I'm NOT an IT

"Stop calling me an it and stop treating me like a FUCKING keychain!"Status: Grumpy as fuck ((Indie roleplay blog for the disembodied head of Nick Carlyle. Associated strongly with forsakencygnet cause I'm her friend.))

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After Swan was finished cleaning up he came back out into the living room, pushing his hair out of his face as he looked at the head. The hazel-eyed youth pursed his lips in slight annoyance, as if he was still pissed off at Nick “Having fun?” he mocked, before snatching him up and holding him up slightly “Where do you think you were going?”

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Nick would hear the footsteps before being picked up, causing him to tense up. "Outside. To be eaten by the biggest and most terrifying thing I see fit, obviously." Nick replied dryly before looking at Swan. About three different expressions flashed across his face in a second. At first Nick was just confused, figuring Swan was somewhere else and a better-looking friend was holding Nick up right now. Then he realized Swan didn't HAVE any friends. Then he realized this figure looked identical, if slightly older, to the kid in the pictures. Then he realized Swan was one whole human bean. Nick's epiphany was concluded in an expression of terror, as if his already damaged world had now finally collapsed on him.

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people who think a zombie apocalypse would be cool

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"My rebuttle; dear Nick."

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I drew you a picture. I mean it's more like I drew you in a picture. 

I like it.

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Nick felt a strange kind of awkward discomfort. He felt like he had a knot in the pit of his stomach, even though he lacked those body parts. An uncomfortable amount had passed, as Nick began to start looking around. He noted the pictures right next to him as one of the first things. Looking at them, he saw a young boy with smiling parents. Other pictures showed a lanky looking teen, a little awkward looking. Nick chuckled as he wondered who this dude was, he looked like someone Nick went to school with. Nick sighed As he remembered his friends and everyone else he knew from school.

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Swan just stayed in the room not wanting to be around Nick for a moment. He left the other alone with the photos as he stood up and went to change out of the dramatic goth clothing, to a more casual black turtleneck and jeans. He wiped the rest of the makeup off and cleaned his face in the dingy mirror that hung in his room, as well as brushing out his hair. He half expected Nick to have run away somehow when he went back out, and part of him wanted the other to, so he was taking his time. The goth pulled down the neckline of his sweater and looked at the thick black stitches holding his head in place. He stared at them for a long moment before sighing quietly and fixing the sweater again.

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Nick shook his head, ridding himself of all this silly unnecessary thinking. He realized in stead his excellent chance for escape now that Swan was gone. Nick moved himself around, falling over before rolling off the couch. "agh fuck!" He cursed a bit too loud. Hoping Swan hadn't heard him, he started his slow travel through the strange house. As Nick made it almost out of the room, he remembered the foreign scenery of this world. Remembering where he was, he worried about the dangers of this world. Suddenly he wondered whether it'd be wiser to stay here. With a growl, he realized he might very well be safer...As long as Swan didn't seem intent on hurting him.

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Nick stared back at Swan, oblivious to the other’s emotions He expected to be hurt, thrown around, or at least yelled at, but was surprised to find none of that happened.  Nick stayed oddly quiet until the went through the portal, at which he voiced some more objections. He grunted upon making contact with the couch, having expected a harder surface.  When Swan stormed out, Nick was left being entirely and utterly confused. He simply could not place what had just happened, or what caused the goth to react this way. What sick twisted malicious intent would the other have by leaving the room?-…It seemed as if he was trying to appear hurt. As if he had feelings, as if he was an actual human being. Nick frowned at his realization, He had started out just as much of a kid as Nick, some day. Somehow that made him much more uncomfortable than thinking of Swan as some senseless monster.

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Swan rubbed at his eyes, sniffing slightly behind the door. He felt conflicted, broken. Should he just take Nick back to the surface? The thought of being alone in this place terrified him but….being here with someone who hate his guts did as well. He rest his forehead on his knees, attempting to blink away tears. He scolded himself mentally for crying, for feeling hurt at the honest truth about himself. The goth rubbed at the makeup, smearing it, black smudges across his cheek and hand. He stared at it for a moment before making a small noise in his throat, trying to swallow back a sob 

'Idiot. Stupid idiot. Why are you crying? Stop crying. No one likes people who cry. You're only proving him right.' 

The teen grabbed a nearby shirt, one of the things he’d scavenged from the death and trash around the desolate landscape. He began to wipe the makeup fully off his face, sniffling and crying quietly to himself. After that he took his contacts out and just sort of sat there, trying not to cry anymore.

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Nick felt a strange kind of awkward discomfort. He felt like he had a knot in the pit of his stomach, even though he lacked those body parts. An uncomfortable amount had passed, as Nick began to start looking around. He noted the pictures right next to him as one of the first things. Looking at them, he saw a young boy with smiling parents. Other pictures showed a lanky looking teen, a little awkward looking. Nick chuckled as he wondered who this dude was, he looked like someone Nick went to school with. Nick sighed As he remembered his friends and everyone else he knew from school.

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The look Swan gave him was somewhere between anger and genuine hurt. He quickly looked away from Nick, trying to hide how badly it had hurt him. The goth bit his lip slightly, walking a bit faster “That’s fine.” he muttered softly “No one ever has anyway.” all anger and fight had left him at that comment, and part of him just wanted to drop Nick and leave him, but he stubbornly kept carrying him instead, not wanting to leave without him. 

The goth stepped through the portal silently, entering the red hellish landscape. He walked towards the dilapidated building that served as his him and angrily just tossed Nick onto his couch amidst endless stacks of books and faded sooty photographs that they’d brought from the living world. 

Swan quickly went to his room and slammed the door shut, sinking to the floor an hiding his face, trying not to let the comment get to him any further. It had hurt, it had hurt a lot, especially knowing that the other was right. He was a freak….he was unloved. Even his own guardian, his aunt, hadn’t cared at all about him. 

A thousand insults, a billion words and instances that had proved this fact time and time again whirled through his head as he squeezed his eyes shut, his hands moving to cover his ears as if trying to block the sound out. Stupid. This had been so stupid. He should have never tried.

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Nick stared back at Swan, oblivious to the other's emotions He expected to be hurt, thrown around, or at least yelled at, but was surprised to find none of that happened.  Nick stayed oddly quiet until the went through the portal, at which he voiced some more objections. He grunted upon making contact with the couch, having expected a harder surface.  When Swan stormed out, Nick was left being entirely and utterly confused. He simply could not place what had just happened, or what caused the goth to react this way. What sick twisted malicious intent would the other have by leaving the room?-...It seemed as if he was trying to appear hurt. As if he had feelings, as if he was an actual human being. Nick frowned at his realization, He had started out just as much of a kid as Nick, some day. Somehow that made him much more uncomfortable than thinking of Swan as some senseless monster.

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"Agh FUCk" Nick groaned at hitting the ground before making the appropriate pain noises at being stomped on. He groaned again, softer now, looking up at swan in disgust. "Yeah maybe I am a dick" He spat on the floor, blood from a busted lip running through the saliva. "But you’re a fuckin’ psyho."  Nick had continued putting a valiant fight the whole time, but fatigue and pain were catching up to him now. As the jock was left panting just slightly on the ground, not enough energy to try and lift himself.

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"I’m the psycho who owns your stupid little face now." he growled, grabbing Nick by the hair and lifting him up a bit "Not like Juliet would have much need for a useless disembodied head anyway; huh? You’re nothing more than a keychain to her without your body." he teased maliciously, too angry to think about how hurtful his words might be "You would’ve joined me in Hell eventually anyway so why wait?" he continued into the woods still holding Nick by his hair, a little smirk on his face "Might as well start your sentence early, you stupid sack of shit."

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Nick Hissed through his teeth in pain, managing to keep his eyes open enough to stare defiantly into Swan's face. Muscles around his neck and jaw would tense just slightly at Swan's words, just barely visible to the attentive eye. "Better a keychain than some unloved psycho FREAK" he yelled "No matter how much you'll parade me around, I will never be "with" you, I will never even associate myself to have anything to DO with you!"

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"I say tons of shit!" Nick replied in a hissy tone. "What bloody purpose do you even have taking me?! You’re just being a douche" Nick grumbled, exhibiting an impressive frown as he was forced to keep bouncing off of Swan’s behind with every step. "Can’t you learn to leave other, more charismatic people in peace?" Nick continued his complaining, feeling entirely helpless. there was nothing he could do to defend himself, like some animal stripped of it’s claws and fangs-…Wait, fangs?

Nick dreaded his next action. He managed to flip himself around before clamping his jaws around Swan’s upper thigh, biting down on the other quite hard. “LETMMEGO” He managed to hiss out in between his teeth.

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Swan shrieked when he was bitten, and yanked Nick off of him before just throwing him to the ground and stomping on him. Not hard enough to break anything of course but enough to make a point about his willingness to do so, and to keep him in place “YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD” he screeched “IDIOT”

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"Agh FUCk" Nick groaned at hitting the ground before making the appropriate pain noises at being stomped on. He groaned again, softer now, looking up at swan in disgust. "Yeah maybe I am a dick" He spat on the floor, blood from a busted lip running through the saliva. "But you're a fuckin' psyho."  Nick had continued putting a valiant fight the whole time, but fatigue and pain were catching up to him now. As the jock was left panting just slightly on the ground, not enough energy to try and lift himself.

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Nick would stare back with a satisfied smirk before letting out a yelp of fear at being dropped. Back in Swan’s hand, he stared deviantly at the other, seeming to growl a tiny bit. Nick protested at being moved to Swan’s butt, trying to lean away as much as his limitations allowed him. “Keeping me”?? The fuck is wrong with you, you can’t keep me im a human bEING” Nick’s voice cracked, revealing some panic he had been doing his absolute best to hide.

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"Thought you said you didn’t care." he mocked, striding back towards the woods where he’d come from, stepping off the asphalt parking lot and back onto dirt, his hips swinging lazily "I’m taking you with me, and that’s final." Swan couldn’t help but feel a tad bit smug, seeing as he knew that Nick couldn’t do shit about it. It was…nice to have control.

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"I say tons of shit!" Nick replied in a hissy tone. "What bloody purpose do you even have taking me?! You're just being a douche" Nick grumbled, exhibiting an impressive frown as he was forced to keep bouncing off of Swan's behind with every step. "Can't you learn to leave other, more charismatic people in peace?" Nick continued his complaining, feeling entirely helpless. there was nothing he could do to defend himself, like some animal stripped of it's claws and fangs-...Wait, fangs? Nick dreaded his next action. He managed to flip himself around before clamping his jaws around Swan's upper thigh, biting down on the other quite hard. "LETMMEGO" He managed to hiss out in between his teeth.

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Nick gave a disgusted look at Swan, probably feverishly hoping the other wasn’t going to switch hands suddenly. “Take me with you? The heEEAAAaa” Nick reacted negatively to being flung up like a toy. It was something he could never, nor wanted to get used to. Nick looked down at Swan with some sort of scowl. He made an odd noise before spitting Swan square into the face. “I’m sorry to admit I don’t give a shit” he snapped.

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The goth winced as he was spit on, his eyes closing for a brief moment. Swan looked up at Nick with a small frown on his face before rolling his eyes a bit and letting Nick drop, grabbing him by his hair again, slowly standing up before moving the head to his hip and clipping him to his belt just as Juliet would “Good, then you won’t care that I’m keeping you.”

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Nick would stare back with a satisfied smirk before letting out a yelp of fear at being dropped. Back in Swan's hand, he stared deviantly at the other, seeming to growl a tiny bit. Nick protested at being moved to Swan's butt, trying to lean away as much as his limitations allowed him. "Keeping me"?? The fuck is wrong with you, you can't keep me im a human bEING" Nick's voice cracked, revealing some panic he had been doing his absolute best to hide.

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"choo choo bitch, get out of my way everyone Nick is comin thr-" Nick’s happy little escape was rudely interrupted by Swan, he would make a very unmanly noise in surprise to being grabbed. "Get your freaky hands off of me, fuck!" Nick attempted to bite at the other, doing everything in his power not to be picked up. Which wasn’t much to be honest.

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He laughed a bit, holding his groin with one hand and the head with the other “Nah I don’t think I will. I think I’m just gonna take you with me.” he tossed Nick in the air so that he could turn him around, catching him in one hand and holding him up by his neck brace like some sort of weird homage to shakespeare “You wanna see where I got sent after High School; big guy?”

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Nick gave a disgusted look at Swan, probably feverishly hoping the other wasn't going to switch hands suddenly. "Take me with you? The heEEAAAaa" Nick reacted negatively to being flung up like a toy. It was something he could never, nor wanted to get used to. Nick looked down at Swan with some sort of scowl. He made an odd noise before spitting Swan square into the face. "I'm sorry to admit I don't give a shit" he snapped.

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"Fuck no, talking’s the last thing I have left!" Nick rolled himself over, accidentally bumping into Swan’s head before changing direction. "Well as long as you’re just kinda..safely incapacitated right here-im just gon- go ahead and uhh, fuckin leave" Nick started rolling away, actually making some impressive speed for just being a head.

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He was on all fours now, still whining from the hit to his groin. He looked over at Nick making a break for it and started to move towards the head, still on all fours. He reached out and snatched at Nick’s hair “No…you’re gonna…nngh…stay right here.”

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"choo choo bitch, get out of my way everyone Nick is comin thr-" Nick's happy little escape was rudely interrupted by Swan, he would make a very unmanly noise in surprise to being grabbed. "Get your freaky hands off of me, fuck!" Nick attempted to bite at the other, doing everything in his power not to be picked up. Which wasn't much to be honest.

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Nick managed to turn himself, facing his former enemy. “Oh shit it’s-hey what’s wroo-ooooohhhhhhh” Nick stared ahead for a while as the logical chain of events started to click together.  He turned notably giddy, starting to laugh as he exclaimed. “Oh man, I hit you right in the nads didn’t I! Guess you weren’t using them much anyway tho, you pinstripe-wearing fuck” Nick continued to laugh, falling back over.

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The zombie continued to wheeze, trying to pull himself up, his eyes squeezed shut as he coughed lightly and tried to catch his breath. He opened on eye the best he could as he watched the other fall back over, scowling quietly “Shut…the fuck up….” he grunted, before resting his forehead on the ground and groaning.

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"Fuck no, talking's the last thing I have left!" Nick rolled himself over, accidentally bumping into Swan's head before changing direction. "Well as long as you're just kinda..safely incapacitated right here-im just gon- go ahead and uhh, fuckin leave" Nick started rolling away, actually making some impressive speed for just being a head.

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Swan paused when he heard Ellenore yelling. He recognized her voice from when he’d wandered into the complex and met Ilias. His own pale eyes widened the moment he saw the head flying towards him and quickly moved to jump out of the way only to be hit squarely in the groin by Nick. The Goth went down like the scrawny little scarecrow he was and just lay there, wheezing quietly as he tried to catch his breath.

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Nick managed to turn himself, facing his former enemy. "Oh shit it's-hey what's wroo-ooooohhhhhhh" Nick stared ahead for a while as the logical chain of events started to click together.  He turned notably giddy, starting to laugh as he exclaimed. "Oh man, I hit you right in the nads didn't I! Guess you weren't using them much anyway tho, you pinstripe-wearing fuck" Nick continued to laugh, falling back over.

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"First up in the midget olympics! Ilias, the first up!" Ellenore shouted, obviously amused. Ilias himself, however, was just as amused, as he readied himself up. "Aaaaaand..." Ellenore started, raising her starting gun, "Go!" She fired, and Ilias sprinted up, and with a light grunt, he kicked the disembodied head. As soon as the head was sent flying, the two old coots booked it, laughing their asses off.

Nick had been blissfully unaware of his impending fate. he could hear the two talking clearly enough to rise suspicion. As soon as nick managed to scoot himself so he could face the two lunatics, his eyes widened in dread as he began to shout. “wait what- no..no no NO NO NONONONO” Nick was sent flying through the air, exclaiming a “what the FUCK man” throughout his graceful voyage.

He’d be facing away from whatever object he landed himself into. Which happened to be Swan’s crotchal area in this case. Nick fell back down on the ground with a thump, groaning in pain as he attempted to right himself. Not yet noticing the other. “Shit, that hurt like a motherfucker”