RC Test Drive!

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G'day, Ruby City! It's time for a meme for both testdrivers and denizens.

Been itching to test out some CR but haven't had the posts to do it? Thinking of apping a character but not sure they'll fit in the city walls?

Have no fear, a meme for you is here.

Directions:

• Post with your character with their name and canon on top!


• Choose a location and prompt or wait for someone else to tag.


• If you'd like, leave contact info for people to get in contact for plotting and other such shenans.


• Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to chat OOC while tagging.

Locations:

1. Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.


2. Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?


3. The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!


4. The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.


5. The Library: You came to do a little research, but it looks like all of the information's just out of your reach. Though, you can always find a way to pass the time here.


6. The Coffee Joint: Run by Lukas, a lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.


7. Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.

Scenarios

1. Just walked in: You intended to get here, and you made your way in; but now someone's caught your eye and you'd like to have a chat.


2. Been here all day: You've been sitting around minding the time. Maybe you didn't notice them at first or maybe you were just working up the courage to talk-- either way, they know you're here and you know it too.


3. Inclement weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?


4. Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!

Have fun, guys!

Comments

Leah Clearwater / Twilight

[bitterwolf]

The Black Stallion

[Don't mind her, she's here for the beer.

A moment after giving her order, she snaps out of her slouch and snaps her fingers.]

No, wait... Make that a whiskey. Double, on the rocks.

[Leah sends the barkeeper, waiter, whatever this person is her best menacing glare as a tip.

Too young to be drinking in some states? Maybe. Certainly too young to be turned into a goddamn werewolf by the presence of sparkly vampires, kill your father, watch your boyfriend turn into a love-struck zombie and as cherry on top, get hauled away to some third-rate sorry excuse for a Star Trek convention meets haunted village spiel. She ran into a chick with grey body paint and horns earlier, for God's sake.

Girl needs a drink.

She props her elbows on her cozy little table in the darkest, most remote corner of the bar and rubs her pounding temples.]

What a day...

[jondrette]

You're in my seat. [Eponine says, holding a bottle of wine as she looks at the new girl. She isn't possessive of the seat. It's more of an observation.

Without being asked, she slides in across from Leah.] and what's made your day so terrible, madamoiselle?

[bitterwolf]

["You" is on the tip of her tongue, just because she has learned that nobody ever asks that question for good reasons. It's bound to be some hidden accusation that she is raining on someone's parade, so might as well save them the in-between steps and get right to the argument.

But... That headache.

Leah raises her head just far enough to shoot the girl a dark glare.]

Aren't you a bit too young to be the local shrink?

[jondrette]

Shrink? No, madamoiselle, I am small but I have not lost girth since I arrived here. [If Leah is trying to scare her off, it isn't working. She takes a drink of her wine.]

I only recognize the look on your face.

[bitterwolf]

Do you? [That's one very unimpressed look the wolf levels at her. Can't the girl read "leave me alone" vibes if she's so good at reading faces?] That's nice for you. Why don't you run along and tell someone who cares?

[The waiter is finally back with her whiskey and Leah downright snatches the glass from his hand, grudgingly grinding out a thanks. If this is the company this place provides she will be driven to stronger stuff than whiskey.]

[jondrette]

[It's Eponine, she chooses not to listen to social cues.] Because no one cares, mademoiselle, and those who would I do not wish to burden with my problems.

You, however, seem as if you need to burden someone. Tell me. I swear I won't tell a soul.

[bitterwolf]

[Well, Éponine, have an incredulous look.] Really? Does anyone actually buy your drivel? [There is absolutely no indication that the girl isn't honest, except that people aren't that nice. Even if she has no clue what the girl is trying to get out of it. Maybe a good laugh? Hell if she knows.]

I don't pour out my heart to strangers.

[jondrette]

Oui, they do. I am a talented liar, but I see no reason to lie to you here. What good would it do me? There is no money here, I have a home and food and clothing when I have lacked them in the past. I am speaking to you because I simply wish to, which is unusual in and of itself. You appear to be angry, bitter, scorned. I haven't seen you around, and while I am new myself, I believe you are newer still. I had many questions when I first arrived, and I got answers, though many of them were not the ones I would have preferred. [She laughs and takes a drink.] But that is the way things work.

[She pauses and looks over the woman.] I'm Éponine Thénardier. There, you know my name. We are not so much strangers now!

[bitterwolf]

[Well, she has actually managed to intrigue Leah, even if it is mostly the oddity of having a female peer.

She'd had female friends, before the wolfiness and the need for secrecy. Onwards it had been nothing but her own pain, boys who would scorn her for voicing it and the girl who had stolen her happiness trying to play at being best friends. As if she wanted Emily's pity.

It's the thought of Emily's hurt if she knew that Leah would rather play nice with a stranger than her that has Leah smiling toothily.

She knocks back her drink.]

Leah Clearwater. It's been a while since I've had a heart-to-heart. I have plenty of bitterness, just ask my... friends. [The smile turns downright wolfish.] You'd better run along. I earned my reputation as a harpy fair and square.

[jondrette]

[Eponine considers this, taking another drink herself.] you have a reputation, as do I. I doubt yours is worse than mine. Some call me a bitch, but I'm quick to remind them I am the daughter of a wolf! Do not underestimate me, madamoiselle Leah.

[bitterwolf]

[Leah's lips twitch.] Daughter of a wolf, you say?

[There is the shortest, most whimsical thought of gleefully telling her that Leah is the real wolf here, but shies away from the idea before Sam's Alpha command to tell no one has a chance to flare up and force submission.]

That's funny. I would have taken you more for a... fox, maybe. Something small, quick and sharp-toothed.

[ofdragonfire]

[It's mere curiosity that drives the elf to enter The Black Stallion. Even in the city, he holds himself as a king would, eyes gliding over each customer and landing on her dark corner.

The Elvenking gives little thought to the sight of the young woman in the bar. He never judged one by appearance alone and he knew there were those among his own kin that allowed their children to drink wine. So long as it had been mixed with water. In fact, he'd done the same with his own son.]

I will see your wines.

[He tells the bartender this in a plain tone but it's easy to tell that he's expecting quick compliance. The king doesn't look to her but his next words are clearly directed at Leah.]

Would one be correct in assuming that you are new to this city?

[bitterwolf]

[Leah raises her head, looks up right into an uncannily beautiful face... framed by pointed ears. Another one of the costumed people. Fantastic. Now the weirdoes are talking to her.

She can't help wrinkling her nose in disdain, determined not to let herself be swayed by the gorgeous face. Vampires are beautiful too and they hide nothing but decay and evil beneath the pretty surface.]

Yes, I'm new. What's it to you? [Dare she...? Why, yes, she does.] Did anyone tell you yet that Halloween is over?

[ofdragonfire]

It is nothing to me, merely an observation that I wished confirmed.

[He keeps an eye on the meager selection of wines offered and chooses one, pouring it into a glass himself before turning to look at Leah. One brow goes up, the comment completely lost on him.]

They have not. [Most likely because they had either been a bit intimidated by the sight of the elf. And he had no idea what Halloween was anyway.]

[bitterwolf]

[She groans.] Figures... [Figures as well that the guy would be too dumb to realize what she is hinting at. Or maybe he is dressed normal for this place, it isn't like he is the only one.

Leah eyes the bottle of wine he has served himself from, then decides against it. No, she'd rather stick to stronger stuff, especially if she has to deal with someone pretending to be some pointy-eared... something.]

What are you anyway? A Vulcan? An elf?

so I kind of had to try out how this would be, do pardon me xD

[intheattic]

[ Know this smell, Leah?

Alistair is in the stallion to get a drink too, though obviously not the untouched beer standing in front of him, and his stink should be familiar enough to alert her to there bing a vamp in the bar even if she might not remember his individual brand of 'ew'. He wasn't at the Cullen residence for very long after all, and spent most of that time muttering up in the attic. ]

Oh no, not you.

[ Downside to having an absolutely perfect memory? You can't forget annoying people no matter how much you'd like to. ]

You are evil and wonderful and I love you (but Leah hates you right now, sorry.)

[bitterwolf]

[Upside to being from a point in time when Bella and Edward haven't yet tied the knot and no hybrid babies have nearly caused a war? She hasn't had the pleasure yet.

Downside to being in this bar at this time and place? She is about to.

Leah inhales deeply, intending to let out a melodramatic heavy sigh, but the moment a well-known scent assaults her senses she nearly chokes on air. Air turned vile, rotten, tainted by the predator staining everything with its undead presence.

Just like that, all the sullen broodiness disappears and Leah snaps to attention, eyes tracking the other patrons, ears alert. It isn't difficult at all to pick up on the exasperated mutter, but she could have pinpointed him in any crowd. A wolf in sheep's clothing is still a wolf, she would know it best. The red eyes are a giveaway, too.

Red...]

Fuck...

[Her skin suddenly feels too small for her body and there is a panicked moment in which she could bet it's going to happen right here and now. No, she can't. Not quite yet. Soon, but not yet, not in here with all these innocents around.

She bares her teeth at the leech and whispers, knowing he would hear it as well as if she were shouting into his ear.]

Yes, me. [She raises her chin in a stubborn gesture of defiance, never mind that she is alone and still new to this werewolf thing and this is the first time she would be glad to have the pack around... He will smell her fear and pick up on her racing heartbeat but she won't give the leech more reasons to gloat than she has to.] Did I ruin your appetite, leech?

You have only yourself to blame for being so much fun to play with

[intheattic]

You wish.

[ Though the disgusted curl of his upper lip does imply that he's not feeling so much like having a snack any longer, at least not as long as the air is thick with the revolting smell of shapeshifter.

His voice is pitched low as well, with a slight scrape to it, as if he hasn't used it for a while. ]

*blushing forever*

[bitterwolf]

[...and there it is again, the trusty rage. It's everything coming together to conspire against her, from the fantastically shitty day she's been having to the vampire's stench sending every warning signal in her body into overdrive... and then the leech himself.]

Go to hell.

[She leaps up from her chair and all but runs for the entrance. She has to get out of here before she transforms amongst innocents and there's someone else running around with Emily's face... If they are lucky.]

[intheattic]

[ It's doubtful that the other patrons even see him move, that's how fast he runs past her to await her outside the door with a fierce glow in his eyes that isn't entirely in line with his usual strategy of staying away from trouble.

He doesn't do well with being trapped, not at all, and since he had precious little sanity left to begin with Ruby City is doing him no favors in that area whatsoever. ]

I am in Hell.

[bitterwolf]

[Leah falters for a moment when she is greeted outside by the sight of Alistair awaiting her.

The leech has beat her there.

Always bigger, better, faster, goddamn evil creatures with their marble skin and superpowers like something out of a Marvel comic and no imprinting to rule their lives...

Then her body is shifting and twisting in all kinds of unnatural ways, her clothes are bursting apart as the wolf's shape forces its way out.

Yes, she is in hell, too.]

[intheattic]

[ For almost seven hundred years he's avoided situations like these, continuously running away from fights and avoiding detection and staying alive even after the point where he couldn't even remember why he was doing it anymore.

What point and purpose is there in continuing his miserable existence and dragging his shattered self through the centuries with no end in sight, his body a walking tomb for the young man who died when the venom burned its way through his body and encased his shattered mind in glittering marble?

He will not run this time. Perhaps her teeth on his skin will make him feel something again. ]

[bitterwolf]

[She may be the smallest wolf of her pack, but Leah is still large enough to bite off a vampire's head with one clean snap of her jaw. If she can get him.

Brute force might not take a single, lonely shape-shifter far against an experienced vampire, but in her anger-driven mind Leah is determined to try. With the enemy's smell overwhelmingly strong to her wolf nose and no Alpha to restrain her or pack mind to ground her, there is nothing holding back all that unbridled rage.

She leaps straight for the vampire, determined to simply tear him apart where he stands. If he runs? All the better, she may not be the strongest wolf but she is the fastest.]

[intheattic]

[ As she comes for him, he quickly realises that this was a rather bad idea, and one he would never have considered under normal circumstances. He doesn't really know if he wants to live, but he is certain that he doesn't want to die so that sort of settles the debate in any case since there aren't all that many options that lie in between.

Strong hands reach out for the wolf to prevent her jaws from closing around his throat, and he tries to grab her and fling her aside so that perhaps he can get a bit of a head start. Running has suddenly become a much more appealing option once more.

What the hell had he been thinking?

Note to self, in moments of utter idiocy, stay away from giant wolves with the ability to bite through your sparklemarble skin. ]

Run, Alistair, run xD

[bitterwolf]

[That's a good plan, sparklepire. Too bad Leah sucks at notes to self, or else she might realize that taking on a vampire by her lonesome isn't the best way to maintain a glossy fur coat.

She smashes back first into a wall with the cracking sound of bones breaking. Leah howls in fury and pain. It takes her a moment to work through the blinding pain and get back onto her paws, just long enough for Alistair to get something of a head start.

Just enough to make it interesting.

The wolf throws back her head and howls, calling for a pack that isn't going to respond. Then she is off, bounding after her prey with surprising agility for a creature as large as her. But she isn't as fast as the fastest wolf of her pack should be, not with something broken, though she can't say exactly what. Her entire back explodes in agony with every step. This is why wolves don't hunt alone, crosses her mind before she shoves the thought away.

It is frustrated fury as much as duty that has her put all her strength into doggedly keeping moving, that has her snarling.]