TEST DRIVE FRICK YEAH

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TEST DRIVE MEME


WHAT THE FUCK TO DO:

► STEP 1; Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting or alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need them!
► STEP 2; Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether or not you're voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3; Post this all over your plurk and get people to get their big asses in here and force them to app or face the consequences. Oh, and I guess have fun. I suppose that's important, too.

taken from ineuphony

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[wingsit]

[ good. nill's all embarrassed frustrations and absolutely no remorse as she pokes her tongue out at him. serves you r i g h t. ]

[ she watches rubber hit concrete, takes a moment to pointedly file away any vile language in favour of not getting even more riled than she already is, blinks savagely against lingering frustrated eye moisture and then plonks down fully on her knees and resumes staring at the drain. please feel free to go away if you're going to be useless and rude. ]

[badbreak]

[scowls; the tears and the position make him uncomfortable, which makes him (unfortunately) continue to be just as rough with her]

What's your problem? What're ya even tryin' ta get?

[wingsit]

[ a sigh, heavy and about as close to a sound as she can make (are you still here?) and then she lifts her free hand to make a vague grasping and twisting motion in the air. turning a key in the door if you're fluent in mime. ]

[badbreak]

[he's not]

If you're gonna tell me ta screw off, don't sit there actin' all teary and pathetic in the first place!

[wingsit]

[ s t a r e s at him. flatly just. stares. ]

[ no okay Nill let's try a different angle HOLDS HER POINTER FINGER UP look alright this is what we're focusing on now. slowly lowers it to the ground and starts tracing out invisible letters, large and clear as she can, on the ground: ]

[ K E Y S ]

[badbreak]

What's wrong with your voice?

[it's totally questionable if he got the very painstakingly worked on message]

[wingsit]

[ oh. that's not exactly what she was hoping to get out of the process, but she supposes it's a valid question. reaching up, she draws a circle (again, with her finger) over her throat - shakes her head.

empty. incomplete. ]

[badbreak]

Oh.

[and he turns away, like he doesn't need anything more from her but that information, as if he's going to walk away]

[but then takes a detour up onto a lawn and apparently kicks around in the bushes???]

[wingsit]

[ she's calming down considerably now, done with all the frustrated nervous anger that had come with being both stuck and ridiculed, and she keeps an eye on him as he walks away

and then commandeers a lawn...?

alright. as you were.

that settled, she's back to squirming for keys with a renewed vigor. if you're going to commit to a task, you may as well give it your all!! ]

[badbreak]

Hey. Get outta the way.

[it's sort of notable he doesn't touch her; he easily could have, having come back within range, now that he's returned from his adventures in lawn decimation]

[but instead it's a snapped voice and if she turns around, he's holding a long stick, with a red blob at the end of it]

[wingsit]

[ she does, and she's about ready to whip out her disgruntled frown do you really need to be so rude— ]

[wingsit]

[oh.

oh.]

[wingsit]

[so it turns out it's not the frown that comes out after all - instead, a slow smile, growing and beaming with a smooth dawning understanding that rapidly escalates into an excited nod of the head.

would you look at that. she's getting out of the way. ]

[badbreak]

[Badou goes belly down on the pavement (it's not the first time), angling the stick down, craning his face to see what exactly she dropped -- and the key packet glints in the gutter roughage like a toy inside a crane drop]

[it takes him a good five tries, and he bangs his larger limbs on the grate several times, (Badou was clever, but application was almost always a problem), but eventually he withdraws the stick]

[with the keys mashed against the gum]

[sitting on the hot pavement, he holds the gross retrieval tool out to her]

Here.

[wingsit]

[ while he's down, she takes the time to look at him. a redheaded mess sprawled on the pavement - the rough of a bandage registers this time and she wonders but doesn't bother to guess - rude and brash... and helping.

Nill's careful to stand sentry, shifting not to block out what sun can reach through the grate slats but concerned, primarily, with putting her back between the road and a surprise. (she's used to rough around the edges. confronted with a helper, she can reassess a little.)

gumquest comes up trumps. Nill reaches out to retrieve the stick gum key combo with a smile that shouldn't match the gift, but does all the same. ]

[ it's mouthed, but she does it as clearly as possible around her relief:

"thank you" ]