thetube | Test Drive Meme: August 2015

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Welcome to the Underground test drive meme! This is where you can try out the AU version of your character, start some potential CR and get a feel for the world of the game. Choose your character's species, read up on the available factions and you're ready to go. Put your character's name in your subject line when you post, tag out, and have fun!

Note to current players: Activity in this meme counts as game canon! So you can use it for activity check. If you end up playing anything that you can't or don't want to use as game canon, it's fine to ignore it. (In that case you shouldn't submit it for activity check.)

For prospective players: Thinking about bringing a character to the game? Feel free to comment to our Potential CR Planning meme for OOC planning and discussion.

Here are some prompts to inspire you:

1) BABY COME BACK. Is there someone you miss? Maybe you've come to visit for the first time in months. Maybe you'll even stay.

2) FULL MOON. (29th August) Uh oh, it's that time of the month. Werewolves, have you been feeling more aggressive lately? A little short of temper? Better start preparing for your monthly transformation and hope that you don't get interrupted. And then there's the morning after, which feels like a massive hangover. Wait, where are your clothes?

3) CARNIVAL. (30th-31st August) It's the August bank holiday weekend and that can only mean one thing: the Notting Hill Carnival! With the sun high in the sky, enjoy the parade, the music and of course the food. Jerk chicken, anyone?

4) SPECIAL EFFECTS. There's nothing like a touch of subtle magic to add to the occasion. Dress up and show off. Mind you, there could be other supernatural types around who see straight through your tricks.

5) PARTY ALL NIGHT. It's not over when the sun goes down. Get yourself to one of the bars or after-parties and keep on partying. Just don't drink too much. You know it makes it harder to control your powers... and your urges.

6) BRAWL. The police work hard to keep London's gangs away from Carnival. When you have supernatural gangs to contend with, their job gets a whole lot harder. Drunk and disorderly or simply looking for an excuse to cause trouble, encounters between rival factions can soon become hostile. Now are you here to cause a fight or to stop it?

7) NIGHT IN JAIL. Oops. What did you do? And who's that with you?

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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{CARNIVAL}

Not really a festive type, this one, but you have to appreciate the work that goes into the costumes and the music. And the food's pretty fucking good too, he'll give it that.

He's supposed to be here to meet someone, but he's long since gotten the feeling he's been stood up, so Reno's just enjoying the carnival from a distance. A can of lager in one hand, cigarette in the other. Watching parades and dancers go by with some curiosity, but not enough to really do anything.

{JAIL}

So he has no idea if cops in England are harder to bribe or if he just hasn't found the right ones yet. Either way,what Reno does know is the guy who dragged him in wasn't exactly amused by the offer. Between that and the fact it's kinda tough to explain away why exactly it looks like you're in the middle of what looks like some serious arson. Well. Thank goodness it's just a night in a cell, huh?

Despite the indignity of the situation, Reno's pretty relaxed. He gets himself settled on the Met's sorry excuse for a bed and reclines with a sigh. It's only once he's comfortable that he even acknowledges his roommate for the night.

"Don't suppose you know any good ways to pass the time?" I-spy is sadly not going to cut it.

{WILDCARD}
w/e yo

"Pretty big shindig, huh?" Heiji didn't have a drink in his hand just yet, though he might plan on trying the chicken a bit later. Right now he was content to stay back a bit and listen to the steel band.

"Thought this place was crowded on a normal day."

[ CARNIVAL ]

Only a Strider will understand what a Strider's line of thinking, reasoning, and bullshitting. A Strider is supposed to be inscrutable, confusing. To try and understand them is the first rookie mistake of anyone ever.

So anyone wondering why Dave has covered himself in enough bright orange feathers to shame some of the parade dancers' headdresses, as he sips from a bedazzled Storbucks cup that's bedazzled enough to weaponise the sun's rays, can only blame themselves for thinking they'll understand the mysteries of the Strider right off the bat. What's there to understand? It's the Notting Hill Carnival, one of the sickest events he looks forward to every year. (Not that he'll tell anyone that.)

He notices someone gawking at his attire before he raises a drink at them in faintly mocking fashion before downing it one go. He gives a burp, wipes his mouth the back of his hand, and then finally greets them with a deadpan, "hey. 'Sup man. Before you ask me - I made these bad boys. Original creation; do not steal."

[ BRAWL ]

He came in to have a good time and he feels so attacked right now.

'Course a couple of assholes had to try and ruin the fun by having the biggest dickus contest nearby. He was going to ignore it until he noticed a couple of people he knew looking uncomfortable and sigh. Someone had to step in and save the day, didn't they? He didn't have anything else to do but binge on the chicken.

"Ladies, ladies--" Bro taught him a lot of things but he's gotta admit flashstepping is a handy thing to have in situation like these. He steps in between the two pissed off dudes who look more like examples of swole gone wrong than real human beings. Werewolves? Fae who got into bodybuilding too much? Magic plastic surgery gone wrong? The options are endless but his drawl will always be the same, "I think we can agree that we all badly want Nic Cage to put his bunny in our box but think of the children here--"

Okay: Judging by the wild swipe they made at him, causing him to jump back to avoid the sloppy punch, they didn't like that opinion of his. Sorry Egbust but he's gotta admit the assholes here have an idea what taste is.

Even if it looks like the two arguing assholes look like they're going to tag team him to crush his head in a mean game of patty cake. At least he'll have the warm fuzzy knowledge he got them to stop shouting at each other by focusing their sweaty rage at him. Way to go. Gold star. "At least I get to die the way I lived: Getting beat on by a sweaty awkward thirty-year-old guy."

[ NIGHT IN JAIL ]

Welp. That could have gone worse.

After forcing himself to pester someone to bail him out and pay first and ask questions later, Dave finds himself forced to wait in the cramp jail cell with someone else. If he finds them staring at him and his awesome if tarnished attire weird or anything, Dave keeps his face blank and his tone cool as usual. Cool as a pickle in a fridge box in Antarctica during a blizzard, man. That's him.

"Got a polaroid camera or something? I'm ready for my close up." A ridiculous swing of the cape/boa he's wearing cements his 'too cool to care' aura he's keeping up despite looking like he got tossed down a flight of stares after being warned about them, bro. "I always wanted to be on 'Nottings Gone Wild.' Do you think my daddy will finally love me if he sees me here, all hot and bothered?"

[ BABY COME BACK ]

It hasn't really been forever since he last saw this person but it was damn near close to it. Though tired and tuckered out from a long night at the Watering Hole, the family pub he ran with all his sweat and tears and then some, the patrons and the drinks actually listening to his announcement of it being final called helped soothed his nerves.

Meaning he didn't mind seeing this person's face walking in despite the fact it was almost closing time. He gave them a nod of greeting, already getting the needed ingredients to make their favourite drink. Least he could do for a friendly face he hasn't seen in these parks.

"Haven't seen you in a while!" Matthew smiles at them, exhausted but victorious after a profitable evening. "How have you been?"

[ CARNIVAL ]

He didn't really want to go at the time since he was tired and cranky and the idea of being around loud music and louder people wasn't all that people at his age but-- Someone told him as he was playing with his daughter and showed him a flyer of it. The way Margie's eyes lit up as she stared at the colours made him think they could use a day off to enjoy themselves.

Keeping a straight face despite having a neon pink baby carrier strapped to his chest, Matthew really couldn't give a damn about people's opinions as he cooed over Margaret and enjoyed the way she looked so excited by all the noise and colours and made it known with content gurgles and squeals. The two of them 'sang' along with the music and he clapped her hands in time of the beat during a song or piece she seemed to really enjoy, cherishing the moments he was building with her.

Even if being a parent was stressful at times, Matthew knows he wouldn't trade anything in the world now. Looks like coming here is a good idea after all.

[ CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE - FANCY MEETING YOU AGAIN ]

Never mind what he said. This was a terrible idea.

People passing by the busy sidewalks would probably hurry past the bickering couple - a redheaded man whose face was almost redder than his hair and a glamorous woman with eyes and hair dark as the frown she was sporting - but anyone who attempted to eavesdrop on them could probably grab snippets and bits of their conversation if they could hear past the music and the noise and the festivities in general. If they could, they'll quickly found out it isn't pretty to hear:

"… and I've been looking for you everywhere! I need to know--"

"No. You don't need to know; you're better off in the dark."

"Is that your reasoning for leaving her and me behind?"

"Matthew you make it sound like I don't have a heart--"

Despite the man's best attempts to cover his daughter's ears to shield her from the heated discussion, the little girl strapped to his chest looks stressed and confused as she makes whining sounds and wiggles in the baby carrier as the two adults continue to bicker like children between themselves. She looks ready to cry, actually, judging by her unhappy peeps and reddening face.

[ ooc; last option is not going to be considered game canon for plot reasoning so feel free to do whatever you want here! ]

Edited 2015-08-30 12:39 (UTC)

It's been a while since Aradia's visited the Carnival. She used to go every year, but... well. Previous shenanigans, untimely death, etc. The narrative knows the score by now. But she needed a pick-me-up this year, and she had been getting better at the whole manifesting thing lately, so what's the harm?

Turns out the harm was barely dodging a street brawl. Oops.

Most people can't even see her, this she knows, and she can practically feel Will's disapproval over her breaking her word already but- but some poor idiot's in over their head and she doesn't stop to think. Just anchors herself to the nearest streetlight and reaches for something to throw, planning to start a steady barrage of rocks at the nearest thug to hopefully give the Dude an opening to fight back. Or run, if that's more his style.

Something about him looks familiar, though. It's hard to place and it'll bug her all night, but something keeps gnawing at her attention. Whatever, she'll pick at it later when New Dude isn't in danger of becoming a pretty chalk outline on the pavement.

It takes him a second to realise it wasn't a really weak punch from someone else that hit the back of his head. It was a rock, little one at that, followed by another and another and whoa it's raining pebbles. Is bam-bam going to come join in on the fun or?

Whatever. Dave is sure as hell not going to complain that much since he just needs to take a sidestep and have the guys have fun in their bonkkake and have a bit of comeuppance for being a pair of dickweeds that needed to be wedded out by the weediest weeder who ever wedded and that's going to be him now, thanks.

He's not supposed to use his flashstep so much in public but then again Chip and Dale over here aren't supposed to cause a ruckus and try to beat his ass into the ground and they're still trying to. Using the flying rocks as an advantage, he quickly moves around them and borrows someone's glittery parade stick. It'll have to do since he can't haul his shitty sword around and finds it has just as a satisfying THWACK sound to hit when he hits Chip across the back.

Looks like Chip's been skipping leg day with how quick he is to reel into Dale, smashing into each other like a wrecking ball. Look, man, he never meant to start a war, he just wanted to let Nic Cage in. Maybe instead of using force, he should have let them win.

… Nah.

"Thanks," he said aloud as he braces himself with the parade stick in front of him, stance taut and ready for a hoedown. Either someone is helping him out and he can't see them or maybe there is a god out there since there are real life furries running around the town. "Didn't think I'll get help but guess I owe you a solid. An I.O.U from me to you with a dash of a thanks and fist bump if you're up to that sort of thing."

FULL MOON.
Brewing Wolfsbane is not Giles's specialty, but he can, with the right spellbooks, manage rather well and not kill anyone in the attempt. While he's not typically a friend to vampires, the cursed are a somewhat different story. He's got on well with a few werewolves. Possibly you're one of them.

Which is why someone might be coming to him, the night of the moon-- or waking up groggy and naked with Giles there to undo the shackles. Someone had to see that the potion had its proper effect, and it's not as though any of the other wolves were feeling attentive.

BRAWL.
When a commotion breaks out-- especially somewhere indiscreet, somewhere that isn't guaranteed safe from the eyes of the general population-- Giles has an unfortunate habit of dashing into it. So perhaps he's getting, with the calm exasperation of Daybreak types, between you and the guy who insulted your mother.

NIGHT IN JAIL.
When one attempts to break up a fight between supernatural factions, it helps to be a very effective liar when the police turn up.

Somehow, in four decades of life, Giles has never mastered this skill. Too much fumbling over his words-- it's not easy, explaining why someone's got bloody enormous clawmarks along with their broken nose. And he somehow gets pinned down as the one still nursing bruises and a terrible mood after the younger idiots have scattered.

Which is why there's a rumpled but otherwise respectable-looking middle-aged man in your cell, looking very long-suffering and less than thrilled to have company.

It's lucky the rocks did enough to help. There's not much more she really can do in a fight besides break a few lights, and that gets messy fast - besides, she's trying to cut back on those. Mostly. It's a habit she has to stop, because that gets way too addictive and there's probably a metaphor about that somewhere.

And then time stalls, because Aradia can't tell if the monotone 'thanks' means The Dude realized she was there or not. It's always such a headache trying to figure out who can do what, honestly, so it's faster to bite the bullet and edge into view. If he can see her, it'll become pretty clear soon.

If he can't, then she's going to feel like an idiot. Even chance of both, really.

"You're welcome! I figured evening the odds a little wouldn't hurt," and her voice wavers for a moment, her worry over being seen or not impacting her manifesting but-- no, concentrate. Maybe if she's lucky she can focus hard enough to be seen regardless. Or he'll walk off during the one-sided silence, if she fails. "Since they looked like they were cheating. Being twice your size and all."

Then she winces, because way to go Megido, already insulting someone two steps into a conversation. "I mean. I might need a rain-check on the fist bump. Not so good with anything involving hands these days."

Nancy had had the worst fucking luck. When she wasn't babysitting a detoxing vampire, she was being cursed to only speak the truth. Can we say: awful? And now, to top it off, instead of just getting kicked out of a bar, she'd actually gotten herself arrested for soliciting.

This wasn't the first time she'd been arrested. Or the first time the police took down her name and ID and made a nice little folder for Fagin, Nancy complete with mugshots. She actually probably had quite a few back there. Here was the trick: there were no files on record.

A nifty little trick she'd learned.

And, come tomorrow, she'd be let out with a warning, same as everyone else.

That wasn't her trickery, though. But all it took was a phone-call, and she got her wish.

But in the meanwhile, she's stuck here, leaning against the back wall with her arms crossed over her chest. Garters and heels on, and a shirt that was closer to lingerie than an actual shirt, it was clear to all who walked by that yes, yes everyone, she was arrested for prostitution.

She watched her new cell-mate enter bemused, content to not talk, when she caught his question. "Twenty questions, cards if you have 'em, play categories or alphabet games."

Almost closing time, sure, but Nancy still had quite some time left on her shift. Still, she, like anyone, needed to take a break from time to time, and she liked to take hers at pubs. Get some more blood generated, replace what was left with alcohol. Standard stuff, really.

Sliding into the barstool nearest to Matthew, Nancy hoped she just looked like a girl on her way to a club rather than a girl on her way to the streets. There was a delicate balance between the two, but with any luck, Matthew wouldn't know the difference. Besides, he saw her in jeans and t-shirts more often than not.

"I know- I haven't been able to get out of the house." She'd been cursed, and being a prostitute cursed to tell the truth was not good for business. "I've been bloody awful, truthfully, but-" she gestured at him. "I'm here now."

She could tell there was magic in here the second she entered the building. Somewhere, another witch. As Nancy was hauled back into the cell, she kept her eyes open, only to have the source of the magic revealed to her. An older man. A beaten up older witch, actually, she assumed.

It was the start of a funny joke. A Midnight witch and a Daybreak witch are in jail. Though she had no way to tell that he was on the other side of Redbright, but she tended to assume everyone was Daybreak, until proven otherwise. Dark magic was illegal, after all.

"I suppose the other guy is in the hospital, then?" She quipped with the slight raise of an eyebrow as the cell closed behind her. "You look awful."

"Wha--" Dave, for a second, stills just as Aradia moves in front of him. For a second, the coolkid facade breaks a bit as his brow furrows and the straight line of his mouth moves enough to be considered a possible maybe frown. Thanks to all the witches, vampires, werewolves, and shit, the activity could be enough to have spirits be seen if someone spots them at the right time in the right space in the right light if the air is decent enough. It almost looks like he could see her but the moment is ruined since a mood killer runs headlong at him faster than a sudden image of Nana Egbert sporting the latest version of Bro's smuppet swimwear and oh christ he really likes making it hard on him.

Dale finds enough breath from Chip's bungled snuggle session to charge like a bull seeing red on a Spaniard during the Pamplona encierro and Dave is the Spainard wearing the bitchingest red during the encierrno so ándale ándale for him please hold the phone as he rolls to the side and sticks his foot out, making the guy trip and fall face first to the pavement.

Eat the aftertaste of knockoff converse sneakers and glitter, bitch. Dave got rid of one of them for now and he looked fabulous in his orange feathered boa/cape thing too. Watch him get on Hot Hillingdon Monthly after this. Dave Strider, tagteamed by two buff beefcakes and gives all he's got and what spunk what determination what oh hey looks like Chip got him in a headlock.

"Whoa dude how about some personal spa--aurgh." Chip tightens his headlock harder in response and Dave is now starting to wear the bitchingest red but it was on his face and it was going to clash with cape how tacky. Oh yeah he was suffocating too under the hands of a giant sweatasaurus. "I could, er, use a miracle mile over here, falling rock skies perouugn-- Easy there, champ! Gotta buy me dinner fuuurgh."

Carnival The sun beat down on Annie's pale Irish skin, looking all the more ethereal in her white sundress. One would think that the woman would have wanted to avoid the crowds, but there was something about being amongst a bunch of people, none who know you, who won't judge you, where you could just be somebody instead of somebody. Besides, she'd been having a string of good days, lately, and the smell of Caribbean cooking always made her mouth water. She'd be alright, she was sure.

If she wasn't, well... Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. But until then, Annie's happy to wander around, looking at costumes, taking in everything, and nibbling at bits of food.

Party All Night Now, being out at night was something Annie probably shouldn't have been doing. She tried to remain indoors, whenever the sun went down, and had preferred it that way for some time. But she took precautions, on her wrists she always had silver bracelets, as well as around her neck which supported a witch's amulet she'd been given by her father, before she left for The Fourth District.

She wasn't going to drink, or even go to any bars, but somehow found herself swept up in a crowd pulling her into a party where, very quickly, she'd had a fruity drink of something shoved in her hand. That was two of these drinks ago, and now a very petite Annie was stumbling through the streets. At least she had the good sense to wear flats.

Choose Your Own Adventure
[make it up yo]

He saw her. Even if it was only for a moment, even if it ended in a maybe-flicker of discomfort and even if it promptly turned into the Running of the Creeps, the fact remains that The Dude actually saw her. It's a novelty that never quite fades, and it doesn't hurt that it gave her a clear view of him, too. The shades give her some clues, but... no dice. Either way; connection established, good deed achieved, time to move on - only then the game changes and oh dear.

Aradia watches in shock as Dave gets lifted into a chokehold, reflexively crying out despite knowing that it's pretty useless, how does yelling even help. Throwing rocks is immediately ruled out - she'd run the risk of hitting him too, and there's no guarantee the jerk would even feel it. Which leaves her with a grand total of not much. Lights? No, wouldn't work, it'd require him being near one when she possessed it--

Wait.

This is probably the worst idea she's had in at least a month. But she sprints forward all the same, forgoing manifesting in favour of throwing herself at-through-into Chip the Thug, and trying to work out how to make her shaky willpower work in her favour in the process. Possessing people can't be too much harder then falling into computers and fountains in theory, all it takes is shoving her sense of self at theirs and hoping that they break before she does. Right?

Eugh. Bodies are gross. This is the worst idea ever. "Drop him!"

Matthew had been working behind the bar long enough to know there are cardinal rules to being a bartender: Have a strong voice, keep a firm stance if you make a stance, and never ever comment on anybody unless they looked like they wanted it and it seems like Nancy is more interested in taking a break, winding down. He can't blame her.

He slides her her favourite drink as he tells Jeremy passing by to get the glasses cleaned up, quick, before turning her attention back to her.

There's a little relieved if worried smile on his face, glad to see she's okay since she had been quiet for a while. He's used to people coming and going to the pub, the door more of a revolving door than the typical hinged door it is but-- It's nice to see someone is back after some time. "You're here now for sure. Drink's on the house. Consider it a welcome back gift or something', Nancy."

She rolls her shoulders slightly, before reaching down to pick up the whiskey ginger she customarily took, if she wasn't drinking straight liquor. It happened more often than not, but usually when it wasn't Matthew serving her drinks.

Nancy takes a small sip, her red lipstick marking her territory on the glass for the night. "Thank you. I've been in hell the past few weeks, and this'll help me forget about it." Good, just the right mix of whiskey and ginger ale. He was very good.

"How've you been?" She asks, volleying the conversation back to him. "Tell me I didn't miss some important milestone in Margie's life."

Carnivals were a good source of money: Esmeralda knew that from experience. And knowing that, she had packed up early, and set up her little stage at the end of a row of food stalls. Not that her stage was particularly fancy: smooth plyboard set on the ground served as her platform, and the open carry cases of some of her friends' instruments, lutes and flutes and a clarinet or two, were used as receptacles for the audiences' money.

All morning long, the outcasts had been playing their music, generating interest. But Esmeralda waited and waited to dance, holding out until the parades had passed, so that crowds would flock.

As she waited though, she noticed the pale woman with the long red hair, and grinned over at her.

"Enjoying the carnival? Have you had a dance yet?"

[Annie shakes her head, when the beautiful woman called out to her.]

No- I'm not really all that great at dancing. [Admitted with a sheepish blush as she tucked her wild hair behind her ears.] But it's a fun carnival. I've never been.

[She glanced at the small stage, the musicians and nodded appreciatively.] You sounded lovely. [She smiles waterily. That, or it would have been a completely absent smile.]

"Drop him!"

Dave looks up if the rubberband noodle that he's calling a neck will let him do that, staring at his current choking choker chokey through his sunglasses with a deadpan stare. "Drop what? My balls? Buddy, they've been swinging free like my people a looong time agoooooh fuck."

Rude much? Looks like Chip is the hit it and drop it type of guy and gives Dave more reason than ever to make the guy see more stars than on the parade's dancers. At least he's out of that chokehold, not!gasping for air as he gets back on his feet and is quick to flashstep to keep a healthy distance between them now to survey the battlefield where everyone is a jerk and no one wins except the guys filming this all for Youtube. Awesome.

The asshole looks like he's going to shit enough bricks to make the big bad wolf have some nightmares and he's still going to look pained as fuck. Serves him right: Give a hit, take a shit.

Now Dave as two choices at this point he could either walk away and ahahaha yeah no let's finish this.

"Hi my name is Dave Strider and welcome to Jackass.

Eat your hearts out, Youtubers, as Dave runs at full speed at the dude looking like he's going to pee stale apple juice from his nipples as the orange feathered boy runs, jumps, and gives a hell of a dropkick that's aimed right at the chest. So he falls flat on his back and ass after that.

Worth it to hear the sounds of a man who's going to feel that in the morning and the morning after like the aftertaste of a bad night out in the pub because Dave Strider is the hangover you wish you never had but is teaching you that you're not god. It gives him a minute to catch his breath, debate his life choices, and look around the crowd of gawkers and cheerers to see if he saw what he really saw earlier because no way it could really be--

I'm sure that's not true. [Esmeralda automatically makes her tone more gentle, kind. She's realised that, for whatever reason, this woman is incredibly nervous.]

Come on. [She extends a hand to Annie, whilst signalling to her friends to start again.]

Everyone needs a dance at the carnival.

Oh, I couldn't- [Annie tries before the music begins and Esmeralda offers her hand. Already people are starting to look as the music draws their attention. She shakes her head.]

Really- no, no, I can't. [She tries, all the while allowing herself to be dragged on to the floor. She could have stopped it, but it had been so long since she'd actually danced. Since anyone noticed her quite like this woman had.]

"It's easy, I promise. And you can even keep the money, if we earn any. Don't tell them that, though" Esmeralda laughs, jerking her head towards her friends, and, still holding both of Annie's hands in hers, begins to move her hips to the beat of the music, trying to jig Annie gently as she does.]

Do you want to try a turn?

[Alright, so that's got her smiling a little brighter now.] Oh, no- that wouldn't be fair.

[But the music is louder and Annie is slowly giving in to Esmeralda's movements. Okay, not that bad. Maybe this would be alright.] I'm just following your lead, miss.

< CARNIVAL >

This was a bit too much noise for him. Not to mention the damn crowd. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Beer in hand, Lucifer stayed on the outskirts and watched the party unfold around him with a slight scowl. This wasn't exactly his sort of scene. The only reason he was here at all was to people watch and even that was putting it mildly. If everyone decided to cluster here, then he was going to sit back and see why. Maybe he's not the best at socializing, but blending in is something he's good at.

He sipped at the beer, hoping to see a fight tonight at the least.

< Brawl >

Maybe he had one too many or maybe he just doesn't like to be touched or maybe his fuse is so short that it's actually a mental problem. Either way, whoever just shoved him in the back just got a fist to the face.

< Night In Jail >

Well, he saw a fight. It always winds up here, doesn't it?

Not that he could really be bothered with it or anything. The pigs said it would only be for a night - probably to just make sure they can't go back to the carnival - and he'd be out by morning. Which was lovely, honestly. There was a lot less noise in jail and he was surrounded by what could only be described as his people.

Not to mention he could probably get out at any point if he tried hard enough, so there was really no worries here. Especially with all that beer in his system.

"She's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was as fresh as the ^{bright blue sky}! Everybody! Come on!" He clapped his hands, getting as loud as he can. It's nice when he's the one making noise for a change. "Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place-"

And you're doing well.

[Esmeralda raises an arm, encouraging Annie to turn under.]

See. That wasn't so bad, was it? And of course you'll take your share. You've earned it!

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Test Drive Meme: August 2015

Reno || Final Fantasy VII || Human/Hunter

Carnival

DAVE STRIDER | HOMESTUCK | META HUMAN/HUNTER-IN-TRAINING

MATTHEW BROWN | ORIGINAL CHARACTER | HUMAN

BRAWL! \o/ also that username omg

YAY AND I FOUght long and hard for this username, you have no idea

Rupert Giles | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Daybreak witch

it's a battle well fought tbh it's so beautiful

jail. errbody party in the holding cell.

barrrrrr

jail

i like to think it is and these two i love them aaaah

ANNIE CRESTA | The Hunger Games

they are the best time player trainwreck this town's ever seen

where else would these two be :| <3

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get #rekted town, watch them cause a pileup in bad life choices intersection

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Lucifer | Supernatural | Outcast Fae?

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