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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Re: yukito ☆ fire candy

[halfcow]

[Passing by with a bat on his hand which is filled with blood when he bumps into someone.]

HEY! You fu-

Ah, Yukito!

[notafatty]

[ Someone's a little bleary, and barely notices the jostle until she's being called to. Or sworn at - almost sworn at, anyway, and the final statement coming out of the jostler's mouth is much more pleasant than being called a 'fucker'. ]

[ She blinks at him - because, hey, you're supposed to be dead, and honestly everything looks dead here - but then her eyes light up a little and there's a strangled gasp. ]

Ryoki - [ Oh blood. That gasp turns to one of panic and her eyes go wide. ] Oh - you're hurt!

[halfcow]

No, I'm not! It's not mine!

[he moves closer to her, mostly to check on her - if she has wounds or bites, if she is okay] Are you okay? Not hurt, are ya?

[notafatty]

[ You know, you might think that sentence would calm her, Ryoki, but no. No, saying you are covered in someone else's blood only does to give her a heartbeat of relief; relief in which to smile at him faintly before it turns into a moment of stricken fear, capitalized with big yellow eyes and a silently moving mouth. ]

[ But it's only silent for a moment, only silent before he moves toward her and she twitches in a halfstep backwards. ]

I'm fine, but you're not - that is not fine.

[halfcow]

[Oh wait. Some of that blood WAS his. But when he arrived there, the wound was healed; of course Ryoki thought it was probably for the best if Yukito didn't know this and he was fine with pretending he had never been stabbed.

The rest of the blood that covered him... well, the half had already his moments of delighting himself (aka getting off to it), it was definitively Tetsu's. Of course the half bull couldn't just tell her he cut off Tetu's head while she was fainted, could he?

But when she steps backwards, he stops]

... Yukito, there are zombies everywhere, we can't stay here like this. We gotta find some safe place to stay, okay?

[notafatty]

[ 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?

[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.]