals kicked my butt this week but summer semester is pretty much done yay!
BASIC
NAME: Nicholas Albright
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis male he/him
PLACE OF BIRTH: London, England
AGE: Thirty-four
OCCUPATION: Playwright
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BACKGROUND
TW: death, drugs, alcohol
Nick was born in London where he lived until he was fourteen. His father was an aspiring British actor and his mother an American journalist.
At fourteen, his mother passed away. His father could never recover from her death and his life was in a downward spiral as he battled depression and addiction.
Eventually, his father realized he couldn't take care of his son anymore and called his wife's relatives. His uncle and aunt took him with them to Rhode Island where he lived for the next four years,
Nick was miserable and he hated his new lifestyle. It was so different from the simple life he had in England and now he had to live with this family he barely even know. They came from old money and Nick thought of them as snobs but in reality, they were really nice and loved him dearly.
He truly was a horrible teenager. He would leave in the middle of the night and disappear for two-three days before coming back. He was rude to his aunt and uncle, and his grades were shit.
They tried to send him off to college but he dropped out and moved to England when he turned nineteen. There, he followed his father's footsteps and started drinking and doing drugs.
When he was twenty-two, his father passed away and that was a wake-up call. He returned to America and apologized to his aunt and uncle.
He went back to college, got his English degree, and then moved to New York. He struggled to find a decent job for the first years, and his aspirations to become a writer or a playwright seemed so far away.
Long story short, he met this woman and he fell in love very fast but she didn't. However, she did ask him to marry her. She wasn't an American citizen and her visa was about to expire. She was in a relationship with a powerful married man who paid for her comfortable life. Because Nick was so smitten he accepted.
They married two weeks later, and lived in the same building but they were not a couple. However, they did become friends (even if Nick was in love with her). He knew everything about her and she knew everything about him (ya know in case an immigration officer came by surprise).
Anyway, Nick wrote a play based on this situation and it turned out to be a huge hit. Foolishly, he believed that would be enough to make his "wife" want to be with him but instead 18 months after the wedding she filed for the divorce. He hasn't seen her since.
He went on to write two more plays and two years ago he moved to Springhill.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
Ex-Wife (This is sort of like the movie The Proposal, except Nick fell in love and she still asked for the divorce. Oh well... you can’t win them all)
Cousins
Best friend
Childhood friends ( He grew up in England )
College friends ( He went to Columbia )
Co-workers/People who work in the theater industry
”Well, after a couple of drinks and some girl talk – every bonfire turns out this way,” she said with a smirk. Savannah took a sip of her beer before returning her focus to the man in front of her. “Oooh! Do feel free to tell me any crazy ex stories you’ve got. I’m all about that drama, honey,” she said with a laugh,
"I didn't know that, then again, I never made it this far, at least not sober," he said, a chuckle lacing through his words. His face scrunched at the thought of some of his exes. Truth to be told, Nick hadn't been the luckiest man when it came to women. With his luck, it was a surprise he hadn't written more plays about some of his experiences. "Okay, so I dated this woman for about two weeks before I decided it was not going to work," he started before taking a deep breath, "we used to work at the same bar, and she started sending huge bouquets to herself but having the cards signed with my name. She did that for a month and even when I told everyone that we were off, no one believed me because the flowers kept coming. Oh yeah, she also lied to me about being pregnant," he added with a shake of his head. "She was a bit unstable but not like the one that mailed me poop for a month."
Lee winked, satisfied with the other’s interest “It’s up to you, mate” he said, sitting by his side “we can either fill that annoying guy’s boots with insects… or maybe a reptile,” he said, pointing to a guy that was leaving a tent. “Or we could wrap some tent’s entrance with the duct tape I brought” he suggested. “Or both, if you are feeling up to it”.
His serious nature was lightened by a streak of mischief. There used to be a time when Nick loved pulling pranks on people, although that seemed so long ago now. "You really came prepared," Nick said, the smile on face shifting into something more amused than anything else. "Let's do the duct tape thing first. I don't want to spend my evening looking for insects."
a soft chuckle left charlotte’s lips at the comment as she sat down next to nick. she remembered when she was around those girls’ age, using the bonfire as an excuse to burn some things she wouldn’t want anyone (especially her brother) to find. although these girls did seem to be throwing quite a few things in the flame, more than she ever did. “it’s not meant to be that kind of bonfire, but you gotta take the chance when it’s available, no?” she questioned, pressing her cup to her lips before taking a sip of her drink. “a stack will make people ask questions,” she was quick to note, raising her eyebrows slightly at the man.
I would have thought that people would rather do that in private, but who was he to judge them? "I suppose," he said with a shrug, although his tone still remained dubious. "I guess that's how underage teenagers deal with breakups when they can't have alcohol," he joked, smiling warmly at her. For a split second, he wondered if burning the photos of an ex really was as therapeutic as those girls made it look but then he shook his head and softly chuckled at the idea before turning to look at her. "You're right, they could start wondering if maybe I'm burning some kind of evidence," he replied teasingly before adding, "have you ever done that? Burning things you want to leave in the past, I mean, not evidence."
Lee spent a lot of time with some known and unknown people around the fire, singing as someone played the guitar. And it was ok for a while, he was having fun and laughing with them until the chosen music was too nostalgic. He didn’t show so to the others. He simply got up, leaving the circle to find something else to do. It didn’t take long, though, as he poked someone with a mischief smirk “come on, wanna prank someone?” @shstarters
Nick was minding his own business, drinking a beer as he tried to kill some time before he could leave. He had decided to come to the bonfire hoping that it might help his writer's block, but after a couple of hours he had given up that hope. He wasn't aware of what made the other think that he'd be up for a prank, but he piqued his curiosity. "What do you have in mind?" he asked. If the plan seemed good enough, he could spare a few more minutes of his day.
"Nobody told it was that kind of bonfire," Nick said, brows furrowed in amusement as he stared at a group of teen girls throwing what seemed to be photos into the bonfire. He had heard of people doing stuff like this to move on, or rather he'd seen it on TV and movies but never witnessed it nor anyone confirmed the myth, at least until now. Being the skeptic that he was, he really didn't believe burning your ex's photos could be of any help, but to each their own. "If I had known I would have brought my stack of photos and letters," he added in an equally amused yet sarcastic tone, before taking a sip from his beer. || @shstarters
“This might sound really odd, but I’ve never been to a bonfire before. This is my first one,” Liv confessed out loud to whoever was around her. “What do you usually do at these kinds of things?” Her upbringing had been very strict, so she never had many of the experiences that the average person did. “I can’t help but feel out of place.”
His brows furrowed for a second before he remembered who he was talking with. "I went to a few in college," he said with a shrug as he tried to recollect some memories from those nights. "You get drunk, you roast some marshmallows, people are always singing with an acoustic guitar and others play cards. It's really no different than a party except for you know, the giant pit of fire," he said as he gestured to the fire. "Don't worry, I'll keep you company and I'm going to make sure you have a great time," he reassured her, the smile on his face growing a tad.
@shstarters OPEN STARTER for SPRINGHILL BONFIRE NIGHT
Arriving at the camp sight around 3:30 pm, dot piled out of her 1967 volts wagon van and opened its back doors up, revealing the full sized bed in the back which was decorated with Bohemian style pillows and fairy lights lined the inside of the Van’s ceiling. Remodeling the van had been a passion project of hers since she’d found a YouTube series where people converted thier vans into tiny homes and she was pretty proud of how it turned out. Dot began to rummage through the back, looking for her various musical instruments. She was fully intent to play some mellow tunes around the campfire. Maybe she’d even wrangle some of the other talented folks from springhill to join in. Setting down her drum on the ground she reached for her guitar, completely oblivious to the person behind her until she’d accidentally smacked them with her guitar case. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She laughed nervously. “I really need to pay more attention my surroundings, I trust your okay, right? I didn’t.. mame you or anything?” She joked.
Nick wasn't the kind of guy who attended bonfires, so he wasn't entirely sure what was the proper etiquette to follow. Like most things in his life, he would just wing it and hope for the best. He arrived at the place thirty minutes after the scheduled time, and once there, he was unsure what to do next. Blue hues scanned the place, hoping he could spot a familiar face. He was so distracted looking around that he forgot to look ahead and he never saw the guitar case coming. "It's fine, don't worry about," he said with a smile. "I'll survive. "I guess this is a sign from the universe that I, also, should pay more attention to my surroundings," he replied as he touched the spot in his chest where he'd been smacked. Yeah, that was going to hurt tomorrow. "This is very cool. I've always seen people turning their vans into homes," he started as he moved to take a better look at the interior. "You did this all by yourself?"