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{indie rp blog for Nick of Left 4 Dead 2} #toriaii

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yeeeesssss goooooood

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loveable me is never truly gone            you'll NEVER rid of me hurhur

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IS THAT NICK I SEE ON MY DASH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

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     it miiiight beeeee;;;;;

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  'cause i ain't sticking around long:  a  f a n m i x  f o r  n i c k

  “Name’s Nick,

  but don’t bother learning it.”

   [listen]

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Don’t throw shade if you don’t want it tossed right back, Nicolas.

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     Nick stretches his arms, letting out a soft groan as his muscles ache and spasm a bit from sleeping on the hard ground. Being in the zombie apocalypse wasn't very fun anymore--    cancel that. It was never fun.                     "Uggggh..."      He sighs heavily, frustration and exhaustion is catching up to him, if not already attached right to his leg and when he hears noises behind him, all his mind proccesses to do is look over his shoulder and give a glare colder than winter ice,                     "Who the hell..?"

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What kind of man? |Nick

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"Nope." He replied simply. "Just got my GMC." Tallahassee finally put the sawed off back in the hostler strapped to his leg. "Suppose I could give ya lift. But if ya try to steal anythin’ from me, it’ll be the last thin’ ya do, comprende?”

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     Nick raises his arms in defense--                     "Woah now, I mean no harm. You can trust a guy like me."

   Well, you really couldn't trust a guy like him but Nick highly doubts the dudes got anything worth stealing, besides his vehicle that is. The conman misses having a wheel to sit behind after the last one he unfortunately lost.     So, a 'lift' was inviting enough for Nick to not think about totally blowing his chance, or his life. 

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What kind of man? |Nick

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Tallahassee nodded at his comment, he wasn’t concerned about their surroundings. He just didn’t give a damn. If he wanted to stand around and talk, he’d stand around and talk. He didn’t care if zombies were lurking about.

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     Seriously something about this guy was totally off but Nick shrugged it off.                     "Got anywhere decent?"    It would be much appreciated, to be honest. Getting off the streets and off his feet-- not crazy enough to just kick back and relax in an area full of zombies like some people. He had a bit of sense of survival. Just a bit.

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 The world’s filled with

                            L I A R S 

       Liars like

                               M E

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                         kisses

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                    don't give me your cooties.

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                      “jesus CHRIT.”

 ♥ ♥  toriaii  ♥ ♥

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                     Hardy-fucking-har.

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      “Soo….. This is awkward.” Pulled the short straws and got the LATE night watch party, Zoey’s just kind of rolling with it but an hour and a half of mostly silence and staring through the scope of a rifle kind of blowed, big time. A smirk crept it’s way onto the girl’s features, though it was mostly concealed by the darkness.

      “Ha, I bet you’ll get pounced by a Hunter before morning.” They said he was what, a betting man right?       “I bet you three cans of beans.” 

Big gamble, but not really because honestly Zoey didn’t like beans anyway, she kept her own stock of other canned goods to eat most of the time and gave away the beans. She’d have to quit eventually, but she’s biding her time. You know, waiting for a cure.

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                    "You're laughing now but you won't come morning when I'm            the winner of your silly little bet."      Of all people he'd of had to be stuck with-- well, Nick would have to admit as much as she really did piss him off, she was a lot better then the rest of her merry little crew. But not by much.                     "Okay, you're on. And I bet you're pretty face will get slimmed on             by some lonely old smoker.                             You can also have Ellis if you win, I think it's a fair trade."    Oh how the image was a lot more laughable and inviting in this boring night of watch. Nick had long given up keeping his gun up and ready and had it lazily laying against his shoulder while he kept his feet up.    Half tempted to just fall asleep and let Zoey do all the work but like hell he'd actually trust being asleep and defenseless around anyone- it was hard enough trusting his own group let alone cupcake over here.

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chargerrr :o haha idk

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[that-biker-with-the-vest]

"Almost as hilarious as your face."

"Almost as hilarious as the amount of hate I have for you."

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                    "How adorable, the big bad man baby hates me. Weeh."

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This is Nick’s “Anti-Zombie” outfit. Once it is colored, he will have a tacky hawaiian themed dress shirt. And Rainbow Spandex Shorts. A normal colored Tie.

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Asher sniffed lightly. A human was near... OK, maybe this one was nice. He padded closer, slow, but with a purpose. He gave a tiny screech to let the human know he was there, and then curled up in a submissive crouch and began to sing. "A, B, C, D, E, F, G..." -- alphxbet

     Well, if that just wasn’t the creepiest shit he’s ever seen before. Nick would have shot the kid in the head, if well, his gun didn’t make that obnoxious out-of-bullets clicking sound everytime he pulled the trigger.      Well fuck isn’t that just peachy.  Frowning and backing away from the strange zombie, he ran off before anything bad could happen.