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Nicholas Wilde


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25 Feb 2018, 12:55 AM
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It was surprising just how much could change in a year.
Yeah, he was still on a pretty tight leash with the Ministry, but with the integration, things were looking up. There was talk that maybe he wouldn’t be on this leash for much longer, which meant that he was doing a damn good job of keeping his side hustle a secret. After the clusterfuck that had resulted in him losing his Ministry-paid housing and small salary, it would be common sense to not have that sort of stuff going on again. Nick had a lot of common sense, and a lot of street smarts for that matter. Never meant he actually put any of it to use.
His ‘office’ was more of an unused closet and he was totally fine with that. He would have preferred to just share offices with Judy but that ‘wasn’t how they worked’ and so when Finch tossed him into the old broom closet, Nick made the best of it. A few spells and charms and he was able to know when people approached the door and he was able to have enough room for his tall and lanky frame and he was able to smoke all he wanted without some alarm blaring.
Living with Judy was, in a phrase, beneficial. It was weird, having someone to rely on as much as he could her. They still had their two separate bedrooms, but that was generally for formalities anyways. Like when her family decided to randomly stop in. Nights like tonight, though, he found himself sprawled in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she slept beside him. His issue with physical touch was getting better. With Judy, it was almost nonexistent. It was still a work in progress with just about everyone else, though. Sliding out of bed, Nick adjusted the blankets so Judy wouldn’t get cold and then headed to the dining room where his case files sat. If he was going to be awake, then he was going to at least go try and do something productive other than just stare at the blades of the fan as they went round and round and round.
The case that he was working on - or that he was supposed to be working on concerned the death of a wizard who had only recently graduated from Mahoutokoro. Normally, the UK Ministry wouldn’t have anything to do with something in Japan, but the young man had died in London and so that meant it was the UK Ministry’s problem. At first, of course, Nick had wondered if dark magic had been involved but the young man hadn’t ‘turned white’, something that the staff of Mahoutokoro was adamant that he understood. Nick had, of course, had to do some research as to what the hell that had even meant. Turned out that ‘turning white’ had to do with the robes from the school and was synonymous with practicing dark magic, but as with all of Japan in Nick’s mind, it also went one step further. Anyone who ‘turned white’ also broke the Japanese code of honor or something. Nick hadn’t actually spent a ton of time on this after being able to rule out dark magic.
Cigarette dangling from his lips, he didn’t hear the woman’s footsteps as she came down the hall. He didn’t see her until he leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. “Hey,” he said softly. “What are you doin’ up?”
judith harris | OOC: I pulled some of this from a thread that didn’t go anywhere but I was proud of the research that I did so I’m recycling.
20 Jul 2017, 03:35 AM
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To put it bluntly, Nick was shaken.
He told nobody about the attack, and he wasn’t really sure who he would tell anyways. He’d only known the woman that was currently shackled to him for a little over two months and while he was definitely getting along more with this one than the previous ‘handlers’, he still wasn’t sure where he stood with her. He definitely wasn’t about to announce that he wasn’t sure if the injury on his shoulder and arm were actual bites, just scratches/gashes, or something else.
Nick paced outside of St. Mungo’s, not even sure if he wanted to know himself. Sucking in a breath, the criminal pushed open the door and walked up to the desk, probably looking rather out of place and in need of a legitimate wash.
brayden maddox | OOC: This thread takes place in late November 2016.
5 Jul 2017, 01:49 AM
All character affected: Nick Wilde, EJ Hamato, Vincent Law, Kyler Weylyn, L Lawliet

Reason for Absence: 7th-9th is visiting friends in Michigan. 9th-12th is driving from Michigan to Oregon. 12th-15th is vacationing in Portland with more friends. 15th-19th is vacationing in Anchorage and celebrating the end of my classes with University of Phoenix bc seriously, fuck them.

Estimated Date of Return: 7th-19th, officially. But I'll still post when I can.
7 May 2017, 06:46 AM
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Word had gotten around that he’d been helping out the warden during the time that the warden’s darling dearest had been attacked and arrested. If Nick ever found out who had spilled the beans, he was going to throttle them. Finch had been so pissed that for the first three minutes that Nick was standing in the man’s office, he just stared at the conman with a bright red face, bristle brush mustache looking extra Hitler-esque.
Apparently nobody knew the specifics though, and nobody seemed to have a clue just how big of a part that Nick had played in the whole thing. So what if he was being accused of trying to sabotage the warden’s assistant. That guy was fucking insane anyways.
His punishment, though? Apparently they couldn’t keep such an untrustworthy person with the Ministry – which made Nick question why they’d ever agreed to work with a convicted criminal in the first place but what the fuck ever. His punishment was that the Ministry wasn’t going to continue their agreement that had been made with the MACUSA anymore. No longer would Nick have a place to live, and he wouldn’t be considered a Ministry worker either.
His leash was being shortened, and he was livid.
“So where am I supposed to live if I ain’t gettin’ paid shit?” he asked Finch, having to shove his hands into his hoodie pocket to prevent using some very vulgar gestures towards the stiff.
“Honestly, Wilde, I don’t give a rat’s ass where you live. I’m sure you’ll find a place to stay, although I’ve heard under the bridge is nice this time of year.”
Nick bit the inside of his cheek at that and just shook his head, staring at Finch. “How long I got?” To move what little shit he had.
Finch shrugged as if they were talking about something so much less important than Nick’s shelter. “End of the day.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
Finch glared at him. “Don’t make this any worse, Wilde.” It was like a challenge. Make it worse, he seemed to say. Give me a reason to lock your ass up.
@judith harris
13 Mar 2017, 12:24 AM
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Okay so hi.
I know I haven't been super active lately and it's because I've got a lot of RL shit going on that I cannot handle in a constructive manner. I'm not leaving by any means, but my muses are difficult to get going sometimes.
So to those who have threads with me, thank you so much for being very patient during this little crisis of mine.
This week is spring break for my district so I'm in Anchorage running errands and taking this massive exam that is really important for both my job and my graduate degree (because if I don't get my degree on time, I'll lose my job) so if I'm on the computer lately, it's to study. The exam is on Tuesday, but I'm not back in the village until this weekend at the latest.
I miss y'all!

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