dankmemes | Test Drive Meme # 1

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Test Drive Meme # 1

Welcome to Hadriel's very first test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open September 24th, and Apps are open October 1st.

Two quick points here as well:
1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. In this instance, the door has managed to grab something truly horrific, and it's definitely out for blood (and brains) tonight.

Smokers are enemies in the video game series Left 4 Dead, who use their prehensile tongues to capture unwitting people and either drag them away for consumption or hang them up to strangle them. With all of the activity of characters trying to find out what's going on and where they are, there are more than a few of them, lingering in the shadows and waiting to try strike at anyone who may be lagging behind.]

SCENARIO TWO: YOUR HEART WILL GO ON
[You awaken in a windowless room, the walls strangely curved. The door, when you try it, is quite firmly locked. No amount of force is able to break through, so it seems to be sealed by supernatural means. Next to the door stands a slender pedestal, about as big around as a large man's thigh. At the top of the pedestal is a indentation, as if something were meant to go there.

But you're not alone in this room. There are two things with you: a person and a corpse. Pinned to the body is a note: Place a heart on the pedestal to leave. Tucked neatly into the corpse's pocket is a letter opener, small and not particularly sharp.

Did you have weapons or tools on you before? You don't now. But look at it this way: what better form of bonding is there than helping a friend or stranger dig a heart out of a corpse with nothing but a letter opener and your bare hands?]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BREAK-IN TODAY?
[You're standing outside a storefront, colored glass set into intricate designs. It's beautiful, artistic, but more importantly - there's definitely food inside. Good food, too, by the glimpses you can see through the window. In fact - wait a minute - isn't that your favorite dish in there, just waiting for you? You've been searching for food for hours, it seems, and the city is bare. Your tummy is getting awful rumbly. What luck!

You try the door. Cruelly, it is locked. The food taunts you, just out of reach.

The glass is lovely, intricate, but it's just glass. Or maybe you know how to pick locks. Or maybe there's a back way in. Or maybe some passing friend will be able to help you. There's a lot of options here, if what you really want is a mouthful of the finest... whatever it is you like.]

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[one: corpse]

[Still blinking some of the sleepiness away, Adam looks around the room. His eyes widen when he see where he is, widen further when he sees the body. For a moment he looks close to panic, but with an effort, he swallows it down, steadies himself, takes a breath.

At first, he spares only a quick glance for the person in the room with him. More important, he thinks, is the body. And it's - well, no one he recognizes, which is good, but the note on it is less good. His face falls as he reads it, as he realizes what exactly they're in for in this prison of a room.

But Adam is a pragmatic boy. He reaches out, plucks the letter opener from the corpse's pocket, careful not to touch the actual body. But is there any point to squeamishness when he already knows what he has to do? What they have to do? Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks at the other person in the room.]

Would you mind trying the door, first? Just in case.

[two: vandalism?]

[Adam does not jump immediately to smashing things. He does, however, eye some rubble nearby and consider just how easily he could get in. But the glass is really very nice-looking, and he doesn't know whether this place has - law enforcement of some kind? Police? Burglar alarms? Whatever.

Better safe than sorry, but he is pretty hungry. He tries the door again, frowning when it doesn't respond, though he didn't really think it would. He leans against the glass, peering inside. Maybe there's a back door? Or a window that could be openable? He's a pretty slender guy, he might be able to wiggle in.

One last glance around, and Adam starts around to the back of the store. Even aliens - or whatever - must have back doors, right?

And if that doesn't work out, there's always the rubble.]

little bit of two, but mostly heading in to number one

[Alfie doesn't hesitate, or so much as bat an eyelash. He puts his glasses delicately on, reads the note, then saws on in with the knife from his boot while his companion in the room is still sleeping. Might as well go ahead and get it done before the screaming or protestations can start, he figures.

Just as the other figure begins to stir, he's dropping the slippery muscle onto the pedestal, wiping his arms off on the stained old apron around his waist, and when that's done, using the handkerchief from his pocket, plus some spit, to get the worst of the mess out from between his fingers, picking under his nails.

He gives the sleeper an ungentle kick in the shoulder, never minding what a vision he is to wake up to right now, all butcher, not at all baker.]

Come on, mate, we don't fucking have two of these. Let's clear on out.

[Door #3]

[There is Gelato in that store.

Noah tries the door first because he is a good law-abiding ghost, but it gives only the barest lurch that comes with being locked tight. Pouting, he even gives a light tap of a knock next, but no other sound is forthcoming except for the sad echo of emptiness and a knock unanswered.

... He tries the door again anyway just to be sure.]

Oh, come on!

[He tries a third time, grasping the door handle with both hands, bracing his feet against the wall and LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAANING as far back as he can, but his fairly insignificant weight is not enough to force the delicate-looking door.

Of course, the glass doesn't look too thick, but it's so pretty, and what kind of person would he be if he went around breaking windows?

The kinda person he was when he was alive, mostly, but that's beside the point.

He lets go of the door and starts searching through his pockets to see if there's something he can jimmy the lock with, not that he has much experience with it... but as the saying goes, hope springs eternal.]

Scenario 1

[He's pretty sure that he's stepped beyond Hope's boundaries when he starts having to physically climb over some of the rubble in the streets, but that doesn't much bother Ronan, who is rather determined to figure out just how far this city goes. His raven is perched on his shoulder, though every once in awhile, she'll take off to allow him to do a bit more climbing.

The buildings are starting to look dilapidated, the further out he gets. Ronan frowns, glances back to the person nearby.]

Did you hear that?

[It could just be the shuffling of rocks as they're kicking them about, but when it repeats itself- no, that definitely sounds like someone coughing.]

Scenario 3

[Well, he's hungry, Chainsaw is hungry, and that's the only thing he's seen here that's even slightly edible, so he's going to go for it. Really, it seems like whatever brought them here is content to have them starve- or, maybe more realistically, eat one another. There was that shitty test with the corpse and the heart after all. Cannibal battle royale?

But it doesn't much matter, in the short-term. They're here now and he's found something that looks edible, so he's going to be pragmatic about it. Without checking to see if there's a back door or open window, Ronan shrugs and moves down to pick up one of the larger rocks on the ground, before nodding toward whoever may or may not be in his way.]

You mind? This is gonna get messy.

[Well, that's a nightmarish thing to wake up to. Adam's pretty used to waking up to weird shit these days, but a stranger in a bloody apron - and a corpse that has apparently been carved up - is entirely outside of the normal.

It's a rather rough awakening. He scuttles back, until his back is against the wall, eyes wide and nerves singing. He has no real reason to believe he's not going to be the next thing carved open, and every reason to be paranoid as hell. Not that he's ever needed much of a reason for that.

But he breathes, tries to get calm (a losing battle), and looks at the man.]

What - um. What the hell is this?

[Adam's tone is, perhaps surprisingly, rather polite - especially considering his words and his frightened demeanor. It's easy for him to fall back on politeness, though, and also it might keep him from getting stabbed.]

SCENARIO TWO (THE CORPSE with optional one or three happening if they get out):

[ Allison's been through a kidnapping once or twice already, both back home and when she first got to Asgard, so this isn't terribly new. In fact, she's surprised when she starts to come to and finds that neither her wrists nor her ankles are bound. As her eyes adjust to the room she looks around, spotting the pedestal and two people near her.

No, scratch that. One person and one corpse. Either that or one of them doesn't need to breathe, which is a possibility.

One thing she knows with absolute certainty is that she can't panic. Panicking, especially in a room that likely has limited air supply, is the worst thing she could do right now. So she sits up carefully, eyes scanning the room once more before she looks towards the breathing body near her. ]

Hey. [ Her voice is quiet and calm in an attempt to keep the other person calm as well, or at least to appear non-threatening. ] Are you okay?

ooc: Just a head's up! Allison has her memories from her time spent in

asgardeventide. If you're not cool with her recognizing your character, if they were there, just let me know and I'll say her memories were messed with!

[Noah nods numbly at Adam's request. Check the door. He can check the door. He will check the door and he will not freak out. He won't. Freaking out will make things worse.

He needs to stand. Just. Stand and check the door. But he feels frozen in place as he kneels and looks at the corpse. No one he knows either, but it's still a person. Was a person, like how Noah used to be a person then he was just a body too.

Maybe it was never a person though. Maybe it was created dead to be there to torment them. Thats'... that's something that can happen, right? Right? Stiffer than a corpse (ha. ha.) Noah manages to pull himself up to go to the door and tug at it, as hard as he can, even when it becomes clearly futile.] It's not ... maybe if both of us...

[Noah goes very quiet to listen. Yeah, that sounds like a cough alright. He looks around. The rubble makes everything... scarier, but Noah's easy to scare. He edges just a bit closer to Ronan.]

... Maybe someone is sick and needs help?

[It could be another refugee or whatever they are.]

( two ; the corpse )

( She'd come to with a start, a quick look around the part of the room Raven can see without moving before she pushes herself up, legs swinging off the edge of the bed to get herself up. Grounder or Mountain Men? Or was she finally dead this time?

For the moment she ignores the other two bodies, not checking whether they're alive or dead - alive could be worse, and for now they were unconscious, moving to the door and rattling the handle before giving it a few firm shoves. Nothing. No budging, nothing )

Damnit.

( It's a loud whisper, a frustrated hit on the door following it. She can't be trapped - she can't stay here. They didn't just fight their way through everything so far to just get trapped. Raven knew what Clarke had said about Mount Weather, and if this was that - or something else - it was bad.

It's only now that Raven turns to the rest of the room, her eyes falling on the note of one of the bodies. She can't be certain whether she saw a twitch of movement from the other but the note catches her attention and she grabs it - regretting that once she's read it. Place a heart on the pedestal )

What the hell? ( There's another look at the note, a look down at the two bodies before she drops the note to the floor ) Screw this.

( Turning to the door again Raven tries the handle before banging on it with an open palm. If the other person in the room hadn't woken up by now they soon would ) Hey, assholes. I know you can hear me. ( Her voice is no longer a whisper but raised, knowing that whether someone's outside the door or just monitoring them that they can either see or hear her. Someone's there, and she's not playing their sick game for her freedom )

I don't really know, mate, but so far it's fucking biblical.

[Alfie is patting his pockets for cigarettes, for a light.]

Come on. Up and at 'em.

[Grabbing the open door, now, nodding him through and out.]

Unless you want to stay locked in here with our heartfelt friend, yeah?

Stand back. [ There's no small amount of demand in her voice, and with a thick stone gripped tight in her pale hand, there was no room to doubt the girl's intentions. She gives him little time to move back, or offer protest before she tosses the stone with considerable force; the glass shatters on impact, a beautiful piece of art now mere shards upon the ground.

It would have been a shame if it weren't in such a shit hole, but food was more important, and she wasn't about to wait around for this guy to give the door another go. ]

You're welcome. [ She says, all wiseass, and brushes past him to step inside the shop that had been much nicer moments ago. Let's hope none of the food products were open. ]

[Isaac doesn't wake up as quickly as Allison does, he's starting to stir about the time that she calls out. He breathes, and smells- well, everything, though he's not too happy about it at that point. Isaac blinks, rolls over to look toward Allison, and he's pleased to see her there before his gaze falls to the corpse and he's... well, rather less pleased.]

What the hell is this?

[He stands slowly, glancing toward the pedestal, and then back toward the door.]

I'm alright, but- [Something's not right here. Obviously, there's a freaking corpse in the room, but the rest of it is... also not right. Isaac exhales, and blinks the sleep from his eyes.]

-what happened?

What the-

[As soon as Noah sees the very solid rock in her hand - having had enough blunt force trauma for one life time - exactly enough for one lifetime - Noah scrambles back and falls on his ass to get out of the way. He brings his arms up to cover his head, flinching when the beautiful inhuman work of art is transformed rather magnificently to inhumanly beautiful shards of glass on the ground.]

That's - someone probably worked hard on that?

[It looses any real indignance to it when it comes out as a question. Noah scrambles to his feet, steps carefully over the mess, and follows Sharon in.

She seems to know what she's doing.]

[ While he has some familiar traits, Allison doesn't realize it's Isaac until he rolls over towards her and she can see his face. Her heart starts hammering in her chest at the sight of him, a mixture of excitement and the panic she's trying to push away. There's some guilt, too, because she shouldn't be excited; he went home and wasn't stuck in Asgard anymore and while home isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, at least it's better than gods playing tricks on them all the time and fighting a war they shouldn't be fighting.

She shakes her head slightly, both to his question and to try to clear her head. She can worry about his return later; for now, they need to figure out where they are and how they can get out. ] I don't know. One of the gods must be messing with us. [ Her hand moves to her ankle to grab the knife she's generally got strapped there - just because it seems like it's just them and a corpse doesn't mean it'll stay that way - but it's not there.

Confused, Allison pulls up the leg of her jeans to find that the holder is missing as well. ] Whatever's going on, they didn't want me armed.

[1]

[In a weird way, Rochelle is almost glad there's smokers here. I mean, not really, but it was something familiar, and a sign she wasn't going completely insane. Thankfully, she still has that enormous hand canon of a Desert Eagle at her side, which she's using to pop off nearby Smokers as she looks for her friends.

No ammo around as far as she could tell, so she tried to make every shot count as the Smokers explode into, well, smoke.]

Coach? Ellis!? Nick!

[No answer. There seems to be people nearby, though. She looks over her shoulder at the closest person to her.]

Hey, you! Stick close! These things like to grab you when you're alone.

[How did she get here in the first place? Where were her people? And what was here in the first place? She'd have to tuck those questions away until they cleared out the area.

She hoped.]

[He starts to wake up when she slams her hand against the door, and Ronan rises with a start, his heart leaping in his chest. But it's- it's fine, everything here is fine, even if this isn't where he remembers falling asleep.

A quick glance tells him that yes, his raven is still nestled by his side, and also beginning to stir, crooning out something low and questioning as she wakes up. He pays her no mind, his eyes narrowing slightly toward the girl at the door. As much as he wants to complain- because he does- the words die off in his throat when he sees what else is in the room with them.

Ronan swings his legs off of the bed and stands shakily, leaving the raven to fluff her feathers up on the threadbare cot. He eyes the body warily, before rubbing his eyes and refocusing his attention. The threat isn't the dead guy, after all- it's the person in here who's still breathing.]

Hey, shut up.

[An excellent start.]

What is this? Did you kill that guy?

(scenario one)

[Ellie is used to constantly watching and listening. When you're in a world where infected could come out kill you at any second, it becomes sort of second nature. She can handle any of that, she's decided. The only real problem for now is Joel. She doesn't know what happened or how she got here, but she knows she has to find him. If she's here, he's gotta be too.

Soon though that becomes second in her list of problems. Rounding a corner, she hears something. Something that definitely sounds like the shrieking of infected. What she expects is a runner or stalker. What's slowly galloping toward her is something worse.

She breathes out slowly, eyes widening in surprise.]

Holy shit.

[That... is either one messed up clicker that doesn't click or a type of infected Ellie has honestly never seen before. She doesn't have the time to ponder over it. Pointing out her pistol, she begins shooting at the creature several times.

Which would be fine, except one or two more are coming up from behind. Help a girl out?]

(scenario two)

[The first thing Ellie does after she's woken up and got her bearings is check if the bodies lying nearby are dead or not. One is dead (and has on it some note she doesn't let herself read yet), and the other one isn't - but whoever isn't dead is unconscious for now and doesn't have any obvious bite or scratch marks. She's not exactly thrilled to be in here with a total stranger, conscious or not, especially after realising she's without even her switch-blade. She has to get out of here.

Next on the agenda is checking the door.]

C'mon, c'mon! [Her pulling, pushing and shoving isn't helping anything though.] Fuck! Not getting out this way.

[She glances as the forms on the ground again. Maybe they have a key, or... something to help. She checks the dead body first, finally reading the note. Twice. Here she stops, glancing at the pedestal. No fucking way. Not giving up yet, Ellie checks the pockets, eventually coming across the envelope opener.

She looks down at the note, then at the body it came from.]

You gotta be kidding me.

[ She feels as if she should feel guilty, and not for the shards crunching loudly beneath her boots. Sharon turns to watch him with narrowed blue eyes as she pulls open a box of some foreign treat she'd never had before. He was thin, waif-like even, and sort of looked as if he'd spent the majority of his youth crawling through dusty vents, but more than all of that, he looked nervous and lost.

Maybe he even appeared scared, but who wouldn't be in this place? ]

Sorry. [ Truth be told, she hadn't meant to frighten him, but her sense of tact has never been that great. This is why she doesn't have friends, along with the spooky cult thing. ]

[Default Noah is strained and anxious and he gives a little sort of uncomfortable shrug under her scrutiny, only looking up at Sharon briefly before looking away before they do something awful like make eye contact.

Instead he goes for what he spotted through the window before, grabbing a little plastic pint of what promises to be stracciatella gelato. After a moment of hesitation he grabs a second one and holds it out to Sharon.]

Um. They have limoncello and pomegranate swirl, too.

( The voice makes Raven stop - makes her turn and stare. Whilst she might actually have shut up (temporarily) she doesn't appreciate his command for her to do so. She's trying to get them - herself out of there. Shutting up doesn't do that.

But then his question sinks in and- shit. The other guy's dead already? She'd only grabbed the note, not stuck her hands close enough for long enough to get a feel on whether he was alive or not )

Could ask you the same. ( Because who says he didn't do it and go back to sleep, or pretend to be asleep. Maybe she'd have been next if she hadn't woken up. Maybe she still would be ) There was a note on him. ( One that's now dropped on the floor if the guy wants to reach for it )

All I know is I'm stuck in here and don't know what's going on.

( Because him being stuck in there with her didn't mean that he hadn't done this. Survival 101: don't trust any face you don't know )

scenario two

[while this exact scenario isn't one that lloyd can say he's found himself in before, it's similar enough to others that he really only bothers to give the locked door a single, cursory shove before deeming it truly stuck and turning to consider the room's arrangement.

there's a way out for sure, he just has to figure it out.

thankfully, this room doesn't exactly seem all that eager to test his intellect, because the instructions for how to get out are pinned directly to the dead body. lloyd wrinkles his nose as he approaches the corpse, but it doesn't really smell yet, which must mean it's pretty fresh. in fact... lloyd removes one glove and holds his hand just below the body's nose to test for breath, then presses two fingers down against its neck to check for a pulse, just to be certain.

nothing.

he reaches into the corpse's pocket for the letter opener, turning it over in his hands with a considering frown before finally looking up at his companion with a sort of weary sigh.] This would be a lot easier with my swords, you know. Or even a knife, are you sure you don't have a knife?

scenario three

[everything in this city seems to be locked lately, and this door, unfortunately, doesn't appear to be offering any sort of puzzle or riddle to solve in order to open it like the last on. and lloyd is hungry, okay, he's not sure he can ever remember feeling this hungry, and things weren't exactly plentiful in sylverant while he was growing up either.

he presses his face up against the glass to stare longingly at the display of food just beyond, breath fogging it up with each exhale. he wants it, it looks so good, like something genis made, though at this point he'd probably even take the professor's cooking.

it's a lot of glass. more than lloyd is honestly used to seeing in one place, and he sort of guiltily tries to rub out the condensation from his breathing because it's pretty and he's sure someone worked hard on making it look that way. kind of like the food, if he's honest, which is probably why it's locked away like this and he really should just leave it alone and keep looking but.

lloyd's eyes slide back to the door and down to the fairly simple looking lock on it, and he considers. if he left a note behind, some kind of i.o.u. for the owners... that would alright, wouldn't it?]

[two, leading to one or three]

[He's not sure where he is, or how he got here. This doesn't seem to be anywhere he recognizes, and thankfully the corpse isn't anyone he knows, either. He stalks around the room, looking for something... anything. But there doesn't seem to be anything, and trying to get at the hinges of the door seems to be useless, as does trying to unscrew the doorknob.]

[He looks over the note again, and winces. Does he really have to do this? He's no stranger to blood and gore, but he doesn't exactly like getting close to it. That's the beauty of the Death Note - he can judge people from where he is, not where they are, and he doesn't have to lay a finger on them.]

[He glances to his companion and frowns. Maybe they'll be more willing to do the dirty work?]

We have to... we have to get out of here somehow...

[ Snakt. ]

I do not need a knife.

[ She's standing just behind him, arms at her sides. When he looks, now, there is a sharp pointed object coming out of the back of her left hand. They hadn't been there before, but Laura is unconcerned by this new development, and she kneels next to him, plunging her claw into the corpse's chest. The slice is surgical; the claw is sharp enough to cut through bone like butter, and she's careful to slice through the ribs without damaging the organs underneath. ]

SCENARIO ONE

So far, this place was a total nightmare. But between the chaotic state of events back home, and some actual nightmares he had while using, he wasn't sure if he could call this worse yet. It wasn't how he'd pictured Hell, not that he was sure there was a point believing in things like that anyway. In all honesty though, he couldn't say if he knew he was still alive at all. He couldn't even say if he was conscious. He could still be in a coma. This could all be in his head. Or he could be crazy, and seeing things as they weren't.

But he wasn't to the level of having another series of panic attacks over it, because he felt somewhat vindicated by what Mom and Travis had seen when Calvin got up from being dead, just like Gloria but with Less blood. He was dead, but he kept getting back up, and everyone had seen. And then it kept happening, with people on the street, the neighbors. The were dead, and still moving, and wanted to attack everyone, though he didn't know why. He knew it was real, everyone saw it...

This was different. He hadn't found anyone he knew yet. He had been wandering the dark streets for hours, and having a hard time finding anyone at all, when suddenly, noises. Moaning, pained. Sounds that made him think of whatever was happening to everyone back home, making him stop and become extra alert. He was terrified, but for some reason, his body kept moving forwards. It was as if he was disconnected by the fear, but it ran on autopilot anyway.

It was when the freakish creature, like the walking dead back home but deformed, fast, enraged... And deformed. The beast's tongue shot out like a lizard, inhumanly long and flickering about like a snake. Horror and shock snapped Nick back into his body, and with a loud noise that sounded somewhere between a scream and a yelp, he tumbled over backwards, sliding against the wall, skipping off and flailing against gravity to bound off the sidewalk and flee down a side-street. What the Hell was that?!

SCENARIO TWO

Now feeling faint from all the banging and shouting he's done around the perimeter of the room - to no avail; either no one is out there, or no one cares (or maybe they just can't hear him scream) - Nick slides down a wall and sinks his head into his knees. He seems to be running his hands through his hair, trying to comfort himself.

Finally he looks up, pale, eyes wide, but looking resolved.

He yanks the knife out with determination at first, but stalls, rolling it around in the palm of his hand, clearly hesitating. A sharp intake through his nose suggests he's trying to psych himself up to start jabbing at the corpse's chest.

[2: not this again]

[Robb is far too used to waking up in strange places by now, and when he realizes this is not, in fact, his house in Odin, the sole reaction he has is to scrub a hand over his face. Great, hooray, here he goes again. Isn't he done with this already? Hasn't he done enough? Because he'd been tired after fighting that last battle and he just wants to sleep, for maybe about three days or so.

Then his gaze falls on the corpse. Well, he thinks, the thought detached from that creeping feeling of rising panic bubbling in his chest, that's new.

But there's somebody else inside with him, who's probably just waking up, so he can't afford to panic. He lets himself have that small moment, then sucks in a breath and straightens up. They don't have anything that could help them fulfill the task presented to them, and honestly Robb is not about to carve out a dead man's heart anyway, so:] Let's get out of here.

[3: a feast for crows and starving kings]

[Ordinarily, Robb wouldn't give such an extravagant feast much more than a short, passing glance. All right, that's a lie, he'd look at it a little, but usually he's willing enough to just let things be and move on. Not so right now: he's hungry, and there's food, and the door is locked. He aims a good kick at it, and comes away with nothing but a stubbed toe for his troubles.

Usually, he wouldn't even consider this, but desperate times call for desperate measures and he really needs food, so Robb glances around, as though checking if there's no one else around, then he slinks away into a back alley to search for a back door and try and shove that down through brute force.]

((ooc note: Robb here is an import from

asgardeventide, which means that he might recognize your character if he's interacted with them before. if this is not ok, let me know and we can say they didn't leave a significant impression for him to remember them beyond vaguely recognizing them!))

Edited 2015-09-18 23:05 (UTC)

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Test Drive Meme # 1

adam parrish | raven cycle

Alfie Solomons: Peaky Blinders

Noah Czerny | The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

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allison argent ( teen wolf ) crau with memories from asgardeventide,

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raven reyes ( the 100 )

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Rochelle | Left 4 Dead

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Ellie | The Last of Us | OTA

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lloyd irving | tales of symphonia

Light Yagami | Death Note 2015

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nick clark | fear the walking dead

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Robb Stark | ASOIAF + memories from asgardeventide