[ casually drives off a cliff ]

[sakotis]

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 like five different people who gives a crap at this point, you get the picture. posted with mod permission b/c i am the mod.

Comments

[oopsright]

You're damn right everything's different! [ Her tone has nothing but a hard snap to it, and it shows in the sudden flare of annoyance as it brightens her eyes, hardens her jaw. And just like that--it's gone. Wiped out of her, wiped off of her face. No thanks to that one particular question.

Straws, Tess feels like she's grasping at straws. Or drowning. To what he's referring to, the weight of those words, she's definitely drowning under them.

She has to take a slow breath, letting it out shakily. Her hand flexes at her side. ]

What does it even matter, Joel? [ There's a softness behind those words, resignation. She can't do this. She can't be here. ] It's there, we both know that.

[ Part of just flat out doesn't want to have to show it to him. It's not a pretty sight. Once already was good enough, wasn't it? ]

[inviable]

[Joel bites back a frustrated sound, because her anger and her resignation make sense. But he just wants to get this over with, so he can decide which way to move- he'd yank the shoulder of her jacket back and check for himself, but she was edgy and she was resigned.

She'd probably fight with him for getting too close. He doesn't blame her. He stays where he is, eyes shuttering as he breathes out a sigh.]

Listen, Tess, I've been stuck here for months. I got nothin' to do but keep tabs on this place. From what I know, it-- [we don't know, we won't know until we take a fucking look, and even then. unpredictable, the landlord was fucking unpredictable. but for now:] We gotta take a careful look at it.

[And he steps in again, voice lowered to barely above a whisper. There was nobody but them, but people milled about suburbia and thought nothing of infectious outbreaks. The last thing they needed was someone overhearing.]

Trust me, alright?

[oopsright]

[ It's probably a good thing that he decides not to touch her, she might've decked him. Tess can name a few times throughout their partnership over the past decade or so where she had clocked him in that hard jaw of his with her knuckles.

A scowl twists her features. He doesn't really expect her to believe that shit, been here for months. ]

Months. Really? You really expect me to believe that shit? I just watched you walk away, Joel. Cut the crap.

[ She's glaring up at him, a hard set in her jaw. He's close again, so close she can make out the lines at the corners of his eyes, the grays in his dark hair. When did he get so old looking? ]