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player age: 25
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Jul 19 2017, 11:35 PM
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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.
Jul 4 2017, 09:49 PM
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.
May 7 2017, 02:46 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.
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Mar 12 2017, 08:24 PM
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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!

Feb 13 2017, 02:47 AM
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The grapevine was always an interesting place to hear things; typically just gossip and rumors about who was screwing who and Nick didn’t really pay attention to shit like that. Had this just been something he’d heard on the grapevine, he probably would have shrugged it off anyways. But this hadn’t just been the office workers chit chatting that Nick had overheard as he walked through the halls of the Ministry. Nah, he’d heard this shit from more important people. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.
Nick didn’t even bother knocking on the warden’s door, it was cracked open anyways. “What happened?” he said, his words not a question but a solid demand. “People are talkin’ and it ain’t good, warden.”
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