drybones | test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

___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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[It's a little surreal, hearing Tommy speak at a normal rate. Then again, there's nothing about this that isn't surreal. Being powerless. Being in a world full of zombies. Being, apparently, fictional.

Billy draws his hand back slowly, staring down at his own soup for a moment before he grabs the spoon. He doesn't speak for a while, letting them both eat in silence. It's hard, finding the words to fill the void, with so much sitting on their shoulders now.]

If I'd known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have slept through all those zombie movies Teddy brought over.

[It's said with a weak, falsely-humourous tone; it hasn't been that long and he's already missing that protective presence over his shoulder.]

[ Thor just gave a mild nod, and said nothing. His thoughts were on similar topics. The idea that he was not alone after all was enough to sober him up. The rage of battle was fading, and for the first time its absence did not leave him in crushing depression. This left his mind clear enough to see the reality before them. He actually needed to do something about survival. In such a state, he would grow weak in far less time than he would like.

He glanced over at Loki to say something, but he caught the way that his brother was staring at his bicep. He lifted his arm to look at himself, rather perplexed by the look. ]

Is something wrong?

[Castiel watches Sam for a moment.]

I believe it has been the same length of time.

[Pause. Castiel reaches forward and touches his fingers to Sam's forehead. There is some healing, but it's minimal. He frowns.]

[ Thor complies without word. The wound in his arm was shallow and did nothing to slow him down. And even if he was without his hammer, he did not seemed dragged down in the least.

His fist plowed into the face of the nearest one. The next was taken out by grabbing its rotted shirt and slamming his forehead into its face. He swung the thing hard, knocking two more down. But they were still alive. His boot came down hard on one, his fist driving hard into the head of the other.

He glanced back to make sure Steve was still with him before slamming his fist into the midsection of another. He slammed its head down onto his knee with enough force to split its skull and drop it to the ground. ]

You are the first I have seen.

[ He watches Barton, something in his words having struck him as odd. He tries to figure it out on his own, but comes up with absolutely nothing. The zombies comment. He had no context for this, having rather missed out on the finer details of human culture.

That, and the reading upon waking had not exactly stayed with him. ]

Zombies? You are familiar with these...creatures?

[ OH HEINE.

YOU SWEET KNIGHT.

SO BRAVE. but, no, really; while the mounting fear and terror in her chest is not completely assuaged at the sight of him, they're tampered. she can stop focusing on the splattering of blood and gore on the ground, and on him instead. he'd protect her; has before, and why would he run for her if he didn't mean to take her someplace safe again?

it had happened last time. running for him had worked last time, too. and now was as good a time as to try so again. ]

[ s-sometimes she had trouble sleeping at night, okay! plus it got really interesting somewhere there in the middle, getting to read about all those fights she only heard about, okay!

anyway, the look she gives him is just a bit shy of "are you serious?" because of course it's about you, though she supposes he still doesn't know about that, having not read their canon and everything. --not that she's complaining, or anything. ]

Don't make such hasty decisions yet, that's all I'm trying to say. There's still a chance we can both make it out okay. [ stop being such a negative nancy!

she presses her hands against his back, starting to direct him out of their makeshift hiding spot. ] Now hurry! Maybe I can make a distraction for us...

[ Those ears and those eyes. They're more than enough reason to stare - really, it's okay, Natasha, it's normal; normal humans stare at them all the time and she's usually not as bothered about it as the boys - but some part of her (a deep down, subconscious part) appreciates the slight kindness taken in not outwardly gawking. ]

[ It promotes a level of comfort between them, a I'm not a monsters, see? level of comfort. And it is probably why she offers her name up so readily when asked. ]

I'm Yukito. What's yours?

[ yeah, but she's only 5'3"! so he's still at least a foot taller than her, hmph. ]

P-Probably, yeah... [ even seated, he's still so large. she tries not to be intimidated - really, he's like kenpachi! except without an arm. oh, that's mean... ] This shouldn't hurt, anyway--

[ and out comes ayame and shun'ō, starting their healing... ]

[ The level of thought you accord to her comfort level is wonderful, Ryoki. Yes - yes, tell her it's not your blood when she clearly remembers you being stabbed; allow her to think that, hope that maybe (just maybe) none of that really happened, and he never was stabbed. Yes...yes, let's pretend. And face the rest of those problems later. ]

[ After all, the ones at home - they were only fictional, right? ]

[ She worried her lower lip with her teeth none too gently, and her hands clutched at the ragged folds of her shirt, the jacket she only vaguely remembered being given when they had all come to her rescue. But as this place hadn't deemed it appropriate to clean him up, they hadn't deemed it appropriate to give her new clothes either. Yukito shivered, but she was quite sure that wasn't because of the cold. ]

...Yeah. [ She said after a moment, and let's all take a moment to appreciate that her voice didn't break. ] Yeah - yes, we do. Some place safe so we can get you cleaned up. Zombies are attracted to blood, right?

[ maybe if they get through this she can run him down the highlights or something... but does she even want him reading some of those scenes. mO_Om ]

If anyone's making a distraction, it's going to be me!

[ he reaches back to wrap an arm around her, for a second drawing her in close to him...

before pretty much lifting her up and throwing her in front of him. it's a good thing he knows how to handle people delicately huh. ] Just go, alright? [ if she plans to protest, he's going to hear none of it... since rather than stick around, he runs forward into the oncoming hordes. it's better than just waiting to get overwhelmed, right... ]

[ That awkward moment when you run head-on into someone while running from zombies? ]

[ ...Yeah. Yeah, that awkward moment where you run head-on into someone while running from zombies. It's a little like running into a wall; a very cushy wall, but a wall none the less. Arms fly out to catch her when she inevitably trips over her own feet trying to regain balance. These shoes are impractical, and her feet slip around inside of them. The skirts of her dress tangle around her knees and make it all the harder to scramble back up in a timely manner. ]

[Ryoki hadn't thought about any of it. He didn't believe that he was fictional either, and though that - whoever kidnapped them - was trying to find a way to mess with them. And the bull would not give them that, no.]

I'unno, I think so. [or probably just their smell. Ryoki regretted never watching zombie movies right now, because he found them to be so dumb and annoying.

He extends his hand so Yukito could take it] Come on, let's go. Let's find a house to hide.

[ Shiro was worrying. Worrying and, for all the simplification in the world, pacing. Of course, for her, pacing meant leaping onto things; houses, walls, buildings, walking to the edges of rooftops to stare off into the distance intensely. She was waiting for someone. Worrying for someone. Watching for someone. ]

[ And down here, walking on street level, she had yet to find him. She'd peered down many alleyways and inside open doors here and there, but all she'd found was rubble, emptiness and sometimes sick looking monsters that lifted their heads at her presence and tried to amble at her with outstretched hands. They were sort of gross, though. Their flesh fell off their arms and they didn't even have nice stitching to try to keep it in place. They hadn't been much of a problem, though, as none of them ran very fast. ]

[ This street was rather devoid of the creatures. But not, it would seem, of people. And while that question does not put her worrying at ease, it does present a clear line of conversation for her to follow. ]

Huh? The prison? [ And it's even easier to follow once she places him. Gloved hands reach for his arm with intentions of grasping, shaking imploringly while a sudden slew of questions spill out of her mouth. ] Have you seen Ganta? You are sort of his friend - where is Ganta?

[ She'd never watched them because they had been scary. But that seemed an insignificant fact now that it seemed they were immersed in one; pulled out of one "fantastical" world and shoved in another, a bad B-rated movie with already too much blood for her liking. ]

[ Nostrils flare ever so slightly in apprehension. They're to go hide, but what if something finds them and they can't run? They could run out here in the open. ]

[ Big eyes blink and gaze is averted, she looks over her should to hopefully quash the unpleasant feeling that someone - something - is creeping up behind her. He offers his hand, but what if she doesn't want to take it? What if the second she slips her hand into his, she'll get instantly as bloodied? ]

[ ...No. No, that was stupid. A stupid thought. What was a little blood between friends? ]

Do you think they'd be safe? The houses? There could be things in them, or people.

[ She laces her fingers with his. But purposefully doesn't look down at their hands once her gaze has returned to his. ]

[ uh n-no that's okay, he doesn't really need to know anyway i mean he's the main character! he knows all that he needs to know haha hahahahahahahahaaa...

anyway, there are more important things to consider right now, like the fact that she quite literally stopped breathing when he draws her close. that, coupled with the look he gives her (and the thought of certain not-so-secret love confessions!) does nothing to quell her racing heart either and, well, okay, in the middle of a zombie attack isn't the most romantic time but whatever she's flexible she can roll with this her eyes are already starting to close and-- ]

Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee--!!!

[ okay so it's no toss down from that phoenix gallows thing in soul society, but it still catches her off guard and gets her up in the air for longer than she would have liked. she stumbles once her feet touches the ground again, propelling her forward even farther. ]

K-Kurosaki-kun!!! [ wow if she didn't love you so much she'd be so infuriated! actually, no, wait, yeah she's still pretty angry because WOW THIS IS NOT PART OF THE PLAN??? how is she supposed to protect you with her shield if you run away like that?! well like hell she'll be listening to him either, so this is orihime, running right at your heels. ]

Kurosaki-kun, you need to work on your team work skills!

Natalie.

[ It's not actually a lie. She has a passport with the name Natalie on it. If you translate her real name from the Russian it can come out Natasha or Natalia; they're the same thing. They're the same person. She smiles at the girl with pointed ears, a tiny reassuring smile. Her American accent is flawless. ]

It's going to be okay, Yukito. Are you from Japan? Would you feel more comfortable if I spoke Japanese?

[so are a lot of people and they don't scare her silly!!]

Should be good til tomorrow. [that's gentle speech for "killed me a whole lot o' zombies." really, it's not like he wants to freak her out or anything, it's just how he rolls. he rolls violently.] Doesn't matter to me, long as it works.

[oh. hello, little sparkly fellows.] ...Elves? Didn't think I'd see those around here.

[ Natasha rolls with the punches — or gunshots, in this case — and she's willing to slide around to fire over his twitching corpsepile, motions as smooth as if she's dancing. ]

Anything's better than this.

[ It's not actually the dire straits that gets to her. She's been in tighter spots than this, and those are the places where she lives. It's not that she's always gonna be more suited to espionage than a full-on long-haul firefight, because she's smart and skilled, she can improvise. No, the reason Natasha can see the cliff-edge of losing her cool rapidly approaching is because the fuckers don't always stay down. A headshot puts them out, but even if she takes out their frontal cortex ninety percent of the time, that's nine point nine percent who take mortal wounds and keep on shuffling. ]

[ She doesn't like it. She doesn't like anything she thinks she can't keep down. For all they know, the ones with the head wounds are just having a nap. ]

They're thinning out on the left side.

[ Probably because the zombies have to navigate the maze of buildings, while their right is open. But that poses the same problem for them; if they take the alleys, there's more risk of being ambushed. Can creatures like this even stage an ambush? She needs more data. ]

I could really use a cluster bomb right now!

Are you all right?

[ immediately checking to make sure that she's all right. most of the blood on him is from other people, and he smells strongly of gunpowder. ]

How long have you been here?

So... are you a fictional character too?

[ Someone's not pleased with the idea... But at least there's other fictional characters here to talk to. ]

You would think this place would grow tired of taking children for their experiments.

[ This is coming from a girl that looks like she's about twelve, just so you know Heather! ]

[He looks down at it for a moment as if oh, right, that's what I'm wearing. ~~also shut up and let them have their dreams~~]

It isn't for show. At home, I am a superhero, though I doubt that means much here.

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