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Test Drive meme

THE TEST-DRIVE MEME!

1. Using a journal of a character you've considered apping in Ruby City, post a comment as if they're already in the game! It can be audio/video, accidental/on purpose, intro/been there for ages.

2. Tag around with others--potential characters or characters who are already in the game--to see how well they fit.

3. Get a better idea of how well they'd work out in Ruby City, and app or not app accordingly!

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[It takes a while for her to respond. A long while. Once it's up, she just straightens a bit and turns to him lazily, giving a look that... doesn't really say anything. Her expression is blank, and her eyes seem to be sucking in any light that touches them without giving anything out.]

Am I? [She means this as a serious question, as if he'll know the answer better than she herself does.]

[Feliciano watches her with wide, wide eyes, quite unable to figure out what he should be thinking about this odd girl, never mind how he should respond.

He stares at her, mouth wide open.] Aren't you? You look lost to me!

[She takes a second to think about this... then gives a noncommital shrug.]

I guess.

[Feliciano blows up his cheeks as he regards the girl thoughtfully.]

You don't talk a lot, do you? But that's alright, I can talk enough for both of us!

[She seems to interest her, although it doesn't know up on her face by much. A slight raise of her eyebrows, and maybe her eyes have opened a bit more.]

Does that mean you'll be able to say what I'm thinking? Are you a mind-reader?

[His mouth opens and closes again without a word coming out.]

I... Ve... I can't say what you're thinking.

[He gazes hopefully at her.] But you could tell me what you're thinking!

[She looks vaguely disappointed. And when asked to speak, she closes her eyes and lets a sort of awkward silence set in instead. After several minutes...]

I don't think the words will come out right. I'm... is there a word for being bad at remembering the right word when you need it? [All of her speech is very slow, as if she's working carefully to say exactly the right things. And unlike a normal person, she doesn't make any sound while gathering her thoughts; she just pauses randomly, and stares at nothing.]

[Feli coos sadly, realizing that he has said something wrong, but unable to figure out how to fix the situation. There is nothing to do but keep going and hope she won't get more upset with him. He sighs, he hates awkward long silences, they are like torture.]

I don't know if there is a special word for it. Maybe there is, but I'm not good with words, either. I always say the wrong things or say I too much or say it at the wrong time.

[Little does he know he hasn't particularly said anything wrong, just a few disappointing things. And now he's said something that makes her eyes brighten a bit.]

Mm, me too. I wonder if there's a word for it that neither of us know. [Her eyes slowly slide to the side, a movement that's only noticeable if he's really paying close attention. And once again... silence.]

Are you an artist? [The seemingly random question definitely demands an answer; even though her eyes have dropped half-shut, she's watching him rather carefully. More that looking inside him, actually.]

[He isn't paying such close attention as to notice the slide of her eyes, though he is paying quite close attention. Why, you could call it staring if you were inclined to do so, though he is trying his hardest not to stare. There is something... Well, there is just something odd about her arms. He gets closer, tilting his head to the side as he keeps trying to stare in the most stealthy manner possible. It's just a matter of time until he throws all feeble attempts at tact out of the window and just starts interrogating her.]

Ve? [Oh, nowhe had been so busy staring that he had forgotten to respond.] Oh, I'm sure there is a word for it! Germany would know, he's smart. Mister Austria would know it, too. I will ask him the next time I see him! He is a musician and he is very smart, too.

I'm a painter. [He giggles, enjoying his little insider joke.] A Renaissance painter!

[She shrugs passively. At least she's enough of a slacker to not know that those are countries.] We'll learn it some time along.

[She gains a lazy but genuine smile at this.] I'm a painter, too. Maybe it's just something that happens to artists after a while. [She tilts her head to the side.] What makes someone an artist, anyway?

[He coos gently as a matching smile tugs his lips upwards.] Ve... I wouldn't know... I'm not smart like that. I would rather think about why they say that a four-leaf clover is lucky or why kittens mew. But we can think about what makes someone an artist, too! Maybe we can find an answer together.

[While they are on the topic of questions, he just can't help himself anymore.] Why are you hiding your arms?

You give weirder answers than Sensei does. [This gains a bit of broadening in her smile, although the half-open eyes make her look a bit stoned like that.] Maybe artists are artists because they say funny things a lot.

[The question gains him a non-commital shrug, but no response. Maybe she's spacing out again. As is her voice sounds more like she's talking to herself than to him.]

[He pouts, he doesn't like being ignored, it is mean. Feliciano puffs up his cheeks and exhales slowly. His new friend is hard to talk to, just like Temper and Loki, though she isn't as mean as them. Why does he have to try to make friends with such difficult people? Well, persistence usually gets some response from Temper...]

Maybe they are! Or maybe artists are people who see the world with different eyes. They see things that other people don't notice because they are too busy rushing through their lives. They wouldn't notice the kitten or the clover at all. [A heartbeat of pause.] And you didn't tell me yet why your arms are weird.

It must be sad if you can't see things like kittens and clovers. [She pauses, and then waves her arm-stumps experimentally. An expression crosses her face that seems rather offended, although the term is used loosely.] It's not important. They're just not there.

[Oh wait, what's that? He stares at her sleeves, having forgotten all about his attempt to be discreet. They are suspiciously empty. Just flopping about in a way which doesn't look like she is hiding her hands in her sleeves, now that he thinks about it.]

You have no arms! [Whoops. So maybe such a loud, triumphant exclamation wasn't completely appropriate. Feliciano's cheeks turn pink.] How do you paint without hands?

[Her lazy smile returns. Brutal honesty is a good trait.]

I use my feet. [She says this as if it's completely obvious.] If you give me something to draw with, I can show you.

Your feet! [He tilts his head to the left and stares at her face, then at her feet. Nope. He isn't buying it. Who does she take him for, a gullible person?

Feliciano rummages around in the pocket of his coat, unburying after some searching a sketchpad and a pencil. He offers the pencil to her, then just holds out his hand awkwardly when he realizes she has no hand to take it with.]

Here... you...? Ve!

[She doesn't seem to notice the awkwardness of this, or chooses to ignore it. Instead she just nods toward the ground, and seems to address it instead of Feli.] You'll have to drop it so I can use it. Unless you want to hold it up for me while I sit, but that won't be as comfortable for either of us.

Oh! [He crouches down and places the pencil on the ground in front of her feet, the open sketchbook next to it.

Feli goes back to unabashed staring once that is done.] I have never seen anyone draw with their feet!

[This time she doesn't respond at all. She just quietly picks up the pencil between her right foot's toes, and places her left foot on the edge of the sketchbook to balance herself and hold the paper. Her lines are precise and methodical, just like any person drawing with their hands, and it's clear she's had years of practice despite her young age. Before long, a rough sketch of Feli's face is becoming more and more clean and detailed by the second. Her only problem seems to be that erasing means putting the pencil down, twisting around and picking it up from the opposite angle, and then repeating it to start drawing again.]

[Feli watches her, at first with confused amusement, but that changes as she keeps drawing. There is true artistic talent in her pencil strokes and as he watches in fascination, he forgets for a while that she isn't even using her hand. Feliciano remains uncharacteristically silent, just watching Rin work is enough to keep him occupied.

He speaks up only when she is done.] Ve... it's me! It looks just like me... [He smiles at her.] You're a good artist! I've never seen anyone do what you do!

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Woah, it told me I lost my post but I hadn't. o_O

DW is trolling you again.

Goddamnit.

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