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

[smilesandmusic]

[A sigh came from the other side of the tree before a figure turned to look around it. A yellow, smiling mask came around as the first vision of the character on the other side, next the form of a man in an old suit. It was beaten and dusty, but in good shape other than the tattered wrists. A bit of blood had dried here and there on it as he slowly stands up.He did what came naturally to most people.

He came over and offered her a hand for a shake.]

Hello.

[anelegantmyth]

[ The sight of the man may have startled her a little. Considering she was still thinking this was all a strange nightmare, she may have assumed he was the monster she was waiting for. Especially with all the dried up blood on his clothes. But it wouldn't be polite to refuse him a proper introduction, right? Slowly, she reaches out to shake the his hand. ]

Hello there.

[smilesandmusic]

[Eyes read over her movements, his hand gripping hers. He shook properly before pulling his hand away from the firm shake. He had gray skin from all appearances and ragged black hair. He took a few breaths to consider how to speak to her. Sure, he could launch into tirades about this and that, but what does that really accomplish?]

I'm Issikanor. Welcome to our prison, I suppose. Apologies for the suit, it's hard to find a dry cleaner during a plague.