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[wildest]

TEST DRIVE MEME



HOW IT WORKS:

► STEP 1 | Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting; alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need 'em!
► STEP 2 | Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether you're just voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3 | Post this all over your plurk and get people to join in on this jolly good fun. Don't forget: it's mandatory.

copypasta'd, I ain't original enough to make a new one.

Comments

[axecellent]

He's beginning to remind Parker of a certain someone. A serious someone, a someone that he can't help but wonder whether they really like him or not. Or, barely tolerates him. It's rough being a loveable sidekick like him.

Reading this guy isn't easy, though. He figures that he most likely keeps to himself and doesn't particularly enjoy the company of anyone. Based on the way he's dressed... lawyer, maybe? A business professional of some kind. Either way, Parker would be willing to stake his reputation (or lack thereof) on him being a suit of some sort.

"What kind of information are you looking for?" Oh, he understood the hint he was giving to him and heard it loud and clear. "You'll have to be more direct if you want a direct answer."

[afterlaborday]

A suit? In his world, he was the suit, and not a person to be trifled with. People feared his father, but in some ways, he was more of a threat than that old man had ever been. The old man, he didn't get the inner workings, but Rufus did and it made him dangerous. And he enjoyed the most the inner workings of people, because those could be used towards his own ends.

The response from Parker would cause a small gleam to enter Rufus' eyes, perhaps analyzing to see if he'd caught the implication, before Rufus finally decided he didn't wish to play as aloof as he had been, and would be far more direct.

Stepping off the porch he had been staying on, almost as if protecting himself, he started to move towards the other man, arms folded across his chest, not in defense, but in an indication of power, and when he spoke, his words no longer held the tinge of annoyance they had been; replaced, instead, with an indication that he wasn't fooling around and wanted to see exactly what sort of person he was dealing with.

"I would have thought what I wanted to know would be obvious, considering the situation, but I can spell it out if it makes you feel better. Where is this? How did I get here? Why am I here? Who exactly are you? Who runs this place? Is it dangerous? And how do I get out of here?"