RC Test Drive!

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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:

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

[bitterwolf]

[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.

[jondrette]

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.]

[bitterwolf]

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.

[jondrette]

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.

[bitterwolf]

[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.

[jondrette]

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?

[bitterwolf]

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.]

[jondrette]

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.

[bitterwolf]

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.

[jondrette]

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.

[bitterwolf]

[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.

[jondrette]

[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.

[bitterwolf]

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?

[jondrette]

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.]

[bitterwolf]

[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?

[jondrette]

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.

[bitterwolf]

So then it is all for the best... how ironic. [But she finally has blessed silence in her mind when she phases into the wolf and when she is human, no Sam gushing over Emily to deepen the pain. She can put up with irony for that.]

I don't think life in this place will be so bad... As long as there are no people like Sam and his friends here. [Speak, no werewolves. Or other supernatural creatures. Miserable French girls, on the other hand, are perfectly welcome.] I would rather handle the danger I've been warned off than deal with the people at home.

[jondrette]

It is, isn't it? [She laughs darkly.]

I don't know your Sam, so I cannot say for certain. But for your sake, I hope there are not. I have people from home here, which is both good and bad. They only briefly knew of me. Or knew me in passing.

[bitterwolf]

You're lucky then. [She shudders. The pack mind...] They know me well. Better than I would have ever wanted them to... and I know them just as well. It would be best if I never saw any of them again... except for... [Leah pales as the realization sinks in.] Oh my God, Seth.

[jondrette]

Perhaps. These men are the same that I now live with. I can forgive m'sieur Prouvaire and Grantaire for not knowing my name. But M'sieur Monster, never. One should always remember the name of the first to fall in their stupid revolution.

[She pauses, furrowing her brow and looking over at Leah.] Seth?

[bitterwolf]

[M'sieur Monster? Well, Leah is intrigued... Right now she is too caught up in her own shocked grief, though.]

Seth is my brother... my little brother. He's just turned 15. He should be worrying about school and girls not about... [She shakes her head sharply.] Never mind. I should be watching out for him. Nobody else will do a proper job. Even though they know his name, at least. What kind of idiots have you been wasting your time on?

[jondrette]

Oh, madamoiselle Leah! [She extends a hand towards her, across the table.] You'll find him again. I'd hardly been here ten minutes when I heard news of my own brother-- he was 12. He fell, too. But yours is alive and well. Be thankful for that.

[She swallows thickly.] I did not know them before.

[bitterwolf]

Holy... [Leah gives Eponine's hand a squeeze.] Here I'm complaining about being separated from my brother and yours, he's dead? [She frowns.] Wait, you said he fell, too. In that same revolution that got you killed? [Leah's grip on Eponine's hand tightens in her anger, becoming downright painful for a moment as she forgets her strength. She catches herself in time before she can do any damage and quickly hides her hand under the table.] He was 12! Who lets a 12 year old fight in a war? Not even Sam would do that!

[jondrette]

[Eponine grits her teeth, refusing to show any sign of pain on her face, but Leah's grip is far stronger than even Montparnasse's. Still, she tries, nodding solemnly and returning her own hand to her lap when Leah releases hers.]

M'sieur Monster would. He said there was nothing he could do to keep him away-- but he did not try hard enough. They tried to keep him away, as I lay dying. But I was told he saw. He should have known better... They all should have. [She swallows. Speaking of Gavroche is hard.] He went to get bullets from the street.

[bitterwolf]

A little boy's got no place being on a battlefield! [Leah's scowl has turned downright thunderous. Oh, she is sorry for Eponine and her loss, but it's thinking of Seth that makes it so upsetting. This is each and every one of her own fears coming true, but at least Seth is three years older and a nearly indestructible werewolf.] Not being able to keep him away... That's no excuse! What kind of grown-up man can't send a boy home when it's a matter of life or death? Mom would have locked us up at home if we'd tried that! Children don't know better, they think they're indestructible. Especially when they're teenage boys.

[Little does she know, of course, that soon enough her pack back home will include werewolves just a year older than Gavroche.]