Birthday: November 28th, 1986.
Height: roughly 5'11-6'
Weight: 188 lbs
Hair Colour: currently, dark brown.
Eye Colour: bluey green with some grey mixed in.
Show: bloody... not much time for TV anymore, but everwood's a good show
Hobbyie: Martial arts and role playing.
And so, with a click and a clack of the keyboard, the insanity began...
Nick:*sitting in the back of his Chem class, bored out of his mind and barely listening to his teacher.*
Mr G.(chem teacher):*in an utterly infuriating monotone voice*"and there too, boys and girls, we must think in terms of blah blah blah...we must also look at, there too, a way to write this formula better, because you are better than this! and blah blah blah.."
Nick:*eye twitching with anger*"..must....resist....urge...to... kill..."
Steve(aquaintance of Nick, sits beside him):"hey, Nick.. are you okay, man?"
Nick:"yes... it's times like these that i wish i had a throwing axe."
Steve:"god, your such a freak. oh, hey, we have a math test next period you know."
Nick:*eyetwitch returns with a vengance*"and me without my calculator..."
Nick:*enter stage right into his chem class, is in an oddly cheery mood*
Steve:*walks up beside Nick*"howdy. why are you in such a good mood?"
Nick:"just call me a boy scout. i always come prepared."*grins his evil grin*
Steve:*shudders uncontrollably*"so does that mean you actually brought a calculator for the math test today?"
Nick:".....damnit."*takes his seat. class begins.*
Mr G.:*in that annoying monotone voice of his*"all right, class, today, there too, we will have a pop quiz that will be on several elements, including eye-ron (iron, pronounced phonetically) as well as severally un-knowens. it will be worth ninety-five percent of your term mark, and will be entirely on a calculator."
Nick:"..... RAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!! NICK SMASH!!!!"*infuriated with rage, reaches into his back pack and draws forth a hatchet. leaps to his feet and hurls it into the middle of Mr G's head. he falls in a bloody mess*
Nick:"ahhh... all better."*falls down into his chair, relaxed like he's in the aftermath of sex*
Steve:".... so that's what you meant. huh."
Mr G.:*stands back up, hatched still embedded in his big bald noggin', and still spurting blood*"now, thereto boys and girls, this is why we don't carry hatchets in the chemistry lab, it is a severe safety risk, blah blah blah..."
Steve:*staring wide-eyed*"... he's alive!"
Nick:"yeah." *le sigh* "the annoying ones never die."
Steve:"but.. he has a hatchet... in his head!!!"
Nick:*indifferent tone of voice*"uh-huh."
Steve:"....and this doesn't shock you at all?"
Nick:"with my luck? not really."*absently doodles with pen in binder as teacher continues rambling*
Mr G.*starting to run out of wind*"..and.. also... you.. must...."*collapses onto his desk, gasping for air*"oh, forget it, i'll write this out as a speech later and deliver it during our double on wednesday. now for the test."
Nick:*eyetwitch*"urge to kill.. rising.. rising... rising!!"*begins to turn red*
Steve:"seriously, man. you need to get a girl friend."
Nick:*in his auto-shop class, raising a van on the hoist while another guy (Dom) sits in the driver's seat so that he can turn the wheel*
Mr MC(autoshop teacher)"okay, that's good, leave 'er there and i'll be right back to take a look."
Dom:*still in the driver's seat of the van which is now eight feet off the ground*"Mister Mc, are you sure this is safe?"
Mr MC:"oh yeah. you'll be fine, your in the van. it's the guy beside the van who'll get hurt if it tips."
Dom:"oh, okay."*exit Mr MC stage left to his office.*
Idiot Classmates:*start teasing Dom, then, having a collective IQ less than my shoe size, begin to shake the van*
Nick:"I wouldn't touch that if i were you."*said in an apathetic tone, as he's still standing a good ten feet away by the lift controls*
Idiot Classmates:"shut up, freak, we'll do whatever we want."*continue shaking the van back and forth, laughing like idiots."
Nick:*watches indifferently as the van falls off the lift and crushes the idiot classmates, ignoring their screams of pain*" i told you not to touch that."*scratches behind his ear and yawns*
Nick:*in auto shop, standing over the open hood of the van, discussing the state of the engine with his shop teacher*"so yeah, just the battery needs some cleaning, i think and-"
Dom:*standing nearby, watching*"Lets rotate the tires!!!!!!!"
Nick:*stares at Dom for about five seconds, then looks to his shop teacher again*"i'll fix it. don't worry."
Dom:*as shop teacher leaves and Nick begins to work*"lets rotate the tires!!!
Nick:*stops working. stares at Dom*"... it's people like you who make me fear the state of education in this country."*gets back to work*
Dom:rotate the tires!!!!
Nick:*not even bothering to look up*"shut UP you ignorant baboon!"
Dom:ROTATE THE TIRES! ROTATE THE TIRES! ROTATE THE TIRES!!!*continues shreiking like a little monkey as Nick fights the urge to throw his socket wrench*
Mr G.*enters the auto shop, talking with mister MC about the car he's having fixed up. still has the hatchet embedded in his head. walks by Nick, who gets an idea.*
Nick:"hey, Mr G!"*steps into his path*"see you've still got the evil dead look going on. how's that working out? oh, great. lemme just borrow that for half a mo'."*snatches the hatchet, causing a fresh spray of blood.*
Dom:ROTATE TIRES!! ROTATE TIRES!! ROTATE TI-"*wet thwack! as Nick hits him in the face with the hatchet*
Nick:*blissful expression*"oh, blessed silence..."
Mr G."Egads!! i can finally remember that grocery list, and-"
Nick:"oops, almost forgot."*throws the hatchet back into the hole in Mr G's head with a wet spwack!
Mr G.*stumbles back, then stands stark straight, like a zombie*"... science.. chem-is-try... no-men-cla-ture.... eye-ron..."
Nick"The moral of the story, boys and girls? always do what i tell you, or you'll get a hatchet in your face. or possibly a fork. whichever's handy."