Nichol sat alone on a bench. He slumped over his lap, alligator no where to be seen. He quit what he was. He was no longer a Jackal. Someone who’d kill just to make a living. No. He gave that up once his mother died. It turns out, all that she did, was for him. When she faked her death, it was to sever his ties with the Jackals. But look what he did. He became one. Followed in her footsteps. He was notorious, but no longer cared.
“I don’t need help.” His voice seemed slightly harsh, he pushed past her and sat against the wall. He ran a hand over his bandages and looked at his hand, seeing the blood.
Her eyes widened at the push, catching her balance. “A-ah…” She didn’t know what to say. How many times did she have to feel heartbreak? How often did was she to feel this?
“I-I..” She couldn’t say anything. He didn’t push Mar away like this. She stepped backward, “I’m sorry.” She jogged out.
You’re stupid, Annie. Just an imbecile.
Nichol continued to sit against the wall as he sighed, feeling his vision fade. This was for the best, act cold and get everyone to push him away. It was best for them. Possibly not for but definitely for them.
She sat herself on a park bench, curling up in haze. Her eyes flooded as she pressed her eyes to her knees.
Nichol passed out, the pain overwhelming him. Everything was dark, and finally, painless.
“I don’t need help.” His voice seemed slightly harsh, he pushed past her and sat against the wall. He ran a hand over his bandages and looked at his hand, seeing the blood.
Her eyes widened at the push, catching her balance. “A-ah…” She didn’t know what to say. How many times did she have to feel heartbreak? How often did was she to feel this?
“I-I..” She couldn’t say anything. He didn’t push Mar away like this. She stepped backward, “I’m sorry.” She jogged out.
You’re stupid, Annie. Just an imbecile.
Nichol continued to sit against the wall as he sighed, feeling his vision fade. This was for the best, act cold and get everyone to push him away. It was best for them. Possibly not for but definitely for them.
“I don’t need help.” His voice seemed slightly harsh, he pushed past her and sat against the wall. He ran a hand over his bandages and looked at his hand, seeing the blood.
Blue hues locked onto Nichol’s door, she hoped, prayed even, that he was better. Her knuckles lightly tapped the door as her free hand toyed with her freshly died hair.
The door swung open, revealing a worn out looking man. Nichol. His eyes were bloodshot from the even more lack of sleep then usual, his hair messed up, and fresh blood staining his bandages from the battle with his mother. Fresh blood that looked like he stabbed himself… He was loosing it, his mind going insane.
“N-nichol!” She reached up, checking his body quickly before looking at him. “Are you okay?” Her teeth slid over her lip
His voice strained, his eyes looked cold, as if merely looking into them would cause a blizzard. “I’m fine.” He croaked out. He was trying to turn himself back into the way he was before he made friends. So he wouldn’t cause any trouble for others.
She went to grab his arm, stopping herself when thinking about the look she received.
You’re so stupid, Annie. This is why I told you. Mortal men are only good for sex and souls.
She ignored the succubus’ whispers in her mind. “N-nichol. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” His gaze was still cold. He was shutting himself down from unnecessary emotions. He mind was to fixated of killing his mother. His voice seemed to be raw, as if at one point, he screamed until he couldn’t. He was being haunted.
Did something happen between he and his mother? Did he need some rest?
Can’t you see he doesn’t want to talk to you?
She shook her head and took his arm. “Go to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep.” He seemed to be stating a fact. Sleep wanted to come, but his mind wouldn’t let him. He felt weak, and he knew, if he were to be attacked, there was a huge possibility that he would loose. Loose, and die.
Blue hues locked onto Nichol’s door, she hoped, prayed even, that he was better. Her knuckles lightly tapped the door as her free hand toyed with her freshly died hair.
The door swung open, revealing a worn out looking man. Nichol. His eyes were bloodshot from the even more lack of sleep then usual, his hair messed up, and fresh blood staining his bandages from the battle with his mother. Fresh blood that looked like he stabbed himself… He was loosing it, his mind going insane.
“N-nichol!” She reached up, checking his body quickly before looking at him. “Are you okay?” Her teeth slid over her lip
His voice strained, his eyes looked cold, as if merely looking into them would cause a blizzard. “I’m fine.” He croaked out. He was trying to turn himself back into the way he was before he made friends. So he wouldn’t cause any trouble for others.
She went to grab his arm, stopping herself when thinking about the look she received.
You’re so stupid, Annie. This is why I told you. Mortal men are only good for sex and souls.
She ignored the succubus’ whispers in her mind. “N-nichol. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” His gaze was still cold. He was shutting himself down from unnecessary emotions. He mind was to fixated of killing his mother. His voice seemed to be raw, as if at one point, he screamed until he couldn’t. He was being haunted.
Blue hues locked onto Nichol’s door, she hoped, prayed even, that he was better. Her knuckles lightly tapped the door as her free hand toyed with her freshly died hair.
The door swung open, revealing a worn out looking man. Nichol. His eyes were bloodshot from the even more lack of sleep then usual, his hair messed up, and fresh blood staining his bandages from the battle with his mother. Fresh blood that looked like he stabbed himself… He was loosing it, his mind going insane.
“N-nichol!” She reached up, checking his body quickly before looking at him. “Are you okay?” Her teeth slid over her lip
His voice strained, his eyes looked cold, as if merely looking into them would cause a blizzard. “I’m fine.” He croaked out. He was trying to turn himself back into the way he was before he made friends. So he wouldn’t cause any trouble for others.
He placed a firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her. “Quit making guesses.” He exclaimed. “I’m…simply trying to go back to the way I acted before I started making friends. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to be friends. I just have to start acting cold again. Just please…
His eyes widened, “W-What?” He had actually enjoyed working at the bookstore. It was a change of his fast, live on the dangerous side, nearly killed everyday life; yes, but he liked it.
Blue hues locked onto Nichol’s door, she hoped, prayed even, that he was better. Her knuckles lightly tapped the door as her free hand toyed with her freshly died hair.
The door swung open, revealing a worn out looking man. Nichol. His eyes were bloodshot from the even more lack of sleep then usual, his hair messed up, and fresh blood staining his bandages from the battle with his mother. Fresh blood that looked like he stabbed himself… He was loosing it, his mind going insane.
((This is an independent role-play blog for "Alligator" Nichol, I apologize in advance if my role-playing is a bit amateurish))
I'm Nichol, known as the Jackal, "Alligator" Nichol. What do you want?
