[u]Nickolas Slater[/u]

And now everything went to shit. Nick turned around in his chair, and reclined against the bar with his beer in his hand. He watched Taylor dive under the bar as the Vanguard jumped on Titus like white on rice. It was quite a fustercluck. Nick overall didn't care too much, he was at this point making the best of a bad situation by cheering them on and simply enjoying the fight. What a bangarang this was! He winced as the bottle contacted with Titus' face and made an audible "Ouch! That's gotta hurt!" as Whisper went to work of his face. He didn't know how to feel about Johnny, he looked like he would live or something. He wasn't very good at measuring how dead people were. But from his standpoint he looked pretty dead. He didn't really know him, oh well. No major loss...?

Then the fun had to end when both Whisper and Emilio looked at him for assistance. "Hell naw, I'm not gettin' in on that shit." he said, taking another drink of his beer, before listed to exactly what they wanted of him. Oh, to throw him in the elevator. Well that'd be easy enough he supposed. He looked to the crumpled bar stool on the ground, and with his power lifted it from the ground, and then sent it in Titus' direction. The legs of the bar stool wrapping around the big man's torso, keeping his arms firmly trapped against his sides. Nick grunted for a moment in concentration and lifted his arm up to direct the added weight he couldn't control more thoroughly. He lifted Titus off the ground using the bar stood cage thing had had made, then nodded his head sideways and caused the elevator to groan for a moment before the elevator doors were forced open. He then grunted again and threw Titus into the elevator, once again using the bar stood cage thing as a base of movement, and shut the doors. He then dropped his concentration on Titus, causing a loud clang sound to go off inside the elevator as Titus' feel, and then Nick grabbed one of the beer bottle caps and then controlled it, crumpling it into a little ball and sending it in the direction of the elevator, where it hit the down arrow.

"Fuckin' done." he said, taking another quick drink of the beer and then setting it down, before clapping his hands at everyone involved. "That was pretty damn fun to watch if I do say so myself!" he commented, a big stupid lovable grin plastered to his face.

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[u]Matthew Evans[/u]

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