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TEST DRIVE MEME: The First (Fixed Setting)
TEST DRIVE MEME
HOW TO: Post with your character in what will be a fixed setting for the first round! Do a top level, respond to others! If your thread is substantial, it can be used as a first-person on your application! Remember that this is not game canon, and everyone is welcome!
HOW TO: Post with your character in what will be a fixed setting for the first round! Do a top level, respond to others! If your thread is substantial, it can be used as a first-person on your application! Remember that this is not game canon, and everyone is welcome!
You were just ushered into a large park by a murder of loud and insistent crows who somehow manage to get the gate shut behind you before they fly off. The park is awfully green for such a dead-looking town. It's dusk, and things are starting to get a little noisy at the edge of the tall iron fence that surrounds the area. There are gazebos, cobblestone pathways, gentle slopes, and of course, the lake and the island with the large, dead tree. It's full of crows, and if you stare at them, they'll all stare back. Feel free to take a load off on one of the many iron and wood benches, but the gates to the city are closed!
This does not, however, mean you are barred from ghost-watching as night progresses. Remember, they won't see you!
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[Which is really completely irrelevant to anything at hand. Paw. So, proceeding.]
Uh -- are there really? Did... the crows chase you in, too?
[Another look back up the gate. Another look back down from the birds, another round of hair-raising yeesh.]
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[BUT ANYWAY, he shrugs and nods, looking down as he scuffs his foot on the ground] I was on my way to baseball practice. I lost my stuff.
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The birds didn't take it, did they? [If there's even an off-chance it might be within the fence, he could easily offer to sniff it out - or he wishes he could say so in a hundred percent good faith; his sense of smell seems to be a little damp...]
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[Since, clearly the birds aren't doin' it.
He turns, falls back against the gate, and droops with a sigh and crossed arms. So much for that, in the meantime, and so much for the human(?)'s things!
And... once he gets that out his expression neutralizes. Refocuses to make eye contact.]
Uh -- I could help you look later, by the way! [He isn't sure how much he should be saying - somewhere in deciding how this sounds he lifts a hand and points approximately to his nose.] I, uh... have a really good sense of smell.
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Oh yeah, me too! S'what I meant 'bout it not rainin', cuz that'd wash the scent away, an' then I couldn't trace it back. [pause] Um. S'not as weird as it sounds, I swear.
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I mean, I dunno if I'd be able to find it if it rained, either, but uh -- [He leans forward just a bit, another point at his nose.]
You wouldn't say you have a nose like a dog's, would you?
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[then he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper] You a werewolf too, bro? Cuz I mean... that would be awesome.
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Flicks blank.] A "were"... wolf?
[There's "wolf". He's talking to a "werewolf". He says he's got the sense of smell of a wolf. From the way it's put together, it ought to be a kind of wolf, so maybe, but again... what's saying too much?
He blows that through, picks up where he left off. Endeavors not to sound too thrown.]
Uh -- [Shakes his head, leaves it at a tilt.] -- I dunno! What's that?