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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[playedgay]

[Another shrug, his expression remaining, for the most part, the same. His eyes watched Loki more expectantly than before. He could assume from what Loki had just said that the other man received a similar welcome.]

Are you?

HE REALLY IS :| and thanks for the link! :3

[speculates]

[ Sherlock was stubborn; it was one of those characteristics that jumped out at you. Therefore, if he wanted to figure something out? He would. And would push until he did.

Or in this case, he came to realize that it might have been him being pushed.

He blinked, winced as his hit was caught, but the real shock came a second later.
It felt like a freight train just crashed into his chest.

He staggers, goes down. It's hard to breathe, and momentarily, it's hard to even focus as his vision blurs, brightens and the ringing in his ears gets louder.

But it's his pride that forces him to move, albeit to rise to one knee, to somehow level himself slightly, as he tries to recover a breath. Air. To stay conscious.

His lifts his face upwards. If looks could kill, Loki...

Was he afraid? No, though he supposed he should be. But fear was an irrational emotion. Sherlock has felt fear before, but not for his life. But anger, anger was a far more controllable emotion, and one he would gladly let show. He will not cower in front of this man. No. That would bring the other too much satisfaction, won't it?

So instead, he glares.

Was this even possible? It can't be -- can it? Who was he? Some sort of failed experiment like H.O.U.N.D.?

Or was there even the slightest possibility this man wasn't delusional at all...

Another attempt at breathing. It's painful. ] Who -- what -- are you?

[ Give him a few seconds, he might try and stand.]

[comicbookvillain]

No, my reflexes are simply sharp enough to catch it.

[he shrugs. and then attempts a smile.]

Better?

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Kinda scary, actually. He also doesn't believe really anything you've said, but whatever. You can prove yourself if you stick around long enough.]

Could use some work. Anyway, I'm hungry, and these canned beans are looking stellar. [Only not at all.] Stay if you want, I guess.

[rockofages]

You will need to learn arms to survive here, child.

[rockofages]

[This man was interesting, calm, collected and amused. Possible he either cared not for his predicament or he believed he was dreaming.]

Fictional? Gods, no. I know better than most.

No worries!

[rockofages]

[Loki releases Sherlocks arm when he stumbles back. No crack, no real damage, just winded. He sighed, irritated at the way this place held him back.

He meets Sherlocks gaze with an amused smile of his own, pleased to have sparked a reaction where the other failed. Proud, arrogant, stubborn, angry. Was this man also childish in his anger?

But there was defiance too. No fear, which if anything endeared Sherlock to him. Oh what Loki wouldn't give to have the sceptre returned to him. This man, this clever man could prove so useful. So entertaining and such fun.

]

Ah, ah. But that would end the game wouldn't it? [He laughs a little more watching the other struggle to simply breathe.]

You've got all these clues, my clever Holmes. Can you put them together? [He says, offering his hand to help Sherlock stand.]

[songsandstories]

We should find cover first. Nightfall here does not sound safe.

[rockofages]

You think I am not aware?

I know this game, little Stone, better than most.

i'm not doing anything

[revivify]

[ why can't it be a stupid shoujo manga with zombies. those exist. and if they don't, those should exist. maybe bleach was a shoujo manga about zombies all along.

ugh, he really wishes it had been. that would make learning he was a fictional character slightly more bearable. ]

H, hey, calm down!

[ it's a bit hard since she's on top of him, but he tries to get her to stop screaming, placing a hand on top of her head. it really doesn't work though, and with her flailing on top of him he just kind of ends up in an even more awkward position. at least her shield saved them from what would have doubtless been certain doom.

he's annoyed, definitely. but when she apologizes, he just replies with a grumble. ]

It's alright.

[ ...he remains there underneath her, not sure what else to say or do. until hearing moans as the zombies blasted back seem to be getting back up. ]

Uh... we should probably get back up.

[songsandstories]

[She turns to look at him.] I did not say that you didn't. Merely that this place is not safe.

[rockofages]

I am aware.

[songsandstories]

Then where do you suggest?

[rockofages]

[He pauses only to point ahead of them. Tall walls and dark builidngs.]

It is closest.

[songsandstories]

[She nods.] I will follow.

[rockofages]

See that you do, little Stone. Do not fall behind.

[songsandstories]

You needn't worry about me.

[rockofages]

Good. [They were moving fairly quickly towards the buildings. When Loki heard the sounds of movement he froze, raising his hand.]

[songsandstories]

[She could swiftly move through the streets, not far behind him. She was quiet and when he stopped, she did. She was quiet. He spotted something, and she looked around.]

[angelofdog]

[ her knees are dirty, clothes rumples; there's dust in her hair and clinging to her face and neck with the slightest sheen of sweat to glue it there. she's been running, but when he looks her over she does her best to regulate her breathing, to stop panting and to look - for all purposes - alright. ]

[ see? see, look. i'm alright, i'm not bleeding. ]

[ nill shakes her head at the second question however. not long, not long enough to fully understand where she is. ]

[ not bleeding, but i'm scared. ]

nuzzles face against

[angelofdog]

[ She doesn't scream either, but for...significantly different reasons. ]

[ The smallest of exhales escapes her lips, a little gasp as the shock of impact with the ground forces the air from her lungs. It hurts, burns after the extensive workout and the fervent pace of her heart and lungs. No, no, this wasn't good; she had to run. ]

[ The fleshy brick wall was talking, so she was heartened that he wasn't one of - one of them, but that did not make dawdling here any more safe. For her size and disabilities, Nill is quick; quick back up on her feet and disregarding the dust and dirt that now clung to her clothes and hands. Her hair is going awry, and her face and neck have a thin sheen of sweat already gathering. She's hot, warm, and wants to run again already. But she stops, blinks at him for a moment with big blue eyes (made bigger by that hint of terror reflected in the irises) and nods. ]

[ They want to kill me. ]

[notafatty]

[ Natalie? Natalie. That's a pretty name, she thinks quietly. The smile is just a smile, but it's sweet, nice - comforting in such a world of discomfort, and Yukito shifts on the table, inches forward a little and leans in to the conversation. ]

I don't mind how you're talking.

[ ...it's actually the first time she's considered that she can understand the other lady. It's...it's weird. But this whole thing is weird, this whole situation. ]

Do you - uh, do you think this is all real? [ All being accentuated by a wave of the hand to the room around them. ]

[notafatty]

[ She goes along with him, lets him essentially drag her. Eventually, she got into the rythm of running, and the two of them were lucky not to trip over any of the rubble underfoot; lucky and gifted with enough balance to jump, leap, scuttle and step over the debris and - god, those couldn't be bones, could they? ]

[ The house comes up sooner than she is expecting, however, but the door is locked. Both doors are locked and Ryoki is swearing and her eyes dag across the scene before alighting upon an external ground basement door. ]

We could try there. [ Should. ] Should try there. It doesn't look locked!

[rockofages]

[Loki slipped knives from his belt, head cocked as he listened. He didn't hear voices and the movements sounded clumsy, weak. He huffed.]

The dead come. [He turned to Sansa and nodded, pointing to a quiet street to their left.]

[songsandstories]

[She gave a soft nod before waiting to move.] How many?