rubycity_ooc | July Test Drive!

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: 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. Bad 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

A rather large man suddenly sat down at the table next to his. Well, "sat" is a little kind a term for it. It was more like he flopped, just dropping loudly into the seat like someone just dumped him there out of a laundry basket. He cracked open a beer as he kicked back, propping his legs up on the table.

"Tea, huh?" he said, idly glancing over at the other blonde man, "Never saw that point of it, myself. What do you enjoy about it?"

For some strange reason this man reminds him of Cain. Abel can't place it but it might be the 'I own this' attitude and the question. At least it's more thoughtful than something his fighter would say, that's a plus.

It doesn't impress him enough to keep his expression schooled when there are suddenly boots on the table. (Asshole).

"It's calming, doesn't need anything to taste good and is actually good for you." Not that he was so much a health nut, but when it tasted good and coincidentally was good for him, he couldn't complain. And since they were playing twenty questions... "What do you enjoy about putting your feet all over the table?"

"My feet hurt," he shrugged, shifting his legs to a nearby, unoccupied chair, "Is that better? Do your delicate sensibilities hurt less, now?"

There was a bit of an asshole grin on his face at that, but it softened quickly enough. He turned the chair to face him, before taking another sip of his drink.

"Hey, beer is pretty good for you. It sterilizes your insides perfectly."

Abel almost resorts to a pout, but. He's more mature than that. Instead Cody gets a glare. "I didn't know it was delicate to not want someones dirty shoes near my food." Or in this case, tea. He hadn't gotten around to ordering anything else yet, but he was sure to, as soon as he'd gotten over the taste of fresh brewed tea. He might just eat any sweets away from public eye because it might get embarrassing.

"And pickles them." Not that he had anything against alcohol, just, he was smart enough to know that it wasn't exactly good for you. "Everything in moderation though, I suppose."

"See, there's the rub. Nothin' is fun in moderation. Alcohol, fighting, it's all best in heavy amounts."

Okay, definitely a lot like Cain.

"You know, I know a guy who thinks a lot like you." Definitely not Abel, but. It makes it easier to deal with. Understand, though? Not so much.

"Oh? He a good fighter? I wouldn't mind meetin' a few of those. I'm the type who likes to get the energy out physically, you know?"

He takes a moment to look over his own hands, noting the aged bandages wrapped around his knuckles.

"Though sometimes I punch things I shouldn't."

Abel ducks a smile and glances up at his tablemate, nodding. "Mm, that sounds familiar." But of course, innuendo is the only way of going about this, out of habit.

"I'm sure the beer helps make those decisions for you."

"Name's Cody, new guy in town...well, whatever you'd call this. A little beat up to call a proper town, I think. Needs a little work," he says, yawning and pounding down a bit more of his alcohol. He soon empties it, grumbling into the empty can before tossing it into a nearby bin.

"Not all bad, I guess. Certainly lived in worse places. What about you? Where are you from?"

"It's different from what I was used to...but I haven't been planet side in months, so. I can't complain." Abel can at least say that he appreciates that Cody doesn't litter. He's not sure he can say the same for Cain.

"I've got a nice place back home...a motor bike, white walls and a cushy bed but...space has been home for a while. The front lines probably never looked so beautiful."

"...Space, huh? Well, that's different. Last I checked, we were still explorin' that place. Can't keep people out there for every long."

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