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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holds so tight!

[servant]

[It's hard to run when you're constantly looking back over your shoulder. But it's better to run while looking back over your shoulder than to have something suddenly take a bite out of it. Merlin stumbles more than once, but he's back on his feet in no time, running until he's out of breath and certain that he lost them.]

[Or maybe not. Merlin's posture goes rigid when she slams into him, but thankfully he doesn't scream like the great big girl Arthur always accuses him of being. He does gasp and looks down with wide eyes, reaching to help steady her or keep her at bay, whichever he needs to do.]

[A better look and Merlin realizes it's just a girl. A girl with wings but...still a girl.]

Are you alright?

[He glances, tries to help her back up as she scrambles but probably just makes it worse.]

They're after you too?

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. ]