i. arrival [At 762 years old, Nandor has never driven himself anywhere. Except crazy, haha. Just some funny vampire humor. Anyway. He selects a motorcycle, since it sort of looks like a horse to him. He immediately throttles it, sending him flying forward and shooting down the road and away. What a terribly efficient way to travel!
It's only when he begins to fishtail that he loses his pleasure for it. As he tries to bring it under control, he only manages to tip himself over. He hits the ground with a thud and his motorcycle hits him with a thud.]
option a [Well, his name is Nandor the Relentless. Not, Nandor Gives Up. He hops back on and throttles it again, flying forward at incredible speed. It is a brilliant way to travel and the scenery looks amazing as it whirls past him. He feels an incredible sense of freedom in the night, not thinking a second about the fact that he needs to shelter in the sunlight.
He's still distracted, though. He doesn't notice himself rapidly approaching a car until he hits the back of it like a moose that has been thrust into the atmosphere. He ricochets off the trunk and rolls away, groaning.]
option b [Sometimes his name is Nandor Gives Up, because he's giving up. He picks his motorcycle up and carries it like it's nothing. The sad Hulk song can be heard faintly in one's mind when they see him trodding along the road in the dark. He needs to get to shelter or he will surely be obliterated by the sun, so he does what he has seen countless delicious victims do.
He sticks his thumb out as cars pass, his fanged smile and deathly pale face surely isn't off-putting? Neither is the fact that he's carrying his motorcycle with one hand.]
ii. panorama [Nandor is not particularly subtle about stealing, mostly because he kind of just assumes this is a free-for-all. He admires a pink, glittery hairbrush and indiscreetly tucks it up his sleeve. When an employee seems to notice him, he pulses his fingers in front of their face and murmurs until they walk away. He adds a rubber ducky to his sleeve. He is notably ignoring the samples of food. He's not getting anything useful, either.
Nandor stands in front of the posters offering employment, head canting to the side as he reads.]
Grave-yard-shift. [He clicks his tongue, tracing his fingers over the letter.]
Do they keep the bodies in the back, do you think?
iii. set free [As Nandor gathers his bearings, he's peering around the room. He can see well enough in the darkness (thrives in it) and yet the shadows around him seem ominous and unsettling.
A flash of something catches his attention, he looks up to see a person trapped in the other room. In earnest, he does have a try of the door and at hitting and throwing things at the window. He shrugs, but the desperate look from the other person urges him to try harder.
Finding a pad and paper, he knows he needs to communicate carefully. He holds up his message, meaningful expression on his face.]
HALLO :)
[He smiles, to emphasise the smile he's drawn. The other person looks vexed. He nods, scribbling another message:]
do yew need halp??
iv. wildcard [hmu for wildcard or to chat on rodentia or squatrats on discord.]
Nandor the Relentless | What We Do in the Shadows
[At 762 years old, Nandor has never driven himself anywhere. Except crazy, haha. Just some funny vampire humor. Anyway. He selects a motorcycle, since it sort of looks like a horse to him. He immediately throttles it, sending him flying forward and shooting down the road and away. What a terribly efficient way to travel!
It's only when he begins to fishtail that he loses his pleasure for it. As he tries to bring it under control, he only manages to tip himself over. He hits the ground with a thud and his motorcycle hits him with a thud.]
option a
[Well, his name is Nandor the Relentless. Not, Nandor Gives Up. He hops back on and throttles it again, flying forward at incredible speed. It is a brilliant way to travel and the scenery looks amazing as it whirls past him. He feels an incredible sense of freedom in the night, not thinking a second about the fact that he needs to shelter in the sunlight.
He's still distracted, though. He doesn't notice himself rapidly approaching a car until he hits the back of it like a moose that has been thrust into the atmosphere. He ricochets off the trunk and rolls away, groaning.]
option b
[Sometimes his name is Nandor Gives Up, because he's giving up. He picks his motorcycle up and carries it like it's nothing. The sad Hulk song can be heard faintly in one's mind when they see him trodding along the road in the dark. He needs to get to shelter or he will surely be obliterated by the sun, so he does what he has seen countless delicious victims do.
He sticks his thumb out as cars pass, his fanged smile and deathly pale face surely isn't off-putting? Neither is the fact that he's carrying his motorcycle with one hand.]
ii. panorama
[Nandor is not particularly subtle about stealing, mostly because he kind of just assumes this is a free-for-all. He admires a pink, glittery hairbrush and indiscreetly tucks it up his sleeve. When an employee seems to notice him, he pulses his fingers in front of their face and murmurs until they walk away. He adds a rubber ducky to his sleeve. He is notably ignoring the samples of food. He's not getting anything useful, either.
Nandor stands in front of the posters offering employment, head canting to the side as he reads.]
Grave-yard-shift. [He clicks his tongue, tracing his fingers over the letter.]
Do they keep the bodies in the back, do you think?
iii. set free
[As Nandor gathers his bearings, he's peering around the room. He can see well enough in the darkness (thrives in it) and yet the shadows around him seem ominous and unsettling.
A flash of something catches his attention, he looks up to see a person trapped in the other room. In earnest, he does have a try of the door and at hitting and throwing things at the window. He shrugs, but the desperate look from the other person urges him to try harder.
Finding a pad and paper, he knows he needs to communicate carefully. He holds up his message, meaningful expression on his face.]
HALLO :)
[He smiles, to emphasise the smile he's drawn. The other person looks vexed. He nods, scribbling another message:]
do yew need halp??
iv. wildcard
[hmu for wildcard or to chat on