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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[halfcow]

[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.

[notafatty]

[ 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. ]

[halfcow]

Better than nothin'. We are on open field here.

[Ryoki noticed how long it took her to finally take his hand, but he decided not to say anything about it. They could think and talk once they got out of the streets.

Taking her hand with his, the half bull ran towards the first house, trying to open the door, which remained closed. The windows were covered with wooden planks, so there was no use breaking it.

Perhaps the back door. Again, he gently tugged Yukito to follow him and walked around the house to the back-door, which he fought to open. ] Fuck...!

[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!

[halfcow]

[Yellow eyes darted to the door Yukito mentioned and then he nodded, agreeing with her. His hands force the door open with probably too much strength because it was indeed open. A normal person would think twice before entering an open basement, but Ryoki is a special boy, so he doesn’t. He walks inside, bat still in his hand and making sure Yukito is behind him, following.

Of course the basement was occupied by two zombies. But Ryoki didn’t panic. No, instead, he huffs and a sadistic smirk that Yukito is probably not used to (she might only have noticed it once before, when the half fought Tetsu) grows on his face as he holds the bat up. He had no excuses to hold back now, he could unleash all of his anger and blood-lust without any problems because this became “natural”.

And with that in mind, and the pleasure pooling in his body, the hunger for a fight itching and the need for blood scratching the back of his mind, Ryoki throws himself at the undead, bat swinging to it one right on it’s face and probably crack it open.]