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Bonjour mon ami. M’names Nick, Nick Bakker. An who, may I ask, are you?
“Spike Spiegel, at your service Mr. Bakker.”
“Nice ta meet ya Spike. Whataya do roun dese parts? IF ya don mind my askin.”
“That, is a question not even I know the answer to.”
“Wait- where he hell are dese parts?”
“Well den… Dese parts be New York, New York.”
“An dat would lead me ta ask de question, Why do ya have ta ask dat question…” he said while laughing.
Best friends
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Thank ya chere. *laughs* I don know why ya sendin dis ta me since we barely have talked at all.
Reblog if you make the faces your character would as you roleplay.
I want to see if I am the only one who does this or not.
firecracker-jubes asked: Run.
Nick was resting peacefully. Then he started dreaming.
Jubilee had just eaten three gift baskets absolutely filled with all sorts of candy. Oh nature… Nick said looking at the sheer amount of candy wrappers ripped off and laying around. Jubilee started to get hyper. Extremely hyper. Loud, obnoxiously hyper. An I live here… Cant get away.
(Source: thebadwolfofbaskerville)
marvelgirljeangrey asked: Run
Nick was tossing in his bed. Vivid images running through his head. The redhead from the X-men. Jean.
He saw her clearly standing in front of him. Floating with her telekinesis. “Mon ami… Ya not actin like a member right now, ya actin a lil crazy…” He said as he started backing away from the woman, red energy seemed to make her glow vibrantly.
He felt a prodding inside his head. “No, Jean… Dont you-” He was cut off with a wrenching pain inside. He fell to the ground huddled in the fetal position.
“Now now Bakker. Cant have you going out quite yet.” She said as ever painful memory was brought to the forefront of his mind, like he was reliving them over and over. Storm and his fight, Rem getting hurt, Val being killed infront of him. The face of everyone he had killed. Murdered. The word formed inside his mind of its own accord. His family trying to burn him alive. Everything played before his eyes like he was there again. “MAKE IT STOP!” He yelled and yelled. His body started to panic. Fear came in waves. It hit him again and again. “No…” HE whispered. “Please… Stop…” Tears were running down his cheeks freely. He tried to use his power but couldnt. “Ill do anything, Just please make it stop.”
“Cant let you off that easy… Murderer.” She said as his mind went on another trip. Pain seething through every ounce of his being as the memories still played through his mind.
He rose up out of his bed. Sheets were soaked with sweat and he was breathing heavily. His skin was dry to the touch. He grabbed the gallon of water he kept beside the bed and downed it in one long drink.
He sat on his bed against the head board with his knees to his chest the rest of the night.
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Bonjour mon ami. M’names Nick. Whatabout yaself?
one im a male secondly my name is Draco pyrus and thirdly I hunt demons
I’ve heard crazier things. *laughs* Nice ta meet ya Draco Demon Hunter.
Put “Run” in my Askbox and I’ll Write a Nightmare My Character Would Have About Your Character
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