test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[bluh]

[ ]

[arresting]

One: bending is not a party trick.

[Lin turns from dispatching the group barring her way and sends a wire whip shooting dangerously close over his shoulder and through the skulls of a couple of shambling skulls behind him.]

Two: no. I don't. Do you ever run out of absurd questions?

[bluh]

Wait -- so you're comparing me to Jake now?

Oh, hold on, I can do this: [ COUGH ] you're jiving me, Rox. He might be one of 'em does, but I'm no meatball. Not when I'm already the bomb-diggity. Iggity. Eh.

You're swooning, I can tell.

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[roxx]

[ WHO IS THIS GUY ]

But, see, that's totes the thing. You look awfully familiar.

[roxx]

Do you have a name or are you just trying to pull the Jake thing off?

[bluh]

Uhhhh. John Egbert? Is this a trick question?

[ 'course he already went through the whole "WAKE UP IN STRANGE LAND. PROCEED TO BE TOLD YOU AREN'T REAL." shebang, but who knows about Roxy. She's a lost case. ]

sarah walker ; chuck

[froyoho]

Date Masamune | Sengoku Basara: Samurai Kings

[number_one]

brienne of tarth | asoiaf

[upheld]

ianto jones | torchwood

[likesavantgarde]

[risks]

[ ok so they are sharing a bunk during a zombie apocalypse. this is super comfy and not at all nerve-fraying in any way, shape, or form. they've both dealt with plenty, haven't they?

elena still can't sleep. every creak, every scuttle of sound outside -- ]

Caroline? You awake? [ her voice is so, so much more put together and unafraid than she feels. ]

Aqua | Kingdom Hearts

[brightcrest]

lara croft | tomb raider

[raiding]

[risks]

[ hi, this is elena gilbert. this is going to be the best introduction: while sam has his back turned to face off a few zombies and elena's been sequestered to hide against a shed, she picks up a stray shovel, clearly scared out of her wits, and gives a shambling rotbag heading right towards them both a nasty uppercut.

she's never quite seen a human's - or an anything's - head snap back like that. although she's seen plenty of snapped necks. and the thing takes a grotesque moment to gurgle out a moan and keep coming too.

so she shovel slaps it across the face again. ]

Lucas | Pokémon Platinum

[fortitudo]

[coy]

[caroline's next to her, having the same problem that elena is except multiplied by vampire-ness.] I can't sleep.

[risks]

[ this is weird. it's a lot weird. they're fictional. okay. how to be polite and not awkward about this? elena's not sure there is a way. but she'll try to find it. ] So. Deputy U.S. Marshal in real life too, now? [ she gestures to his badge that is... somewhere visible. ]

[risks]

[ thank god. not thank god, but thank god she's not alone with her insomnia. the sheets rustle and the bed whines slightly as elena turns towards caroline in the dark. she should say something. something comforting.

somehow, she can't manage it for a dragging silence. she's moved past "it's going to be okay" and "how is any of this possible?" quickly today. now her words dissolve into a soft, weighted exhale.

she reaches out blindly to touch caroline's arm. ] We'll get through this.

[shooteverything]

Nill!

[ HE'S COMIN' FOR YOU. who knows where he got that gun, but he's definitely been making use of it. it's quiet enough for the moment, but there's already blood everywhere. ]

[coy]

I know. [she says it in a small voice, her arm moving to wrap around her friend.] We're going to be okay. [elena doesn't need to be the one who has to be strong, caroline can do it too.]

[hydrostatic]

[ Fictional? Please. If she's going to let a silly revelation like real and not real get her down, especially when the people bringing them here are clearly up to something, then what kind of Avatar is she? Spoilers: not a good one. It was with that in mind that she'd set off to find answers, but now...

Well, dealing with these things wasn't as easy as she thought. For all the rotting and the creepy and the groaning, they used to be people, and she's not so sure she can bring herself to kill one, even in self defense. Aang managed to deal with Fire Lord Ozai without killing him, and he was way more dangerous! So, for the most part it's been a matter of avoid and defend, using her powers to fend away rather than kill. Could they lock them up somewhere? Keep them away from normal people without having to kill them?

Thankfully, seeing another member of Team Avatar 2.0 stops this line of thought, the relief plain as day on her face.] Asami! Oh man, you've got no idea how glad I am to see yo- [Oops, hold that thought, hiding sounds like a good idea right now! She follows her lead without any hesitation, silent as the grave as she tries to peer around the corner. Please don't be a zombie, please don't be a zombie...!]

[risks]

[ she smiles, barely. maybe caroline can see it in the shadows the way elena can't. still, she squeezes the arm beneath her fingers gently in answer as well. "okay" has always been relative with her, with them too; why should that change too, just because everything else has been ripped apart and flipped on its head? ] We always are. [ it's said sadly, but with strength of plenty conviction. ]

[coy]

[their version of okay is not really anyone else's version of okay. okay means they're alive, surviving, breathing (sort of).] Always. [caroline sighs softly, her heart aching for those who aren't okay, that didn't make it, that are lost to whatever this thing is. she's going to fight to make sure elena never feels that way.]

[consultmybooks]

[Seal the roof, take out the ladder, and presto! Temporary zombie haven.

Giles currently has a shotgun disassembled all around the roof and is carefully putting it through some much needed maintenance. He's had little enough luck finding ammunition, it would be just perfect for the gun to break down beyond his ability to repair.

Moans, groans, and scratching sounds drift up to the two of them from down below, but it will take a while before they stumble and shamble their way through the blockade on the skylight.

Idly, as though they haven't just run away from a small battalion of the walking dead:]

Found a place to stay yet?

Rupert Giles - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[consultmybooks]

[So it wasn't exactly a nice rescue. But, having just been yanked out of the jaws of a hungry, shambling monster by a heavy metal cord around his wrist, Giles isn't complaining. He's just going to try and stumble back to his feet, shaking his head to clear it and, almost as an afterthought, trying to get the cord off.]