Post by Nicholas Carson on Jul 6, 2011 22:04:30 GMT -5
This takes place during the "A Much Needed Argument" segment seen here:
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Hunkered down with his ears inclined toward the closed door, Nicholas Carson listens with keen interest. The argument had already started and the more intense it got, the more Nicky-Boy had to shove his hand to his mouth to keep his laughter down. The Maniac Mauler's body shivers some as he tries so hard to contain the laughter just DYING to get out, until eventually he masters it and takes a few deep breaths as he slowly puts his back to the door, still listening. Even as the tempers die down and things begin to cool, Carson smiles and places a mouth cannon into his lips, lighting it soon thereafter. Pulling a drag off it, the Narcotic Necromancer smirks, listens some more, and looks at his hands just like Dominik does when referencing them as miracle workers, his fingers wiggling.
Nicholas: Like puppets on my strings.
Carson inclines his ear one more time as the bout of relieved laughter and celebration offers are announced by the Legion on the other side of the door. On the surface it sounded great, but Carson knows, he knows Santiago all too well. The Assassin's laughter and offers of champagne and cheap strippers are all fake, just a bunch of things to take his mind off the burning question he'd asked Kahlan, and moreso, the question he asks himself every night. Such a thing forces Nicky to rock back and forth on the wall, his face a blown look of silent laughing hysteria as he places his hand over his mouth again, the cigarette dangling between his digits in his other hand. Finally he can no longer take it and strolls away smoking, huge bouts of laughter following.
Nicholas: Like puppets on my strings! EYYYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
EOT.
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Hunkered down with his ears inclined toward the closed door, Nicholas Carson listens with keen interest. The argument had already started and the more intense it got, the more Nicky-Boy had to shove his hand to his mouth to keep his laughter down. The Maniac Mauler's body shivers some as he tries so hard to contain the laughter just DYING to get out, until eventually he masters it and takes a few deep breaths as he slowly puts his back to the door, still listening. Even as the tempers die down and things begin to cool, Carson smiles and places a mouth cannon into his lips, lighting it soon thereafter. Pulling a drag off it, the Narcotic Necromancer smirks, listens some more, and looks at his hands just like Dominik does when referencing them as miracle workers, his fingers wiggling.
Nicholas: Like puppets on my strings.
Carson inclines his ear one more time as the bout of relieved laughter and celebration offers are announced by the Legion on the other side of the door. On the surface it sounded great, but Carson knows, he knows Santiago all too well. The Assassin's laughter and offers of champagne and cheap strippers are all fake, just a bunch of things to take his mind off the burning question he'd asked Kahlan, and moreso, the question he asks himself every night. Such a thing forces Nicky to rock back and forth on the wall, his face a blown look of silent laughing hysteria as he places his hand over his mouth again, the cigarette dangling between his digits in his other hand. Finally he can no longer take it and strolls away smoking, huge bouts of laughter following.
Nicholas: Like puppets on my strings! EYYYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
EOT.