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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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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.]

Our mother did not care about him. [She only cared about her daughters, and even then, her care was fleeting.] He did not live with us, and it was best for him. I told Enjolras he was wrong. He should have done something, anything! He was not fit to lead a revolution, let alone be someone that Gavroche looked up to.

[She hangs her head, taking a deep sip of her drink.] He was the only member of my family I truly cared about.

[Leah clears her throat, feeling suddenly quite at a loss how to respond. She used to be reasonably good at comforting people, but that had been before. She reaches out to awkwardly pat Eponine's shoulder, then pulls back her hand quickly, unduly embarrassed by the gesture.] He was lucky to have a sister like you.

But boys will be boys, they listen to the wrong people. What was he like?

[She gives Leah a soft smile, her eyes almost misty.] Thank you, madamoiselle Leah. I wish I could have done more for him.

Gavroche-- spirited and free. He lived on his own so young, but would come back to visit. My mother never cared for him the way she cared for me and Azelma. But he was kind to everyone, a proper gentleman. Smart as a whip, bright and handsome. Everyone called him Little Gavroche, and he seemed to always be singing-- he died singing, they said. Just like him. [She shakes her head, laughing quietly.] He was a little man, in a child's body. I was proud to have him as a brother. Still am.

Eponine...

[It's rare for Leah to be moved to tears, she was never the kind of girls who cried over sad movies and pain would just make her furious, yet it would take a colder heart than she possesses not to be moved by Eponine's love for her brother.

She stands up, walks around the little table and awkwardly enfolds her new friend in an one-armed hug.] You can be proud of him. Very proud. He was one of a kind.

[Eponine becomes tense in Leah's attempted hug, her shoulders tight, unsure of what to do or where to put them. This sort of thing she isn't used to. She and Grantaire are physical, but her relationship with Grantaire was of the curious sort.

She nods, appreciatively.] Merci, Leah. You would have loved him.

[She is almost relieved by Eponine's discomfort. At least she isn't the only woman here who hardly knows what to do with hugs and outpourings of emotions.

She pulls away and returns to her seat with an awkward chuckle.]

I'm sure I would have loved him. He reminds me of my own little brother. I think they would have been friends. But... isn't there a chance you will see him again in this city? You were dead as well.

I hope, [She explains.] To see him again-- to be the sister he deserves would be a wonder. I should apologize to him, for him having to see me pass. For not being there for him as much as I should have. He did not live with us, but he came and went as he pleased.

Your brother may join us yet, too.

See? It might be a marvel yet, this place. A second chance to start over! With your family, even, and to make better choices. But wait a moment...

[What the hell, she darts away for a moment to grab the entire bottle of whiskey. When she returns, she pours them both another glass.]

We should at least get to drink to the deceased. As for my brother, though? I'd rather he stay where he is. He's happy and relatively safe where he is. This is a cage, he doesn't deserve to have more of his life stolen from him.

No, not with my family. Just Gavroche. [She did not miss her mother or her father or even her sister. Her family had no love for her, not anymore. They were all consumed with greed. Though, she had to wonder what would have happened, when they found her body, and Gavroche's. Would they mourn? Would anybody?

No. No they would not.

She grabs the glass of whiskey as though she's dying of thirst.] Then I hope he stays wherever he is, too. A drink to the deceased. [She raises her glass.]

I can drink to that. To the deceased!

[Leah raises her glass as well and clinks it with Éponine's.

She takes note of her friend excluding her family from the list of people she wants to see again, yet decides after a moment not to inquire. They've told another a lot for a first meeting, she wouldn't be surprised if it's more than they ever shared with a stranger. Better not to be pushing her luck.]

And let's drink to the living as well. To all those we left behind...

[At the clink, she takes a deep drink before already moving to pour herself more whiskey. It's true, she tends not to share this sort of thing with people. Then again, she also was the sort to completely open up for no reason at all. Middle ground was not something that she often experienced.]

To the living, then. [She fills up Leah's glass as well.] To your brother, to my Marius, perhaps even your Sam, too.

[Leah thinks about that with a grimace, then chuckles darkly.] Might as well... To Sam and Emily, may they be forever happy... far, far away from me! But now we have to drink to that girl your man is drooling about, too. [She flashes Eponine a toothy grin.] Fair's fair... and either way, it'll get us another glass of whiskey.

[She pours them both another tall glass.] Fine. To Cosette. Our floors were never cleaner than when she was around, the water always fresh. And to the woolen petticoat her mother bought for her! It kept me warm all winter long. [She chuckles darkly and slams the whole glass back before all but throwing it on the table.]

[Leah raises both eyebrows, a bit befuddled by so much old resentment.] ...and here I thought you wouldn't have held a grudge against the girl until your man lost his wits around her.

I've known her since I was three, Leah. [She says darkly.] She meant nothing to me. And now she's his everything! [More whiskey.]

I've known Emily all my life, too. She's my cousin. Did I tell you yet that she's my cousin? [It's all becoming a bit fuzzy.] She was my best friend, too. Whenever she visited us during school vacations we would go fishing together with... Dad. [Well, now if that isn't a sobering memory. The loss that pains her even more than losing Sam's love and Emily's friendship. Leah's face turns expressionless and she quickly downs another glass of whiskey.]

[Eponine leans forward, pouring them each another glass.] Are things difficult with your father, too, mademoiselle Leah?

At least you had happy memories with her. Cosette was nothing. She was taken from us and that was the last time I remember being truly happy. Until Marius.

No, they aren't difficult. [She snatches up the glass, but doesn't drink, merely clings to it.] He's dead. I killed him.

[How do you respond to that? Simple: with another drink.] I often wish mine was dead. How lucky you are.

Don't you dare! [Still clinging to that glass if it were her lifeline, but it's showing cracks now.] There's nothing lucky about it. Don't talk about things you know nothing about.

[the glass is cracking. Eponine looks at it curiously, more interested in that then Leah's anger.] Non! I do mean it! He's a terrible man, who drove me to this. [She indicates herself.] He hurt me in ways you cannot imagine. I was nothing to him but a way to get money. Because of him we starved. It would be better if he were dead.

But my father wasn't like that! He was the best... [Leah's voice cracks, but she's angry and determined and desperate to make Eponine understand.] ...the best man I've ever known. He was the best father Seth and I could have asked for. He was a great father and husband. He taught me how to fish and to shoot and after that time I was fourteen when some guy had tried to sell me meth he taught me how to break a man's nose. And then... [She angrily wipes at the tears burning in her eyes. She can't let them fall, not where someone can see it. Leah stands up abruptly.]/small> And then I got him killed. Thanks, but I guess I'm done for tonight.

Leah! [Eponine reaches out and grabs her arm.] Then you are a lucky woman. My father was like that to me, once. But Cosette was taken and we lost everything we had and he turned cold and sour. You are lucky it never came to that, and to have a father as good as gold in your life. I am sorry that happened to you. To him. You do not deserve it.

[It takes all she has not to tear her arm out of Eponine's grasp or simply give in to the wolf ready to burst out, but she resists with all her strength. She won't repeat Sam's mistake, she refuses to give Eponine scars to match Emily's for an unknowingly callous remark about the lost father.

Her breathing keeps coming fast and heavy as she tries to focus on Eponine's words. When her friend is done she nods sharply.]</small I am. lucky. You're sorry. I believe you. But I have to...

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