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

Dave Strider | Homestuck

[chronologistics]

[When you've lived a life like Dave Strider, finding oneself trapped in a creepy park isn't the most fucked up thing you've ever seen. Neither is the murder of crows that stare at you with their dead little eyes. Or that weird eyes-on-the-back-of-your-neck feeling that makes your hair stand on end.

No, for Dave Strider, the most fucked up thing about this whole situation is the stark feeling of emptiness hanging in the air; something similar to waking up with a horribly-empty gut and having a mad boner for a bacon cheeseburger swimming in enough grease to give some asshole a heart attack within the first dripping bite. Except, Dave's gut isn't exactly empty -- thank fucking god for the bathtub swill Rose kept insisting was AJ -- the feeling is a little more intrinsic than that: the loss of Time.

Not that he's really keen on performing any time travel shenanigans, either now or ever, mind you, but rather that the lack of Time is a horribly tangible thing. It's kind of like the high-pitched ring of a television screen on mute. You don't hear it when the TV's on, but you know instinctively when it's been turned off.

So there's this really cool kid dude, okay, and he's standing around all chill like cool kids dudes are known to do sometimes. He's wearing what looks like a cool set of red pajamas -- ACTION PAJAMAS -- complete with a badass red cape, and a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses at night. He's also staring up at a small gathering of the creepy birds with his arms crossed, lips turned into the faintest (blink and you'll miss it) sneer.

...

It also appears that he's grumbling to himself. A lot. He's practically rambling, albeit most of it is lost under his breath except for a much-more-audible:]

... fucking dickholes.

[He may be talking to the birds.]

[beyblade]

[ Levi stands a bit back from the kid, looking up at the birds as if waiting to see if they'll respond to him. He's a foul-mouthed one, and strangely dressed to boot. Maybe it takes cursing. ]

[ But maybe not. ]

I'm sure they appreciate your tone.

[chronologistics]

[The birds look bored, to Dave. Dave, on the other hand, looks equally bored.

Levi probably can't see it, but he's glancing at the other guy from the corner of his eye behind the shades.]

Take it from me, I know enough about stupid, rambunctious crows to know that they probably don't give a flying shit.

[...]

Probably.