Post by Wolf Nikolson on Feb 1, 2018 20:29:02 GMT
Verse: The Vampire Diaries / The Originals
Character Name: Wolf Nikolson
Face-Claim: Michael Fassbender
RP Sample: [This was a starter]
Wolf could not remember the last time he had been to any sort of art museum, or any museum for that matter. It just wasn't something he did in his free time, and he wasn't sure why it was right now. But, his free time would be spent with someone, to whom he hoped he could make a first impression on by showing her a little fancy stuff. He didn't even know if she liked art, but it was worth a shot. What else was there to do? Walk in the park, that seemed kind of creepy. And this way, there witnesses everywhere, give her some sort of weird comfort because he knew; she didn't trust him.
He sat in his house, and had been for the past few minutes after returning from scoping out the Art museum itself, without actually entering. It seemed like a pretty high-end place, like a credible museum. He didn't want to make a fool of himself and take her to some cheap place, but... the reoccurring thought kept coming back. Why did he care what she thought? Why did he want to take her to an art museum? To take her anywhere? Why did he care if she was satisfied, he never cared about stuff like this; with anyone. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she had some sort of hold on him he couldn't shake. No matter how hard he tried to last night, he couldn't shake her from his mind. Or how about the might before that one? It had been a few days since they had first met and still, it was like he had seen her seconds ago. Even now, as he held his phone before him and searched for his newest contact, he wasn't sure why. Something about her.
The night at the bar kept replaying in his mind, just like he was a high school boy with a crush. This was ridiculous but it was how he felt, and if he couldn't shake, he may as well embrace it. So as he sat on his couch, absentmindedly nibbling at his thumb nail as he held his phone in the other hand, her name already pulled up and all he had to do was type out the text and press send. Should he call? No, that was too straight forward. Right? Maybe... He continued to move things around in his mind, mentally categorizing things as desperate and too needy, as annoying and stalker-ish and eventually, he willed his thumbs to begin typing a message.
'Hey, Eliza. It's Nikol.'
He would be lying if he said he hadn't almost said Wolf, but he would save that for later, even that thought made him uneasy. He was so willing to give out his real name, only a handful knew it and she would be adding her name to the top of the list. He then sent another text, forgetting that he wasn't here to text for the shits and giggles, he was on a mission here.
'How are you? I've been thinking, how about I show you someplace I found all on my own?'
He sent that message and once more, he had forgot,
'I can pick you up or we can meet there, you don't need anything but your sweet self. Hope to hear from you soon.'
He was texting like he was sending a letter back in the 1900's and he mentally scolded himself and also wanted to beat his own ass for being so weird and awkward. He sighed and as the message sent and the sound of the sending sound filled the silent room, he leaned back against the back of the couch and put his hands against his head. Hopefully she blocked him, he would block himself too. He tossed his phone to the far end of the couch and got up to go shower. Hopefully when he returned, either she had blocked his number or replied. Either way, he hoped something happened. Preferably, the latter.
Questions: { The answers to these questions are found in our rules }
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Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: Carson or Wolf, either one.
Character Name: Wolf Nikolson
Face-Claim: Michael Fassbender
RP Sample: [This was a starter]
Wolf could not remember the last time he had been to any sort of art museum, or any museum for that matter. It just wasn't something he did in his free time, and he wasn't sure why it was right now. But, his free time would be spent with someone, to whom he hoped he could make a first impression on by showing her a little fancy stuff. He didn't even know if she liked art, but it was worth a shot. What else was there to do? Walk in the park, that seemed kind of creepy. And this way, there witnesses everywhere, give her some sort of weird comfort because he knew; she didn't trust him.
He sat in his house, and had been for the past few minutes after returning from scoping out the Art museum itself, without actually entering. It seemed like a pretty high-end place, like a credible museum. He didn't want to make a fool of himself and take her to some cheap place, but... the reoccurring thought kept coming back. Why did he care what she thought? Why did he want to take her to an art museum? To take her anywhere? Why did he care if she was satisfied, he never cared about stuff like this; with anyone. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she had some sort of hold on him he couldn't shake. No matter how hard he tried to last night, he couldn't shake her from his mind. Or how about the might before that one? It had been a few days since they had first met and still, it was like he had seen her seconds ago. Even now, as he held his phone before him and searched for his newest contact, he wasn't sure why. Something about her.
The night at the bar kept replaying in his mind, just like he was a high school boy with a crush. This was ridiculous but it was how he felt, and if he couldn't shake, he may as well embrace it. So as he sat on his couch, absentmindedly nibbling at his thumb nail as he held his phone in the other hand, her name already pulled up and all he had to do was type out the text and press send. Should he call? No, that was too straight forward. Right? Maybe... He continued to move things around in his mind, mentally categorizing things as desperate and too needy, as annoying and stalker-ish and eventually, he willed his thumbs to begin typing a message.
'Hey, Eliza. It's Nikol.'
He would be lying if he said he hadn't almost said Wolf, but he would save that for later, even that thought made him uneasy. He was so willing to give out his real name, only a handful knew it and she would be adding her name to the top of the list. He then sent another text, forgetting that he wasn't here to text for the shits and giggles, he was on a mission here.
'How are you? I've been thinking, how about I show you someplace I found all on my own?'
He sent that message and once more, he had forgot,
'I can pick you up or we can meet there, you don't need anything but your sweet self. Hope to hear from you soon.'
He was texting like he was sending a letter back in the 1900's and he mentally scolded himself and also wanted to beat his own ass for being so weird and awkward. He sighed and as the message sent and the sound of the sending sound filled the silent room, he leaned back against the back of the couch and put his hands against his head. Hopefully she blocked him, he would block himself too. He tossed his phone to the far end of the couch and got up to go shower. Hopefully when he returned, either she had blocked his number or replied. Either way, he hoped something happened. Preferably, the latter.
Questions: { The answers to these questions are found in our rules }
::HIDDEN BY REN::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: Carson or Wolf, either one.