Nick Burkhardt (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
detectivetroll) wrote2012-05-21 11:10 pm
detectivetroll) wrote2012-05-21 11:10 pm
[001 | Open Commentlog]
[A lot of really strange things have been happening to Nick lately, but he can safely say that somehow getting kidnapped on the walk from his aunt's trailer to his car, without actually seeing anyone or even being aware that he'd been knocked unconscious, was pretty much the last thing he was expecting.
So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.
He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.
See? Never expect things.
His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]
[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]
So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.
He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.
See? Never expect things.
His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]
[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]
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Now is not time for naked cuddles, man. They don't even know where they are, that's a whole nother conversation.
He didn't say anything now, either. ...also yes. That was pretty much the point of that story. Lowens are evil.]
They haven't hurt anyone. They just make me suspicious.
[Nick's too busy staring at Monroe's neck to notice his expression, though he does finally look up when Monroe demands to see. Yeah, if Nick's not happy about this, he can only imagine how Monroe feels.
He steps back, letting his hand fall from Monroe's neck, but holding his hand in mid air to stare at his own tattoo.]
I don't know if there's a mirror in here.
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Lowens are evil. Watch your ass around cats dude. Pointedly ignores that Julian is one.]
You figured that out already? [It's not that he doesn't trust Nick to figure things out. He just really wants to know how certain Nick is about that.]
Do you have your phone? Or something. Come on man. I need to see this.
[He runs his hands around his neck trying to feel where it is. The idea of it being a collar is already seeping in.]
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He watches his ass around everyone, man. Except Monroe. And Julian can be the exception that proves the rule?]
Yeah, I have. Or at least, there's no reports of it happening.
[Even back home, though, crimes were under reported, which is why Nick's suspicious.]
Uh, right. Hang on.
[Nick pulls out his phone, handing it to Monroe even as he reaches out to touch the markings around Monroe's neck again.]
I wonder if the places are random, or if it means something.