OKAY SO I TOLD YOU THAT MY PARENTS HATE ME ON THE INTERNET RIGHT? WELL THEY DID IT AGAIN. Took away me internet. UGH. So I’m on my phone right now x.x I’ll be on tomorrow though <3

AUUUGH. WRAPPING PRESENTS. SDJGHKJDSFHSDF ILL BE BACK IN ABOUT AN HOUR. DON’T GO. I NEED TO ENTERTAIN MY PARENTS SO THEY DON’T TAKE AWAY MY INTERNET AGAIN x.x

the wind is so strong outside my house and it’s really freaking me out, guys… o.o

lily-greenwood:

YOUR CHARACTERS ARE SO BIPOLAR AGAINST EACH OTHER. 

ooc: LOLOLOL I KNOW. IT IS SO WEIRD. AND SO TWISTED. IM AFRAID ASLO’S GONNA LIKE START YELLING ALICE AND NICK WILL START CUDDLING HER. LOLOLLOLOL I CANT.

alice-chase:

He looked like he had been through hell. And her heart clenched in the most awful way. Alice had never meant for any of this to happen. And she certainly hadn’t meant for Nick to pay for her sins. Alice knelt down in front of the cell, looking at the ground. His dark, angry eyes, were boring into her and making her feel ill. “I never meant for this to happen. For that you have to believe me.”

A small sigh fell from the girl’s lips. “I didn’t find out that you’d been blamed until after they’d taken you away. Had I known, I would have confessed. I didn’t mean for this to happen to you, Nick. And I’m truly sorry for it.” That normal childish, innocent tone that was always in her voice had disappeared. She sounded so much older than she was. And so broken inside.

She knew he wouldn’t accept her apology. She knew that the second he was let out of this cell, he’d choke the life out of her. But…she had to try. Even if it was utterly futile.

Nick let out a ragged breath, his eyes still staring at Alice in disbelief as he listened, somewhat obediently. He honestly didn’t know what he wanted to hear out of her mouth. She knew it was going to be an apology, but Nick knew it wasn’t enough. And an apology it was- a very strange one since Nick almost didn’t recognize that voice to be Alice’s. If he didn’t have his sight, he would have sworn Alice had hired someone else to apologize to him, but there she was, crouched down and apologizing. It wasn’t enough.

“What the fuck did you do it, Alice?!” He demanded, curling forward so that he was that much closer to the cell bars. “Why the fuck did you kill a man and not realize I would be fucking blamed!?” He narrowed his eyes at her, for they had met before. Although only briefly, they talked, and Alice knew very well about his anger issues. She should have known he would have been the first suspect and since she didn’t- Nick was convinced she did it on purpose. She purposely stepped back and let things unfold for itself so she wouldn’t have to take the blame. That was what angered Nick the most. He more his eyes deep into her head just wishing he had some sort of laser vision that could cut through her skull and make her pay for the pain she put him through- the pain of losing Lily.

lily-greenwood:

It had seemed that Lily’s whole world had taken a sudden turn in a matter of hours. She’d been wandering around the facility as she always did, feeling a little more awake today for she’d been able to actually get some sleep the previous night with Tony holding her and helping her feel safe, when she heard a familiar voice. That fast-speaking, insane voice that she hadn’t heard in months. Aslo. She had been so happy to see him, his return would certainly help turn Alice’s frown upside down, and she had missed her crazy friend who called her Lilypad and ran circles around her never stopping to take a breath as he spoke and spoke and spoke. But with Aslo back, something clicked in her mind and it was this that had turned things around-was Nick back too? It had been confirmed that he was, and when Lily had heard where the two of them had been all these months she was close to trembling with anger. They’d hurt them again?! The prick in charge of Bayview really was a sick bastard if he kept sending them away to places like this.

Lily hadn’t ever really forgotten about Nick when he’d left. In fact, she’d been angry and confused and upset when he had, she’d even found herself crying a few times and she couldn’t figure out why. All they’d done was yell at each other, but she couldn’t help but care for him-she couldn’t stop either. Eventually she’d begun to accept the fact he was probably never coming back, and Tony had helped her with moving on. But now Lily was incredibly confused because she cared for Tony and Nick and it wasn’t like she was with  either of them, but she still felt like by getting close to Tony like she had that she’d screwed something up with Nick.

Either way, she needed to see Nick. She couldn’t explain it, she just needed  to. Aslo had Alice and Lily to help him recover and feel safe again, but Nick was all alone with cruel guards watching over him. Who was there to help him feel safe? And so while Aslo distracted the guards with his rambles, Lily picked the lock to Nick’s room, sneaking in and closing the door behind her. She paused for a moment, leaning against the door, almost scared to move. Not for fear of being caught, but for fear of coming face to face with Nick again-she hadn’t prepared for this. Lily closed her eyes for a moment, gulping back the lump in her throat before moving over to his bed where she could see the shadow of him sleeping. As she came closer, Lily saw bruises and scars and fresh blood all over his tan skin, illuminated in the small shed of moonlight that shone in through the barred window of the room. She felt tears spring to her eyes, blurring her vision a little. He looked weaker than she’d ever seen him look, rings of exhaustion were visible underneath his closed eyes, and even though he looked slightly peaceful as he slept, his brow was still furrowed a little as if he was having a nightmare or he’d fallen to sleep stressed. It hurt Lily to see him like this.

She wanted to let him sleep, god knows he probably hadn’t been able to in a while, but she also wanted to speak to him. “Nick…” Lily whispered, choking back the tears in her voice, tears from confusion and pain and also anger for what had been done to him. She lifted up her hand hesitantly and gently wiped some blood off his forehead, stroking it softly. “Nick.” She whispered a little louder this time.

Nick was dreaming as he always did- well, they were usually nightmares, but from time to time, he had something that resembled a dream- an image of Lily. It was usually like a slide show- with little clips of her smile, her laugh and the way she ran her hands through her hair, flipping it completely to one side. He always liked that. But his dream would fall short from a dream in the way that he couldn’t reach her. He’d find himself running and tripping, his legs moving as fast as they could, but he didn’t move an inch. He’d claw at the ground and do everything he could, but she’d stay the same distance away from him- just out of reach. It pained him, but he settled for it- enjoying it when it popped up amongst the horrible nightmares filled with guards, guns, handcuffs, tasers and needles that put him to sleep, for it was the only thing that made him happy. It was never enough, though. Never enough to calm him or satisfy his hunger for her. So he stayed angry.

Again, he was having that same dream, but this time, Lily was closer than ever. He reached out and gently touched her, but like that, she moved away. Darkness fell around him and anger suddenly boiled inside of him. He found himself running again, trying to reach her when her voice fell from the heavens. He stopped, dead cold. Was he just imagining things? No, her loud voice confirmed it. It was her- and like that, Nick woke with a jolt. His eyes snapped open and due to what he’s been through, he sat up in alarm even at the sight of Lily. But he didn’t yell, shout or even move in the way he usually would if a guard woke him up. He was frozen, his hands still pulled behind him due to handcuffs and a heavy industrial lock. He stared at her in disbelief. It can’t be… Nick narrowed his eyes trying to figure out if it was just some drug or his own imagination that caused him to conjure her up in front of him, but… her touch felt so real.

With a hoarse, tired voice that had been strained one too many times, Nick slowly leaned forward, his eyes searching hers for any confirmation that she was real before whispering, “Lily…?” He sounded cracked and broken- his voice tainted with just a tinge of hope. It had to be the real Lily. It just had to. She was there- he could see her, he could smell her, he could feel her and yet the throbbing on the side of his head told him to be wary. “Is that… really you?” At those words, Nick coughed- a horrid, coarse cough that erupted like firecrackers from his chest. The result was blood, which he spat off the side of his bed, not even caring where it landed. He knew someone would have to clean it up eventually. Turning his face away, Nick lowered his head in slight shame. If it was the real Lily he didn’t want her to see him in that shape- maybe for the fact that he didn’t want to seem weak in front of her, but it was too late for that. He just didn’t want her to see him when he was barely there, but now there was no helping it.

(Source: mr-nickthomas)

lily-greenwood:

mr-nickthomas:

OH GOSH GUYS. IM SERIOUSLY CRYING. LIKE LEGIT CRYING. I HAVENT PLAYED AN ANGRY PAINED CHARACTER LIKE NICK IN SOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG. RECENTLY, I’VE PLAYED CHILDREN AND HORNY LESBIANS THEN BAM. ANGRY!NICK. OH MY GOSH. I CAN’T KEEP MYSELF FROM THESE TEARS. LOLOLOLOL

LOLOLOLOOLOLOL CHILDREN AND HORNY LESBIANS. OH HOW I MISSED YOU BBY :P

ooc: LOLOL ITS TRUE <3 I WAS HAPPILY PLAYING CHILDREN THEN I GOT JEALOUS OF THE TEENAGE RELATIONSHIPS SO I MADE A LESBIAN AND THEN NOW IM BACK HERE. OH GOSH. THE PAIN. THE TEARS. 

OH GOSH GUYS. IM SERIOUSLY CRYING. LIKE LEGIT CRYING. I HAVENT PLAYED AN ANGRY PAINED CHARACTER LIKE NICK IN SOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG. RECENTLY, I’VE PLAYED CHILDREN AND HORNY LESBIANS THEN BAM. ANGRY!NICK. OH MY GOSH. I CAN’T KEEP MYSELF FROM THESE TEARS. LOLOLOLOL

alice-chase:

Alice knew that if Aslo had returned, then Nick must have as well. For once, she felt guilt for what she’d done to him. Even if it had been entirely unintentional. She hadn’t meant for Nick to take the blame for her crime. No, she’d never want that. But people had started pointing fingers with no evidence. The more she thought about it, the more simple it was to see that Nick was a prime suspect. He had anger issues. And he’d been one of the people who had been directly effected by the whole incident with the guard.

She wished she’d thought of that before she tore that guard to pieces. But she hadn’t. And now, she was headed down to the cell they’d chained him in. Alice wasn’t sure what she wanted. Forgiveness? Not very likely. To check on his well fair? She wasn’t sure that was it.

But regardless, the small pixie like girl wandered to the cell, smiling weakly at it’s inhabitant. “Hello, Nick…” Alice called softly. “I think we should talk.”

Scarred and dirtied up after his usual round of trying to get out through brute force, Nick was curled up on the ground, facing away from the bars that led to the outside world. It was too bright- too bright for him and it irritated Nick. Even the way the light just barely danced upon the opposite wall that he was currently facing bothered him. It was too bright for the world he was living in. He wanted darkness. It had been a rough three months- or more like a rough year for him all together. He was beaten up, torn to pieces and driven nearly insane, yet here the guards were- expecting him to be better when all he wanted was one thing- and he couldn’t get it, for he was trapped. He shuddered and shivered, the ground offering no heat or protection from the faint breeze that came with resounding footsteps. Then he heard her voice.

Snapping up, Nick rolled to the side and kicked himself back into a standing position before charging forward, his face ramming straight between the bars. He didn’t even care. There were already marks where he had done that to try and get to a guard, but it was no use. His hands were tied behind his back with heavy handcuffs that were chained to the wall, which was now cracked from all the strain Nick put on it. He was growling and yelling again- incoherent things at Alice before one clear sentence came out. “What the fuck do you want!?” More incoherent sentences as he tried fighting the metal around his wrists. “Are you here to fucking ruin my life again? Put me through hell and back?! I’ve served my fucking time, Alice. I’ve served and more!” He began banging his head upon the bar in front of him, only causing it to dent before he stumbled back, falling onto his backside. He huffed and rolled around, grunting, trying to get himself back on his feet, but it was no use. He was breathing heavily again, blood beginning to drip where he hit his head against the bar. He looked up at Alice, his eyes so dark. He went through something she should have. He should’ve stayed happily in his cell, but instead, he was dragged off and tortured once again for a crime he didn’t commit. He wanted to kill her- he wanted her to pay, but there was no way- not at the moment.