EVERYONE GET IN THE CAR, it's TEST DRIVE TIME!

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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.

reposted from the lessor who reposted it from ineuphony, you get the picture. posted with mod permission!

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[theotherpromise]

[he lifts his eyes back to riku, brows knotted.

lacrosse is a brutal game, if the bandage on his cheek says anything. his eyes narrow, just slightly.]

Suits me? Like how?

[limitstorm]

[ riku blinks at him, obviously not having expected that as an answer. he outstretches a hand, gesturing to his hands. ]

You're ambidextrous.

[ a known fact, not a question. ]

It must be a good one-up on your game if you can use both hands and not get too tired.

[theotherpromise]

[he blinks at riku's open palms. ...oh.

he passes the broken pieces into one hand, raising his free fingers to scratch the bristles of hair at the back of his neck.]

Yeah. The coach told me he noticed that. He said he's never had to deal with someone ambidextrous playing on his team before. It makes things harder and easier.

What are you doing?

[maybe they shouldn't just keep talking on the edge of the sidewalk.]

[limitstorm]

[ the question makes him tilt his head back, and then turn half-around to glance in the distance. ]

Right now, painting houses. I'm not in sports yet--haven't decided which one... I'm in the chess club and matheletes, though.

[ he shrugs. ]

[theotherpromise]

[roxas's eyes trace his gaze, blinking. but when riku answers, he glances back at him. there's a barely-there smile.]

So you're a nerd. [he means it in jest. roxas's sense of humor has developed with the friends he's made--whether or not making friends was his choice. when he arrived, he was more than convinced this was a simulation. when he woke up the second day, he knew he wasn't getting out of it. he may as well make friends while he looks for answers.

he looks back out to where riku has been staring.] What's out there?

[limitstorm]

[ riku both blushes and bristles at roxas' frank reply, even if it is in jest. he ends up lowering his head slightly. ]

And you're a jock.

[ riku turns halfway again, giving a light shrug. ]

Next assignment. It's a one-story house. I'll probably just paint it yellow.

[theotherpromise]

[roxas turns his eyes down to his uniform.

it's grass and dirt-stained anyway. he looks back to riku.]

Need some help? I wanna ask you some more things.

[limitstorm]

[ oop.

does he look spooked? he totally doesn't. ]

Uh, well...

[theotherpromise]

It's just if you've found anything when it comes to getting out of here. If you haven't, I can go.

[limitstorm]

[ he visibly relaxes, but looks... downcast. ]

I'm sorry. I haven't--I've been trying to get in contact with the lessor, but... nothing so far.

[theotherpromise]

Don't be. [sorry, that is. riku did just save his life, after all--and right after he got it back, too.] That just means we try and find other ways to get out.

Who is the lessor, anyway?

[limitstorm]

No idea. The guy won't tell anyone his name--I haven't even found where he lives.

[ and it's a pain. he rubs his forehead. ]

Try to take a few days off of school and you get dragged back by a truant officer. It's hard to find time.

[theotherpromise]

But we get weekends off, right?

[limitstorm]

[ riku shrugs a shoulder. ]

We do. And I have chores to do, and houses to paint. [ he exhales, afterwards, rubbing his forehead.

just like home. what a prison. ]

[theotherpromise]

Almost as exciting as fighting Heartless. [heh.]

Has anything happened since you came? Anything dangerous?

[limitstorm]

[ grump. ]

No. Just your daily boring suburbia.

[theotherpromise]

[he pauses, eyes lowered again in thought.]

I wonder what this place wants. What the lessor wants.

[daily, boring suburbia. roxas can't summon his keyblade. there are no heartless. it's life all over again, even if it might not be real. there's a layer of plastic, fakeness and illusion and suspicion, underlying everything. but even so-]

I guess, when I'm not thinking about that... [he's a little happy. but he won't say another word. he shakes his head, looking back to riku.]

I'll figure out what I can, whenever I get the time.

[limitstorm]

[ riku furrows his brows. ]

You don't have to if you wanna just enjoy yourself, you know.

[ there's a quiet, almost guilty undertone to his words. ]

[theotherpromise]

[he pauses, eyeing riku only in confusion. then, as if correcting him,]

You know as much as I do that I have to go back to Sora. Right, Riku? [he was the one who brought him to sora, after all.]

[limitstorm]

[ this is where riku looks as uncomfortable as he looks guilty. he looks to roxas and then looks sharply away. he might've been the one to bring him to sora, but he hadn't enjoyed doing that. roxas probably didn't understand. he closes his eyes briefly, brows furrowed together. ]

Yeah, yeah. I know.

[ sure he does. of course he does.

... he doesn't want it to happen--he wouldn't wish roxas' eventual destiny on anyone, least of all roxas--but he's not above realizing that it'll happen. ]

[theotherpromise]

[roxas eyes him and his expression more strangely still, brows gently furrowed, but silent. only after a moment does he calm, his eyes slipping shut.]

I can't let myself get attached.

[that's all he'll say. his eyes open once more, though he's stepping backwards, eyes cast off elsewhere.]

I'll see you later, Riku.