TEST DRIVE MEME: The First (Fixed Setting)

[thecrows]

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!

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!

Comments

[knowsvinewhip]

[It's... a mess.]

[It's honestly probably easier to say what isn't damaged, rather than what is. But, at the very least, his leg, and part of his torso appear the most mangled. It's sort of amazing all his organs are in one place.]

[This time.]

[beyblade]

[ Okay, well, time to see if we can save this sorry son of a bitch. Time to tear cloth and start making bandages. ]

[knowsvinewhip]

[Sometime during all of this, one of those eyes flicks open, watching the other man steadily.]

[He doesn't speak, or move. He just watches him.]

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[beyblade]

[Levi isn't bad at this, but he's no professional. Holding the wounds tightly closed is all he can offer.]

... are you coherent?

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[knowsvinewhip]

[He lets out a rasping sort of sound. Probably a breath.]

... yes.

[beyblade]

[ He raises up three fingers. ]

How many?

[knowsvinewhip]

[His eyes focus, just for a moment, before they go glassy again.]

Th... thr... ee.

[beyblade]

... There's not much I can do for you here. Especially when we're not allowed out of this park.

[ He's telling him straight; he doesn't know if this guy is savable or not. ]

[knowsvinewhip]

Where...?

[Where are they?]

[He'd have asked who this man was, but that hardly seems important, for the moment.]

[beyblade]

No one here seems to know where "here" is.

[knowsvinewhip]

Ah...

[He goes quiet again, for a while.]

Thank you. For... the attempt.