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RC Test Drive!

I don't really have a fitting picture for this.

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:

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Scenarios

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.

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.

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

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

Have fun, guys!

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[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.

[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.

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!

[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.

[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.

[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.

Oui. My father is quite the wolf. He stalks the streets and shadows with his pack. He is a terrible man, and I am his daughter.

[She has to consider this for a moment, and nods.] A fox! Perhaps! I have been told I am an osprey before. But you have a good idea of me, madamoiselle Leah, and you've known me for all of five minutes.

[Leah sends another toothy smile her way.] That's funny. Most people I know would tell you I'm too self-involved to be a good judge of character.

[Which she might be, she has never thought about it. In truth, it's less that she can't read people as that she simply doesn't care to look at things from the other person's point of view. But that's neither here nor there, she will certainly recognize someone who reminds her of herself, though.]

Some would undoubtedly say that of me, if they spared me a second thought. If anything they notice me and move on, forgetting I existed. I do not even believe my parents care that I'm gone now. They must have come across my body.

[She's preoccupied with death, and for every good reason. She'd welcomed death, learned to live with it side by side. And now she was here, still living, despite feeling the last breath leave her body.]

[Pain flickers over Leah's face before she forces the scowl to return. She laughs harshly.]

Yeah, well, I doubt anyone's going to care that I'm one either. [She pauses for a moment, then laughs again, louder and even more bitter.] No, that's unfair to them. They care. They're going to celebrate that they're rid off me. [Sharp eyes meet Eponine's.] Be glad to be forgotten and overlooked.

Hush. [Eponine tells her sternly.] There are those that will miss you. They will cry to find you gone. All those who would mourn me died not long after I did.

You are lovely, and you will be missed. [More so, she wished someone would say the same thing to her.]

Well... [Leah lowers her eyes in shame as she thinks of her mother, losing her daughter so soon after her husband. Of Seth, who is in this awkward teenage boy phase when older sisters suck, yet is too young to be standing at another grave.] Maybe there are some who would mourn for me.

[She falls silent for a moment as she regards Eponine.] I'm sure you will be missed, too. At least one person... There must be at least one person who will mourn for you.

If I knew you in your own time and place, I would mourn for you.

[The moment was supposed to be sweet and tender between the two women, but Eponine breaks it with a sharp laugh.] No. Not a one. My father and mother no longer harbor any love for me. My brother is dead. My sister never cared. Montparnasse will find another girl. Perhaps Marius did. But he does not love me.

[Leah's fine with that, she has forgotten how to handle sweet and tender. Sharpness is safer anyway.]

That's it with men. They never do... or not enough. [Projecting? Oh yes, but see if she cares.] At least you won't be there to watch them love others.

I was. I wanted him to love no one else but me. And he never saw me there. [So she went to the barricade. So she died.]

Was that how it was with you?

It was. [She grimaces.] Once he'd fallen for my cousin he didn't see any more than your man did. [Leah frowns, feeling herself still somewhat reluctant. It wasn't fair to portray Sam as a horny dog, it wasn't like he had been given a choice, but she couldn't explain that without explaining werewolves.]

Your cousin... [She shakes her head sadly.] Marius fell for my family's former ward.

I'm so sorry, Leah. It's a terrible, terrible thing. And it hurts in terrible ways.

It does. [She sighs, suddenly craving another drink, not that it would do much for her. Blasted shapeshifter metabolism... and she can't get drunk anyway, there's no saying what damage a drunk werewolf might do.] It hurt... but you can't let it show. If you cry you let them know they're winning.

I never cry. [Well, no, she did cry, but only in the rain when no one could see.] that way, no one wins but me.

[Well, she hates to admit it, but she can't help liking the woman.

Leah gives a sharp nod.] That's the spirit. If fate's a bitch you have to be the meaner, nastier bitch.

I'd rather be hated than pitied.

[Bitter ladies spurned by love. Of course they get along. Just wait till Marius shows up.]

I just follow my nature. [Which is to be spiteful and cruel.]

Pity is the worst thing you can feel towards someone. Other than indifference. I'm not someone to be pitied. I don't want it, or charity.

Charity...! [Leah grimaces in disgust.] Don't I know it. They'll give you the scraps and expect you to be grateful for it. [Like Emily, inviting her to her wedding, asking her to be her bridesmaid, as if they could be best friends again. Her hands clench around the tabletop.] ...and then every now and then you're so dumb and go along with it because you're tired of being at war with everyone. You just want to... But it doesn't make it better, does it?

No, it makes it worse. Because you suffer in silence, and you can't dare to show it. Because you don't want to be seen as weak or to hurt them, even if, at the same time, that's all you want. To see them suffer as you're suffering. But you'd do anything for them, just for a glance. For a kind word. Because without them... You have no hope. [She sighs, closing her eyes as she reaches for her own drink.]

[She frowns slightly when Eponine's words cease to match up with her own situation, yet the similarities suffice to make all the hurts ache keenly again. At the same time, they are soothed. She's talked to others, to her mother and friends, but none of them knew her hurt like Eponine did.] No hope... and yet all I ever wanted was to get away, for I know that I want nothing more than for him to look at me again like he used to. Like he looks at her now. [Leah laughs sharply.] But I can't have that and I didn't want to torture myself anymore. I would have given anything to leave it all behind. Being kidnapped is the best thing that ever happened to me. Pathetic, isn't it?

You're lucky, mademoiselle! That your man looked at you at all! Marius saw me, but not as I saw him. He found his love and had me bring him to her. I never knew what it was like to be loved. To hear his words of adoration directed at me! [She laughs again, shaking her head.]

My death was the best thing that ever happened to me. And that is what brought me here. So I suppose it is the same.

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