[Nick's feed comes up and he's once again leaning on a counter in the store he works at, right next to the register. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't be posting at work, really, but no one's in there and he needs something to do. He doesn't look like he's in a very good mood right now. Not that he's ever Mr. Sunshine, but he looks pretty damn tired and ( Read more... )

[Nick pops up on the video feed. He's standing in his kitchen, it looks like, a glass of scotch in hand and leaning casually on the counter.] So, looks like Ro's getting settled into her new place... and I'm back to living alone again. [But he doesn't sound like he's complaining, honestly. He likes being on his own. He gives a teasing look into the ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on and Nick is sporting a little bit of stubble again, looking well... a little bit smashed. He figured he was allowed to get drunk when his sort-of-girlfriend was killed... on a Valentines date with some other dude, according to the news feed and shit--he was just not in the best mood. He's been pissed and yeah, okay, kinda ( Read more... )

[Nick didn't realize right off the bat he'd accidentally flipped on his device. He'd had it out for a reason, sure, which he probably shouldn't have considering he was at work, but hey. Had to pass the time somehow, right ( Read more... )

[Well, hello there network. Nick has been a little... busy lately, so he hasn't had much time to check in. Being a prisoner and all does that to you. He's making time now though, chin on his palm, peering into the camera. Still in that orange jumpsuit.]

Okay, gonna be getting out in time for the holidays at least. I know this is a really shitty ( Read more... )

[The video flickers on. You might notice the place doesn't look like the usual sort Nick hangs out at. He's leaning against a dull grey wall and not in his usual sharp suits. On further inspection, you might notice he's in prison garb, sporting a few cuts and bruises, and looking (considerably) pissed.]

So, uh, I'm in a little bit of trouble. [He ( Read more... )

[Hey, Nick's here--in a brand new gray suit because hey, the white one was ruined from the first day he got here, the other got ruined in the second zombie apocalypse... thing that happened awhile ago, and he felt he deserved a new one, okay ( Read more... )

[Nick is really fucking unimpressed right now. There's a video and those familiar with it might realize it's Rochelle's apartment. He's on the couch, his nice new suit stained with blood and guts and God only knows what else again, a few new gashes and bruises marring his face. He's panting and tired and there's a lot of racket going on in the ( Read more... )

So, back home, I made a lot of my money in poker and gambling. It bought me several $3,000 suits, y'know? And got my ex a Maserati. Kinda missing the excitement that comes along with it, so I guess what I'm trying to ask is... would anyone be up for a game? I'd like to organize something... wouldn't be high stakes, more laid back than that. [Or ( Read more... )

Okay, okay.

[There's a man in a muddy, bloody, and Lord-knows-what-that-stain-is suit. He's got a gash on his forehead, scratches down his chest that's just peaking out his slightly open shirt. Those were old, ones he'd had during the whole damn apocalypse. He's sporting a few new ones though, some bruses and scratches, there's a particularly ( Read more... )