test drive meme deux

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Want to app, or maybe you've already got one written up? Maybe you want to try before you buy? This is the meme for that! Of course, it's unfair to throw you into a sea without some life vest, so some prompts for possible situations have been given to you, and are as follows. These can all be in either log style, text, voice, or video; it's up to you! IN GAME MEMBERS CAN PARTICIPATE IN TAGGING AS WELL!!

YOUR OPTIONS THE HOUSING GATE. Somehow, some way, some idiot has just run into your yard with their car. Or maybe you're the idiot behind the wheel? Did you wreck a mailbox? Maybe even, dare I say, run into someone? Stranger things have happened. THE SHOPPING GATE. For some reason the damned cashier NPC isn't anywhere in sight and you've got...well, whatever it is you've decided to buy. There's a line forming filled with people. No matter where you are, the register, the middle, or at the very end, you're surrounded by some pretty frustrated people. THE PLEASURE GATE. You happen to have wandered into one of the more...adult establishments. You might perhaps be underage and if so you need not be there at all. No one is going to cart you off, though. Maybe you enjoy your strip club/bar/peep show or maybe it's completely repulsive to you. Do you stick around or make a run for it? THE ALUMNI GATE. It's come time for the school festival! There are various booths, stands, activities, and all sorts of people milling about! What grade are you in? School? Are you sociable or withdrawn? Are you in charge of something? Crashing a party? You're full of youth and the world is yours for the taking! WHATEVER YOU WANT, BRO. Use your imagination and get creative on your own terms! This doesn't count as being in game completely, so feel free to take some liberties with events that could have happened, people you could have met! Just remember to stick to game structure and the rules.

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[livingcure]

[What the fuck was with this good Samaritan shit? She finally found a method of calming herself down, only to draw the attention of some stranger. A stranger that was foolish enough to allow such evil into his own home, knowingly thinking he could tame whatever had been inside of her, when not knowing just how unpredictable she could have been when pushed to her limits. However, at this moment she had shed enough blood to last a few hours. Only a few to ask this man if he knew any information on John. That was the first matter of business, getting out of this shithole, and back to him.

She gave the lifeless body one last look, admiring it, softly caressing the face and allowing her fingers to run over each wound. That would be the last she would see of it's shape, because once she had fully stood up she smashed the face in with the sole of her shoe. Two more times, until it had completely sunken in. Great, something else to clean after, but not like she hadn't thought of a back up plan. He did say it was a new carpet. She exchanged her shoes for his own, tossing the reminder of the keys over his chest and the boots next to his face. Not bothering to move the body, nor cover it, why would she? There was a beauty to it. Something no one would appreciate, they did not know that the dead always looked best when slowly decomposing. Amanda dabbed her hands over the front of her jeans, not completely drying off every ounce of blood, just enough to satisfy the homeowner. She needed the color to stay, she needed to feel the wet texture underneath her fingernails and on her palms, or else she would have lost it]

[hallucinating]

[ the house he's arranged for himself is pleasant, but minimal. everything complimentary, as if chosen with great care, though almost like a catalog: untouched. not yet lived in.

and it was true, he spent very little time here, except to keep up appearances. the bedroom was his own as well as the kitchen and the rest was simply-- extra. and it's the kitchen he's sitting in, ankles daintily crossed, back straight, watching her with the veiled air of a predator himself.

to lose control like that-- to act so impulsively, like an animal... ah, it just wouldn't do. it was barbaric. animal. basic. he sips his tea and gestures. ]

Sit, please. I don't mind the blood on the china.

[ his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes and he seems far, far too relaxed for someone that just witnessed a brutal maiming practically on his doorstep. c'est la vie, right. ]

You must be new, here.

[livingcure]

[It all felt wrong. Out of place being invited into such a strange atmosphere that was not an abandoned building, some decaying motel, a prison, or a hospital. She had her fair share of them all, calling each her "home," so being allowed into something that had no resemblance to either made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Facially that insecurity did not show, however it was present with each delayed step she took until she had reached the kitchen]

I'd rather stand.

[She didn't bother to look to the seat, nor to the teacup that had been prepared for her, there was something else far more important to pay attention too. Him. Never backing down, never looking away, she paid close attention to each gesture, each movement, meeting his eyes whenever she was given the chance. It wasn't over the matter of trust, or caution, no she could very well have taken care of herself if he did attempt anything. This was more of a power play]

No shit. What else is there that you need to tell me?

[Her voice raised slightly afterwards. Her conditions were always difficult to hide when stressed. Her inability to handle her anger, her personality disorders of being calm one minute, to extremely bi-polar the next, oh there was just so much to her, and Crane was getting a taste of it as she took it all out on the few chairs closest to her, kicking each one off to the sides]

That I have no fucking clue where the hell I am?!

[hallucinating]

[ calmly, not flinching at the violence, every aspect of his own fear tightly locked away. he just watches, until she's done, sharply watching her face, her expression. it's like taming a beast, isn't it? all it takes is a little patience. ]

I would assume that would come with the territory of being new.

[ insistently, ]

Sit. I'll answer your questions and if you still feel the need to-- lash out, I can accommodate you.

[ his brow drops and he idly thumbs the rim of his tea cup. ]

I have somewhere where you can make all the mess you want. Sit.

[livingcure]

Fuck you...

[She whispered those words in a threatening manner. Except for the small bit at the end, the small cracking in her throat that told him she was forcefully holding back the urge to suddenly breakdown in tears. Allowing emotions like rage and hate to hide the fearful thoughts, the agony of what she had gone through before coming here. Her fingers curled into her palm, feeling for the dry blood that had still been there. Desperately sinking her nails into it, scratching whatever had been left to at least "feel" it. It was a strange way of calming every nerve down, and every desire of flipping the table over. Nonetheless, she listened. Sat herself down calmly, quietly, without another word out of her mouth. At least for the first few seconds before aiming the damn ceramic cup towards the floor. Better]