[ NICK BALDWIN. 34. CIS-MALE. HE/HIM ] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 4 MONTHS ] and are originally from [ NEW YORK ]. They are a [ PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR ] and in their downtime love [ COOKING OUTRAGEOUS MEALS ] and [ RIDING MOTORCYCLES ]. They look a lot like [ BEN BARNES ] and live [ ON REDCLIFF ST ].
nikolai ‘nick’ baldwin: the mysterious reputation assassin.
born and raised in the hamptons in upstate new york.
younger brother to christian and joseph baldwin, nick grew up being the middle child.
without a second thought he began to consider himself as the black sheep of the family from the age of 5. since the family seemed to only deem him good enough when his older brothers weren’t behaving as planned.
despite the desire of growing up wanting to follow in his father’s practices of being a lawyer, nick decided giving his father the satisfaction of him out of all his kids taking that occupation didn’t sit well...so instead he opted on being a private investigator.
that’s where the male studied and attended princeton university, working in the police force for years to become the private investigator people may know him as.
he’s always coined mysterious, but he’s just not as in tune with life as others would be due to the mass amount of alone time he gets due to his job.
nick enjoys drinking, and tends to babble the more drunk he gets, opening up to those he may not know.
some may coin him as aggressive when in an argument, but nick considers himself passionate when he works himself up enough to argue with someone.
he prefers being alone, depending on himself and only himself which is why he opted for being a private investigator instead of a detective.
often times he does work with the police department if it helps to benefit his work.
your all around good guy with loner attributes.
more than likely has a beard, he loves his facial hair, it makes him feel like more of a man.
refuses to touch his trust fund, not wanting his dad to get the satisfaction of that.
is super attentive, and knows he’s a charming young man, however, if anyone points it out that isn’t himself he’s prone to lose interest.
huge romantic at heart. loves the novels, movies, etc.
probably one of the best unprofessional chefs you’ll ever run into.
has never experienced love himself nor did he witness it first hand but he’s hopeful he’ll get his chance and will take it if it feels right.
Mirella stared through the window of the quaint furniture store, lips pressed tightly together and brows creased. She was always on the hunt for furniture to hoard for staging purposes — and now for herself with her new home in mind. But there was a different vibe here, one that she was still trying to understand. “Did I miss a memo? The person that decided the faux-distressed look was a trend must have also thought that painting quotes like live laugh love on a plank of wood was a good idea.”
he had been moved into town long enough to have gotten his shit together. could he say that he has gotten shit together? of course not. the male had woken up determined to get a bed or at least a couch into his home by the end of the week. at the soft voice, nick turns his head to the brunette, eyes following hers before a soft laugh falls from his lips, “erm...” he shrugs, “probably, yeah. unless you can read minds then that’s another story.” he laughs again, “something you’re not feeling?”
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Location | Her flat, their house, she’s drunk hung over on a bed/couch somewhere.
Waking up the hangover was immediate, the pounding in her head. What the hell had she drunk last night. Sitting up she got as far as she could before the wave of regret followed her. “Oh god.” Looking around the room Maggie realized she wasn’t alone, eyes landing on the other in the room. “I don’t even want to know.”
walking in front the room door with a cup of tea and a smirk on his lips, nick watches the femme. her words makes a burst of laughter fall from his lips, the male cocking his hips as he leans against the door frame, “are you sure?” the tall slender male raises a brow, “i promise there are loads of laughs and a bunch of embarrassment to go with it.”
“i’m a woman with a lot of different preferences and i don’t feel like i should have a favorite overall when each day makes me feel different. however, it all depends from which place. mainly, i’ll always take a good donut and will suffer the consequences that come with that.” sugar was a killer but she had a sweet tooth. “well, i should be shunning you from the steps of our radio station just for being too lazy to turn the station from your playlist to our radio station.” in truth, she couldn’t blame him too much because she adored some good throw back playlist. “you can find me from six am to 1 pm.” the brunette said as she folded her arms over her chest. “i think you should call in tomorrow, just so i know you’re being honest with me.”
“mmm, so is it safe to presume you’re picky?” nick raises a brow in questioning. though he understands. nick himself wasn’t the biggest sugar fan but it was puddy for a sugar donut from dunkin donuts or a glazed donut from krispy kreme. sheepishly shrugging his shoulders, the dark-haired male lips twitch with amusement. sometimes he listened to the radio but he typically avoid podcast like stations. "i mean how can you not? are you telling me that you don’t have a theme song or a theme playlist for your different kind of moods? i refuse to believe that.” the male shakes his head, tutting his teeth in the process. chuckling, a blush fills the male’s cheek, “call in? aren’t you afraid i’d take over your show. you’re charming and all but i hear i can be very dazzling on air. i tend to charmingly, at least i say, talk my foot into my mouth.”
“You think?” Anna asked, holding her arms out with a little flourish as she showed off the dress for another second, glancing at in the mirror. “Nah. I’m plenty zen in my real life. Dress up parties are about doing something different, don’t you think?”
nick simply shrugs. he typically wouldn’t put much thought into this, wouldn’t have too much of an opinion. “yeah, i mean the territory of weed comes with that whole vibe so i imagine a lot of stoners just throwing flower crown on their head. i do like the hard and different colors though. i think you’d definitely be prone to standing out.”
“hey!” nick greets with a grimace, “took ya long enough.” his tone annoyed despite the fact that he had literally arrived seconds before joseph. “what were you getting into?”
myra watched the male approach, extending her arm towards the boxes to tell him that he could help himself out. “i would have taken the donut but i’m a sugar fiend.” she did like pizza though but she knew how hard she’d have to work it off at the gym later on. it didn’t stop her from a second or third slice. “i’m a radio host. i’m surprised you had to ask. my voice doesn’t enchant you into wanting to listen to it all day?” she teased, smirking. “i’m usually on the air in the morning and this felt like a nice change. i can sit out here and eat pizza, i’ve hard worst jobs. i’m myra, by the way.”
“a donut over pizza? that’s wild. obviously probably this pizza but on a regular day, is that your preference?” nick wonders bewildered. he loves food, could possibly talk someone’s ear off about his junk food favorites. laughing out loud,nick shrugs, he goes in to take a bite, using the moment to study the femme’s voice, “wouldn’t say that. very enchanting, and sensual, however, i’ve recently come to town and when i’m in my car or on my phone, my playlist is going.” he explains with a deep sigh. taking another bite, a loud hum rumbles from the male’s throat, “oh yeah, being outdoors with free food isn’t the worst. if you wanna hear bad shit, i have stories to tell for years. i’m nick...obviously new to town.” he introduces himself, “lovely to meet you. so, to obviously become well versed in silverlake culture, exactly what time can i find you on air in the morning?”
“You mean…” He picks up the business card-slash-gift tag that he’d unceremoniously tossed into the pile of crumpled plastic, and reads, “Darren Jones, Construction Manager, Premier General Contractors.” He grins. “There’s a bunch of other shit in here, you’re free to get whatever. I’m sure my brother wouldn’t mind.”
chuckling, nick shrugs his shoulders, “i don’t know, everyone has different taste. your brother seems to be on this guy’s list. or maybe it’s a co worker. either way, i don’t give a shit, let me see what’d be useful.” the tall broody man begins shuffling through the basket, “you know, some of this shit you could give to a female friend if you’re in that whole fuck your brother mood.” nick smiles, i’m not really thoughtful with that shit so i’ll take this.” the male mumbles picking up the gummies, treat my belly.
“What the fuck kind of welcome to the world gift do you get for two babies that are like–” He held out his palm and gestured to the length of it with his index finger as a size comparison, “–This big?”
“a tablet? isn’t that the gift for babies now a days?” nick shrugs his shoulders, “no, probably something they’d enjoy like one of those rockers or maybe toys for their playpen? i’ve been told i’m the worst gift giver, so that’s just about as much help as i’m able to offer.”
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based on the redcliff street bulletin from this post!
“Look at this. How bougie is this?” In his hands, the plastic wrapper from the gift basket addressed to the homeowner, his brother, had been torn off as he rummaged through the contents. “A thirty-dollar gift certificate for a massage, a fuckin’… scented candle, what? Yogurt-flavored gummies? What? Who even likes this shit?”
at the male’s voice sudden voice, nick turns his head the direction of the other. at the sight of a gift basket, he couldn’t help the chuckle, shaking his head as jj goes on about the contents of the basket. “seems like someone has a crush.” the tall brunette perks up looking over the man’s shoulder, “whose it from?”