Test Drive Meme 008

[sinfulmods]

Test Drive Meme

Considering apping to the City of Sin, but unsure of who to bring or if they'll fit? Feel free to give the setting a test drive here! These are a perfect way of getting your playing sample done for the application.

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→ Comment with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting, with name and canon in the subject line
→ Choose a scenario, or create your own
→ Tag around

Possible Scenarios 01. A New Arrival: Hello, New Person! You seem to have found yourself on a sidewalk in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a stomach chruning feeling of being displaced. Thankfully, the streets are full of people - Watch out that you don't get mugged! 02. Demonic Presences: You were just minding your own business, weren't you? But that's always when bad things seem to happen, and the City of Sin isn't really that friendly. Whatever bar or street you're hanging out in suddenly go dim, filing the area with an unnerving feeling as the shadows on the walls jump out into reality. We suggest you phone a friend for help, or maybe try running? 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a massive, elegant party at the Tower that spills out it's doors in welcome, by someone who calls themselves the Emperor. Obviously that's weird, but maybe you can get some free drinks and food out of it! This place might not be so bad. 04. Prominence: The City of Sin influences it's population on a weekly basis. Too bad you came right smack dab in the middle of a heavy Prominence. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, or Pride. Choose your choice of sin and be wicked. 05. Trouble: Not everyone is sunshine and roses here. Some people are violent and cruel, raised in the sludge of a sinful city. And they like to pick on people they think can't fight back. Are you that person? Or are you the Hero who can't stand to watch? Worse yet, could you be the person doing the instigating? Villian. 06. Carnival: The City has carnivals or festivals now and then; you're lucky to catch one! With it's open booths filled with cork gun games and funnel cakes, how can someone not have any fun! Go win your darling a stuffed animal, or meet someone new on the spinning cup ride. You might even see someone you know being talked into sitting in the Dunk Tank. 07. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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Jean Grey | X-Men: Apocalypse

[fledglingreborn]

1. A New Arrival

Channeling out familiar voices was a task even in her best frame of mind. Add to that the onslaught of new, more frightened and confused voices with the crippling nausea, and it was a shock that Jean was able to keep upright as she held her hand to her temple. A great many thoughts and emotions ran through her mind despite her immediate efforts to keep them at bay. It took some time, but slowly she dimmed the external chaos, catching her breath as she took in her surroundings.

Confusion took hold as she walked down many different sidewalks, passing strange buildings and faces alike. Rounding a corner, her gaze focused upwards towards a rather large tower in the distance. Clearly she was no longer at the mansion. But that only lead to more questions. Where was she now? How did she get here? And did anyone else come with her?

She needed to find her friends. Scott, Hank, the Professor, anyone.

[prefers_magneto]

Maybe not him so much, but he wouldn't know; his last memory of 'home' was a submarine on a beach in Cuba. Therefore, as he approached her walking down the street, his face registered no recognition, but his mind was full of familiar faces amonst the unfamiliar ones.

Jean Grey | X-Men: The Last Stand

[lightdarkchild]

01/04 New Arrival + Prominence

Scott!

Jean opened her eyes, finding herself standing, surrounded by a bustling city instead of water. No, she should have been dead. She'd sacrificed herself.

Time had passed since Alkali Lake, though just how much time that was, she couldn't tell. Fingers touched longer hair, her mind reaching further distances than ever before. Nothing at all looked familiar, nor did most of the minds she touched. One or two, but not quite right either. Too young, or wrong in other ways.

The windows rattled in their frames, drawing the attention of worried shop owners and passersby alike. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to get a hold of her powers, and slowly, but surely, the rattling stopped. It felt as if her abilities had increased so much more since the lake, and something else. There was something else there now; something so scary and exhilarating at the same time.

With a deep breath, Jean took a step forward, heading down one of the numerous streets in the City, trying to gather herself and hoping to find a friendly, if not familiar, face.

[aces_and_eights]

The kid was in transit from the quarters he was assigned an the nearest bar he knew of from his previous visit. Eyes flick at the red headed woman a moment before they ran into each other. At least the minor collision snapped him from the cycle of thought his brain was taking him down.

"Shit, I'm sorry. My fault." He paused, a second glance she looked familiar but he couldn't place her. "You ok?"

Albus Severus Potter • Harry Potter

[whereagainst]

ARRIVAL;

Albus is Apparating when it happens. The initial feel of travel is normal, but the sickening jolt when he arrives is different. Wrong. He's not where he's supposed to be and his senses flick sharp for it because while being off by a little - even splinching oneself - is something that happens, ending up in an entirely different place that you don't even recognize is so rare it's practically unheard of. He's glad, suddenly, that he's in street clothes and that his Quidditch gear is stashed in a nondescript bag because it really wouldn't do to show off his broom and other gear in a non-magical city. It's difficult to tell if that's really what it is though and his blood feels like it's thrumming in his veins violently, fingers all but twitching to urge his wand from his sleeve. He resists though, barely, licking his lips nervously.

He moves then, quickly, absconding to an alley so he can try again. Get where he's supposed to be. It doesn't work though, and he doesn't realize that it's because the place he's going doesn't exist here and he's worried suddenly that something is dampening his magic. He can't feel any wards in place that should stop him, but the ones at Hogwarts that barred Apparation were sophisticated enough to not be felt either. Suddenly curious and alarmed, he eyes an alleyway down the street, commits the location to memory, and goes.

It works.

Now that is something to panic about even more. Albus breathes out harshly through his nose but when he starts to move through the city again he's walking fast, head tipped down and bag high on his shoulder. He really doesn't have the time or energy for this, but he's got to get his bearings and figure out what's happening.

/SNATCHES UP

[unyieldingebony]

Scorpius had been settling into life in the City fairly well, though he was starting to get rather homesick. Even when he'd been at Hogwarts, he'd still written his mother every day, and he'd had Al with him. Now all he had was the photograph he'd found in his welcome box- it was a picture of him and Al at Al and Rose's combined graduation party. He couldn't help but carry it around with him, though that was partially out of worry that Draco would discover it. He didn't want to have that conversation until he was a little more certain of how it would go.

He was knocked out of his reverie, rather a dangerous thing to be in, even in a nicer part of the city like this, by a very familiar face. The very one he'd just been thinking about.

"Al?"

The Creature/"Xeno" | Frankenstein | CRAU from Throne of Shadows

[isthistheregion]

New Arrival

The ground here is hard, unforgiving stone, dotted with buildings so tall that they obscure the sky. The streets are a maze filled with noise and impossibly fast vehicles.

He sticks to the shadows, unwilling to draw too many eyes as he wanders. For the most part, the people on the side of the road pass him without any more than a glance, but he still can feel their eyes skating over the scars on his face. Can all but smell the apprehension, the disgust. After months of being treated with relative acceptance by the Nysgods and those the Grasp had chosen, the all-too-familiar look in these strangers' eyes irritates an old, anxious itch that makes him want to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide — or to lash out, to step into the light and challenge them to keep staring.

Before too long, the looming buildings and the fearful glances start to feel like a cage. But the nearest building has enough ledges and adornments to be an easy climb. Perhaps some greater perspective can be gained from higher ground.

The Creature leaps up easily to grasp the first window ledge, and starts to ascend.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik sees the... man? climbing and raises himself onto the roof. By the time the Creature reaches the top, Erik is waiting.

"That's a different way to get up here," he notes. "What are you doing?"

Caius Vitale (OC) | Highlander Universe | CRAU from CoS

[solus_unus]

Dreams were something that Caius had every night. Some were of the past, others were of things that made a person reach for the dream book once they awoke to find out what they could possibly mean. But then there were the vivid dreams the immortal dreamed of places and people (or voices) that somehow seemed to have been apart of his existence that he never recalls living.

He was having one such dream when his eyes opened and fixed on the room around him, immediately remembering distantly, but recalling none the less. It felt like ages since he woke up in that same room. And then like a dam's gates opening, a flood of memories came back to him.

It didn't take long to make his way to the club Caius remembers owning and his feet carry him there without delay or confusion. Once at OHM, he finds the key he once hid under the lip of the raised concrete ledge of the freight doors and hoists himself up and through the back door. Before long, the immortal is standing outside the place he designed and built that he left to someone he hoped was still there being held captive by the City.

Caius takes a moment to look around once inside before grinning.

"Lucyyyyyy, I'm homeeeeee."

[guessihavelostcount]

Completely unaware of someone sneaking in through the back door, Claire stands in the bedroom that had once belonged to another immortal before she claimed it as her own. She hadn't touched most of the things that had been left behind but mainly just inserted her own, meager possessions in along with them. She still didn't feel right getting rid of Caius' things. Eventually, maybe, but still not right now.

She is just tugging on a shirt over a pair of shorts when she hears the call through the apartment. At first, it doesn't register as being strange. That lasts for a second before her breath hitches slightly in surprise (and a tinge) of fear. Then it really clicks and she is flying out of the bedroom to see if it's really who she thinks it is.

At the sight of Caius, she skids to a stop and holds her breath. There is a chance he won't recognize her but maybe....

"Do you know who I am?"

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars OT

[neverjoinyou]

01. A New Arrival

Luke's in little danger of being mugged.

Though he might seem an apt target--slight, floppy hair, big eyes, young--his awareness of his surroundings goes beyond normal, and naturally he's even more on the alert now. While his lightsaber isn't in his hand, he has an intense awareness of where that is, too, dangling from his belt. The weight of his blaster is, however, missing, and that's slightly unnerving.

Not that he's looking to use it.

No, he'd much rather figure out what he's doing here, and get out. Get back. He has things to do, the fringes of an Empire to wipe out, the knowledge of the ancient Jedi to recover. He doesn't have time for this.

[prefers_magneto]

It's different since he changed. He used to surmise when people were new by their bearing, their body language... now he knows.

He considers the young man for a moment.

"You think you're lost. You're not. You're supposed to be here."

Ace | A Marvel Universe

[aces_and_eights]

1. Welcome Back Koter

It had been a pleasant dream but sleep was being displaced slowly by consciousness. Slowly until he grasped it and snapped to, sitting bolt upright in the still made bed.

This isn’t right

It was close, but not quiet the apartment he had known before. A color off, something missing and let us not forget to mention the fog that clouded the mutants thoughts.

Yesterday he had been with Draco at the gym and talked to the French guy about fencing lessons. But that didn’t feel right. It felt like an age ago.

And the dream keeps slipping away.

“Mother fucker!” Apologies to those occupying apartments near his, the fuzz in his brain short circuits the control of his powers, making the epitaph rumble much louder than he would ever intend.

Again, fucking again. A brush of his hand through his hair and he bounced off the bed towards the kitchen, ignoring the box sitting nicely at the foot of the king sized bed.

[ooc: Wrath dwellers feel free to knock]


2. Well, when in doubt, hit a bar.

If he recalled correctly there was a place not all that far off, and thanks to his re-arrival he had some pocket change. Though there was something wrong with his fridge since it had not one bottle(not one) of beer within.

So off to the dive it was. At least they usually had something that passed as live music. So off he stalked, not really paying much attention to the path he took as he wrestled with his thoughts centering around being roped into this stupid City once again.

Once there however, the kid would relax. The place was busy, and the low rumbling of many conversations hummed right along with what could only be described as alien blues being played by a quartet on the make do stage. Yes it was an affront in many ways, after all things weren’t in tune, but it was at least something he remembered well as he bellied up to the bar and laid his figurative two bits on the top of it.

3. Networking

After an hour or so of coming to grips with familiar settings he snags the phone. A thumb swipe and there is his face in one corner of the interface.

So, how long have I’ve been gone this time? Cause, really I’ve gotten no fuckin’ clue.

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4. Your choice!
[OOC: I’m easy, so run with it. If anything comes up that causes a balk I’ll let you know!]

3.

[prefers_magneto]

Ages.

[A beat. And if you think there's something different about Erik now - a slightly different timbre to his voice, a different bearing - you're correct.]

Welcome back, Mr Hetfield.

Harry Potter | The Boy Who Had Books Named After Him

[thebreakingwave]

[01. A New Arrival]
With a rather inelegant wuff of air, Harry found himself dropped on the sidewalk. Cautiously, he stood up and checked himself over for injuries while trying to get a feel for where on earth he'd ended up. Last he knew, he'd been in Cornwall, running as fast as he could through a series of increasingly twisty streets while trying to catch up with a duo of magical smugglers.

Still flushed from exertion, he withdrew a large, brassy coin from his pocket and tapped on the image of a portcullis. Nothing happened. No warmth, no vibration. Either his whole team was dead (unlikely), or in his headlong pursuit, he'd run through a magical tripwire and been flung into some other city.

Right then. This is a mess. A proper mess. After taking a breath to steady himself, Harry made an effort to focus on the details around him. What languages were spoken? What clothing were people wearing? If it was magic gone awry, he could be anywhere or anywhen. Small mercies that he wasn't splinched.

[03. Party Hard]
Harry could be outfitted in the season's latest and best (and he's certainly he's not), and he'd still feel utterly out of place. In the years since the war, he's learned a little of how to enjoy himself at a party, but he's quite sure that it's never going to be anything he's skilled at. That said, he has mastered the art of standing off to the side, listening to others, and making a dent in the host's supply of canapes. What? He's got priorities.

"You know, I never would've thought of that" is the line Luna had coached him to say with sincerity and he's found that it works just as well he as it did among British wizards.

ew potter.

[alphaophiuchi]

It hadn't gone unnoticed that there was a very familiar face hanging out off to one side. It was a face Draco hadn't seen in at least a year, despite having been away from home for over three, and one that he wasn't necessarily fond of, so much as he was used to.

And also maybe had sort of missed, but they weren't going to discuss that. There wasn't even any sign thus far that this Harry remembered being there before, and that threw all hope of whatever progress they'd made straight out the window.

"That's a horrid line, you know," Draco greeted, sauntering over with two glasses of wine. One was held out to Harry, the blond's expression deadpan rather than inviting or friendly. "I realise you're trying to defer to people, but it makes you simply sound dim."

Malcolm Reed | Star Trek Enterprise | CRAU from that place that came before the City

[tactical_alert]

[Trouble]

This feels familiar. A lone man walking the streets, streets that perhaps he shouldn't be. And those who want to take advantage of it, a small gang of three. With brass knuckles and sneers occasionally missing teeth. The cliched 'well well well what have we here, boys', and the lone man actually rolls his eyes and subtly changes his stance.

He's waiting for the first punch. And when it does, he's ready. Malcolm is starting to age, and sitting in the captain's seat doesn't have him out and about on missions the way he used to, but that doesn't mean he's let himself get rusty in the fine are of putting people who only think they know what they're doing in their place. He still ends up with at least one fist in his ribs before they get on the ground and stay on the ground, and he winces, rolling his shoulders and rubbing the sore spot. A little slow there, slugger.

"And that is what happens when you spend all your time watching old films and emulating them instead of actually coming up with a plan." Honestly, people never learn.

[Pirate Drinking Songs]

Malcolm's slipped into Liam's in Leisurebrook for a few drinks, surrounded by the familiar naval trappings he'd mostly left behind as a young lad. He drinks slowly and doesn't plan on overindulging; compared to some of the bars he'd passed, this is a a pleasant place filled with the hint of fanciful tales of pirates rum runners as well as old upheld traditions of Earth navies. It's not home, but it feels good with the sea air wafting in, the sound of water lapping under the bustle of the place, far enough away not to make him panic and close enough to close his eyes and breathe it in for a few short moments. Doesn't necessarily strike up conversation with those next to him at the bar but doesn't shoo anyone away.

If he doesn't have any idea how long the City is going to make him stay this time, then he might as well start finding new haunts to...haunt.

Pirate Drinking Songs

[diana_abel]

Diana preferred playing in coffee shops. Maybe it was the caffeine, or the sense of mid-day work camaraderie. No one ever went to coffee shops when they were depressed.

The lighting wasn't helping either.

They'd tucked her into a tiny, tired corner, asking her to play mellow songs without lyrics. Her hands were almost idle, strumming her guitar without a thought. No one was paying her any attention anyway. She'd even started challenging herself to play some of her songs backwards. Just...to see if she could.

It probably wasn't even worth it to put out her tip bucket.

Khadgar | Warcraft ('16)

[trustwhiskers]

[Trouble]
Khadgar hadn't been here more than a day or two, still sticking out like a sore thumb more due to his clothing that he hadn't let go of yet. He would have to before the week was out he was certain, but for now it was a point of familiarity in a strange place. Perhaps it was the clothing, size, and his gray hair that made him look like a prime target to be picked on. He knew he didn't look like any sort of fighter.

Thus when he ended up cornered in an alley he wasn't immediately worried despite the fact there were three of them and they had the only exit blocked. He definitely unnerved them when he threw them back with magic, one hand glowing with a runed magic matrix as he shouted the incantation for the spell. The words 'Sha’la ros' echoing a little along the alley's walls. It made one of the three decide to turn heel and run, leaving him with two to deal with.

Slightly better odds. And they were eyeballing him with a new wariness and caution now. Hopefully, he could convince them that he wasn't worth the trouble without anyone getting hurt.

[Demonic Presences]

Perhaps he shouldn't have stayed out so late at the library, but he'd made it home before without being molested. The few that might have caused him trouble fled at the first sign of him summoning his magic to hand, at the sight of the magic turning his eyes a blazing blue.

However, these shadows were something he hadn't encountered before now. They hadn't fled at the first sign of magic, and while he was keeping them from touching him currently, they weren't going away. It led to him slowly working his way out of the area in a roundabout way that let him refrain from giving them his back. He was tempted to see if certain spells could take them out, but given the buildings in the area around them, he dared not cast the spells for fear of damaging the buildings more than the shadowy demons that were plaguing him. He just hoped he didn't end up exhausting himself in defense before he managed to escape them.

[Carnival]

The booths and rides made him think of the Darkmoon Faire. It was nice to find that the city was capable of producing something as lighthearted and fun as this. Though he refrained from the rides, he did partake from the food booths and check out the other booths. It was a nice way to watch the people of the city actually enjoying themselves for once and at times he could be found seated on a nearby bench, a journal resting over one leg as he sketched something in it with a pencil or pen.

Carnival

[rainbow_road]

It was then that a shadow loomed over Khadgar. A shadow with bright blue hair that wasn't causing shadows to appear intentionally, she was just blocking the light from the streetlight behind her. The shadow from her cotton candy did look a bit like a ghost, however.

"What are you drawing?"

Nosiness, thy name was Tonks.

Moira MacTaggert | X-Men First Class (pre-Cuba)

[usingmyassets]

o1. New Arrival

Definitely not Charles' estate. Or any city she's been in. Moira sighed, poking at the rather clunky radio phone in her hands. She had her gun easy to access while she juggled the phone and her bag, and despite her apparent absorption in the phone she was very much aware of where she was and who was around her.

At least until she dropped the damn phone and her bag, the contents and phone spilling out everywhere. Moira dropped to her knees, careful of her stockings, and started picking up her belongings, cursing quietly under her breath in Russian and German.

[prefers_magneto]

She wouldn't recognize the shoes, per se, but she would probably recognize the voice.

"Translating 'fuckstockings' into German doesn't make it a swear word."

Peter Petrelli | Heroes

[myowndestiny]

1 - Arrival

Well, this wasn't New York. It didn't seem to be any other city he recognized, either, and- there was something really weird about it. "Hiro?" he called out, earning a few strange looks from other passers-by. No overly-enthusiastic Japanese man with a sword appeared, unfortunately. Peter sighed and checked the pockets of his paramedic uniform. Wallet, keys, shears, gloves, pens…nothing out of the ordinary. It looked like someone must have just popped him over to wherever this was.

"Sylar?" he tried again, voice somewhat lowered. He was fully expecting he was on his own, but he might as well give it a shot.


5 - Trouble

Of course Peter had to intervene. He was not the sort of person who could just watch someone getting picked on in the middle of the street. It was clear there was some sort of bullying going on, with a few guys circling around someone smaller, someone frightened.

"Hey! Hey, stop! What d'you think you're doing? Leave him alone!" he yelled as he briskly walked up to them. He'd forgotten he'd switched out telekinesis for flight earlier in the day. He was really regretting it as the group of three immediately turned their attention to him. Without even a preamble, punches started flying his way. This was probably not going to end well for him.


6 - Carnival

Peter walked through the carnival, looking rather unimpressed. He'd promised he'd come, just so he'd get out of the house. But...ugh. He didn't want to do any of it. He leaned up against the closest wall he could find and just watched the spectacle for awhile. A kindred spirit joined him, and he eyed the newcomer with a nod of acknowledgement. "You know, carnivals just don't have the same appeal they used to."

1

[itsdesigner]

The sound of his name, or at least a name he'd used once, catches his attention. No one called him Akihiro anymore. Hell, most of the people he knew weren't even aware that was his last name.

The same voice calls out another name and he gives the guy a once over, not recognizing him in the least bit. Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

"Lost?" Daken asks quietly, announcing himself as he steps closer. He's smartly dressed and well groomed, though his mohawk clashes a little with the expensive looking shoes, pants and vest. He appears genuine and leaves the stranger a comfortable amount of personal space, playing the part of a helpful passerby for now.

Trouble of course

[prezstandsalone]

Nathan hadn't been in the City long but he'd already tangled with the demons a few times. They seemed to think he was easy pickings, but he'd been happy to wipe the floor with them. It gave him something better to focus on other than the fact he'd died and been brought back to life. He hated looking in the mirror and seeing the scar across his throat.

But that wasn't the thing to focus on right now. There was someone surrounded by those dammed demons. He floats above the grouping "Hey idiots leave the fresh meat alone." He flicked his hand and sent a blast of wind at the nearest demon.

Nathan Petrelli l Heroes

[prezstandsalone]

Trouble

In this place barely a week and Nathan was already annoyed for someone who was dead five days ago. These shadow demons seemed to enjoy driving him crazy. Now three of them had been trailing him for three blocks and Nathan was tried of it. He could have just flown away and that would have been the end of it, but he wanted to make a point. Sin or not, he was not going to be easy picking for these things.

He turned around and a slight breeze kicked up around me. "You want me come and get me," he rasped.

Party Hard

Nathan was reminded of parties back home when he first arrived. The opulence of the place was a bit over the top, but the gossip and backbiting wasn't new. Ignoring the wine and other drinks a recovering alcoholic should avoid he filled his plate with food and stayed on the edge of the crowd people watching and trying to take in useful information.

Party Hard

[guessihavelostcount]

Claire was ignoring the wine for the evening because there was some nights when she just didn't feel like going through the motions of pretending alcohol did something to her. That and if she was really going to drink? She would choose something harder like tequila.

Slipping through the party, she was considering heading out early when something familiar caught her gaze. Stopping dead, she blinked at the man who was standing by the food while looking around. She knew there was a chance that it wasn't him but she still held onto a bit of hope as she moved into his line of sight. If it was Nathan, he would say something. If it was a doppelganger, well, she would figure it out quickly.

Daken / Marvel Comics

[itsdesigner]

I
Alternate dimensions and timelines weren't exactly out of the ordinary where Daken was from. Neither was being abducted unfortunately. He had to admit though, this was the first time he'd been given a new phone and dropped in the middle of a bustling and unfamiliar city. Being that he'd arrived in the same thing he'd been wearing, slacks and a t-shirt, he was just counting himself lucky that he hadn't been in spandex.

The strangest thing was that no one really seemed to notice that he'd just suddenly arrived, everyone milling around minding their own business. He scrutinized people as they passed by, constantly expecting the next person who approached him to announce themselves as his kidnapper and start to explain, but nothing.

Finally, someone actually makes eye contact, "Excuse me. What's the name of this city?"

III
The drinks and decent food were a nice bonus, but Daken had come to the party in hopes of meeting whoever this person was who called himself the Emperor. He was starting to have some serious doubts that they had any real power though.

He was here, he might as well enjoy himself. And what was more enjoyable than fucking with people. Of course, he'd prefer to harass someone interesting, so he nurses his drink and quietly observes the crowd for a bit before grabbing two fresh drinks and heading over to someone to start up a conversation.

"Looks like you could use a refill," He practically purrs, offering out the drink, "I'm starting to wonder if anyone here knows our elusive host."

[ooc~ if you pick this one please let me know whether or not it's okay for Daken to use his pheromones on your character and whether or not they'd be effected by them. they generally don't work or have limited effects on non-humans or those who don't have to breathe (i'm looking at you vampires). also feel free to have them question why they might be feeling whatever he decides to make them feel. honestly, just have fun with it and feel free to PM me if you'd like :D]

V [tw ~ blood and violence]
Snikt.

Not quite. His claws didn't make the same sound. They didn't have to. Seeing two long claws slide out from a person's fist generally got the same reaction as three blades.

One of the thugs does the smart thing and runs, nearly tripping over his own feet as he disappears down the alley. His friend, however, seems to think his gun offers him some kind of protection. He only manages to pull the trigger twice, on shot hitting Daken in the shoulder the other thudding harmlessly into the brick wall behind him, before he's face down in the alley, throat slit. Daken staggers slightly, biting back a low snarl, more angry at the fact that his shirt is ruined than at the pain and injury itself.

III

[theycalledmeacurse]

Yet another party thrown by the Emperor. It wasn't Rogue's first, and she found herself wondering what the big event would be at this one. None of the parties were ever exactly what they seemed, after all. So there she was, in a dark green dress with long white gloves, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

What she wasn't expecting was to be greeted with a fresh glass by a man she'd yet to meet in the City. She eyed him for a moment before taking the drink and giving a slight, elegant shrug. "There are more than a few who've had the pleasure of meeting him, but whether anyone actually knows him... Well, I doubt it," she commented in her smooth southern drawl before taking a sip of her drink.

[Definitely do the thing! Rogue will be effected, and she'll likely realize he's doing something before too long because this isn't her first rodeo.]

Ianto Jones | Torchwood (will match you with prose or actionspam)

[thislifetime]

A New Arrival:

Finding himself somewhere that he hadn't been before was less of an oddity than Ianto Jones would have liked to admit.

We are coming.

That sent cold chills down his back, how the children of Earth had all stopped what they were doing and began chanting. All of them at once. Now he had somehow ended up here. Straightening his charcoal grey suit and crimson tie, his eyes moved upwards to search the skyline for some recognisable sign. Now was not the time for him to go missing. Jack needed him.

The mobile he found in his suit pocket was a surprise. It wasn't his, of course, although the style was alike. Unsurprising that the numbers for Gwen, Jack and even Jack's emergency office line came up as invalid calls. A little more work uncovered the network for him, a strangely closed off feature.

To the average person, Ianto may have looked like nothing more than a man too engrossed in his mobile. Only the sharp-eyed would have seen the discreet touch he made to the gun carried in a side-cheater holster to reassure himself that he wasn't unarmed. Someone was in for a nasty surprise if they thought kidnapping him was going to cripple Torchwood or be an easy thing.

[capj_harkness]

Jack...didn't reallybelieve it. Ianto had been in the City, so changed and so long ago, back when he first arrived......but it'd been years. Years. And a lot of water under the bridge. When he saw him standing there, on the street, engrossed in the device, he just stilled and watched.

Maybe it wasn't even really him.

He knew it was; he'd recognize that expression of concentration anywhere.

Thomas Raith | the Dresden Files

[prodigalvampire]

Arrival
Finding himself in hairy (no pun intended) situations wasn't a new occurrence for Thomas. Before actually allying with his brother, he'd done his best to avoid them, but danger had always lurked just around the corner, most of the time threatened by the same people who'd raised him. 'Family' meant something slightly different to Thomas Raith. After Harry Dresden, though, threats had become a lot more numerous, a lot more life-threatening, and a lot more disgusting. That being said, through all the crap his little brother had pulled him into, he'd never just appeared somewhere else without any prior knowledge of leaving the place he was. He's in nice slacks, a silken blue button-down, and coordinated shoes. He'd been working at his salon, after all. He'd just gone to check his email in his office.

Now he was in a city he didn't recognize, surrounded by...feelings. Needs? They were everywhere at once, and it was only years of resistance that kept him from acting upon them. In this unknown place, he felt naked, exposed, vulnerable. He had no weapons, no orientation, and there was something...off about the place. If Harry had anything to do with this, he certainly wasn't around to blame. Thomas was on his own. It wasn't an unfamiliar situation, but no matter how many times he ended up that way, it never got any more comfortable.

The tall, pale, dark-haired man took a steadying breath, gray eyes alert as he walked down the sidewalk without any real destination. He was looking for something, some sort of clue, but he didn't know what it was. He hoped he'd know what it was whenever he found it, or at least when he found another person.

Arrival

[ishisstrength]

Strange was a relative term but Justine felt as if this classified as such. She felt disoriented and lost like a piece of her had been ripped away from her chest. She’d never been without the court and now she found herself alone on the street in an unfamiliar city. She slowly exhaled before turning and stepping forward. She wasn’t going to wait around and see what might happen next.

Her build was slim with curves that drew the eye down the length of her figure. She wore a full white form-fitting plastic cat suit that covered almost everything while leaving every bend and curve to her figure fully exposed. Her silver-white hair was held up in a bun by a pair of chopsticks while her heels clicked rhythmically against the ground. Her unblemished attire was out of place among the city. She walked confidently with her chin held above the doubts and fears that stirred within her chest. That was until she saw Thomas.

Justine felt her throat dry as she caught sight of the look on his face. A few steps forward and her dark eyes are once more captivated by his. "Thomas? Do you know how we got here?" If someone knew she felt as if it might be him.

[Let's see how this goes?]

Kei | Moon Child

[burnedbythesun]

01 Arrival

He had wanted to see the sun, to be released from his prison and his curse, but he'd been given no such pardon. His stomach turned and his fingers rose to his lips as if in a dream like state. His dark eyes scanned the street staying to the shadows despite the fact that the tall buildings keep the sun away.

Kei walked like he was drunk. He staggered to the side with his shoulders hunched over. Red fabric swirled around his knees as the wind grabbed at his jacket. His hair was startling blond and it was hard to tell if it was dyed or not.

He pressed his palm against the cold brick of a building, forcing himself to focus on this new strange city. He just wanted to die.

05 Trouble

As he staggers through the city he tried to avoid people but it was simply impossible. If someone got to close he'd move fast and pin their arms to their sides, his gleaming white teeth shine in the dim lighting as he seeks to quench his thrust.

If he's able to hold back you'll find yourself being pushed away but if he can't you'll feel a pinch against your neck and the sinking feeling in your chest as blood was pulled from your body.

01

[myowndestiny]

Peter was on his way to the hospital when he saw someone having a tough time getting around. It seemed rather out-of-place for this time of day, and he wondered if this figure was drunk or sick.

Peter approached, calling out. "Hey. Sorry, do you need any help? Can I help you get anywhere?"

Justine | the Dresden Files

[ishisstrength]

Arrival

Strange was a relative term but Justine felt as if this classified as such. She felt disoriented and lost like a piece of her had been ripped away from her chest. A name rested on her lips but she knew, somewhere in the rational part of her mind, that he wouldn't come to save her. She'd never been without the court and now she found herself alone on the street in an unfamiliar city. She slowly exhaled before turning and stepping forward. She wasn’t going to wait around and see what might happen next.

Her build was slim with curves that drew the eye down the length of her figure. She wore a full white form-fitting plastic cat suit that covered almost everything while leaving every bend and curve to her figure fully exposed. Her silver-white hair was held up in a bun by a pair of chopsticks while her heels clicked rhythmically against the ground. Her unblemished attire was out of place when presented against the dark city. She walked confidently with her chin held above the doubts and fears that stirred within her chest.

Justine didn't know how long that would last. She was prone to random outbursts of emotions and being here now was putting her on edge. She had to find someone or something familiar.

Party Hard

This was something she knew: elegance, grace and those who spoke as if they were above others. She walked easily through the party looking as if she belonged and yet her beauty stood out. A soft smile teased her rosy red lips, her dark eyes promising something more than simply a polite conversation.

Justine held the stem of a glass pinched between her finger tips. The liquid inside was cold with small bubbles lifting to the surface. She brought the rim to her lips slowly taking a sip before eyeing the others in the room.

Neal Cassidy | OUAT

[alandwithoutmagic]

01: Arrival

Neal was used to this sort of thing but he usually knew what brought him to a new world. It wasn't that easy of a task and that worried him. He shoved his hands in his pocket and began searching for someone to ask.

"Hey, hey." He stepped up to the first person he could find. "Where is this?"

04: Prominence

He had no idea what was going on but it felt out of place. "magic?" He whispered the word softly as if that was the cause for everything. His heart hammered in his chest and his anger began to rise. It was all magic's fault in the first place.

It stole his father, his family, everything he had.

01

[seekingcrocodile]

He's finally starting to get out of his apartment for reasons other than work, although it has been a slow process. Even though he hasn't got any particular goal in mind right now, and is just out wandering, he's still fairly absorbed in his own thoughts and barely registering anything coming at him from the outside. Though a familiar voice is enough to get through to him.

He's a bit different in appearance from the way Neal remembers him, now that he's found a more practical jacket than the one he used to wear, and has toned down the leather. Slightly. Oh, and he has both hands now, too.

"You're in a place called the City of Sin. That's about all the information anyone has about it, too. We don't even know for sure how we got here or who brought us."

Han Solo|Star Wars Legends

[gotabadfeelingaboutthis]

01: Han Solo wasn't *too* worried about being mugged. He was no stranger to tough streets and possible thieves. Granted, for part of his life, he'd been *doing* the thieving, although he'd never gone in for strong arm stuff. These days, he might be a married man with kids, but he was still a scoundrel at his core, still very much the old Han Solo inside. He'd be able to take care of himself all right.

Leia and the kids were the first things on his mind. Was he here alone, or had they been dropped here too? They weren't anywhere close, or he'd have seen them already. Comming them didn't work, either. The thing just wouldn't put the call through. He didn't know what planet this was or how he got here, just that he wasn't happy about it and had one of his usual bad feelings about it.

He still had his blaster, for which he was grateful, and some of his Corellian swagger was still present as he started to move, keeping his eyes and ears open. If he could find the right person, maybe he could figure out where he was at and if there was a spaceport somewhere.

3. The Emperor. It wasn't hard to figure out the bad feeling that gave him. He hadn't seen the mysterious person yet, and just kept thinking he really hoped it didn't turn out to be THE Emperor, as in Palpatine. Killing one clone of that guy was enough, although it wouldn't surprise Han to see him here. Greed, Anger, Pride...the guy could corner the market on sins himself. But then, Palpatine wasn't the type for a party like this, he guessed.

Of course, the free liquor was hard to pass up, and Han was sipping a drink while outside, a little more comfortable there than inside. He looked around, taking in the crowd that was here though he wasn't the type to go mingle too much either.

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[advanced]

5: Trouble

Bucky had been keeping a low profile since he arrived here.

The first day had been a whirl of confusion and desperate flight. He'd run as soon as he'd woken up somewhere new, suspecting any number of the world governments or organisations after him to have been the ones taking him captive. It wasn't until he came to a halt, chest heaving and eyes darting to take in all his surroundings, that he realised he didn't recognise this city at all. He'd been most places as the Soldier, seventy years of missions all over the world had given him that dubious extinction, but this was totally unknown.

The days that followed had been spent gathering information, tracking people of note, and making sure he had a safe place to go at night. Steve was here. Some of the other Avengers too, but Steve was the one who worried him, he wasn't ready to come face to face with him again. Not yet. That just made it more important to keep a low profile. That is, until some poor unfortunate decided to pick his pocket.

He reacted on instinct, gloved metal hand closing around their arm and pulling upwards to throw them out into the crowded street, where they hit some other poor unfortunate passing by.

[ishisstrength]

Justine had been adjusting to the city and hasn't had an easy time of it. She felt her madness pressing closer and closer to the surface and with each passing minute the struggle proved harder to contain. She'd first arrived in a costume of flower petals but has since changed into a short skirt and a white sweater. It clung to her beautiful frame creating alluring lines that drew the eyes down her frame. Her hair fell in dark waves over her shoulder while dark eyes peered out at the world around her. Her thin pale fingers touched a small file of something clamped within her hands.

As she made her way through the streets a man stepped up to intercept her. She barely heard him, her thoughts slipping through her fingers like sand. He reached for her arm digging his fingers into her sink while trying to pull her attention towards him. She tired to pull away but she was simply to weak. It was in that moment that Bucky's thief went sailing through the air, crashing against Justine's attacker. He released her arm and she took a few steps back her heels clicking against the pavement.

Her dark eyes turned to look at Bucky. "Thank you." Her voice was sweet and surprisingly strong given the maddened look in her eyes. She knew that he hadn't done that intentionally but she was thankful anyway. She wasn't used to being on her own and she felt it keenly the longer she spent in this city. The pair remained sprawled on the street and those passing by continued on their way ignoring them while giving Bucky a wide radius.

[ooc: Her PB will eventually have black hair however I need to get better with photoshop or find someone new. I apologize for any confusion.]

Regina Sharpe : World of Darkness (Forsaken) OC

[justthattimeofthemoon]

1. A New Arrival

She'd only meant to turn the corner to walk into the store. The statuesque woman faltered and swayed on the sidewalk, for a moment entirely overwhelmed with the sights and smells that assaulted her enhanced senses. This quite clearly was not her hometown. She knew those streets like the back of her hand.

"Okay." Regina muttered to herself, biting the inside of her cheek to ensure this wasn't some bizarre vision or dream. "Okay." She stood stock still on the sidewalk, listening to the sound of her own heart. This wasn't her territory and with new territory came the possibility that she'd stumbled into someone else's. The temptation was strong to change to Dalu, where her senses would be further enhanced and it would be easier to change if she needed to run or fight.

It was still easy enough to pull on her powers and to use the Sense of Taint to seek out what was around her. Oh Hell. She was positively surrounded by other beings. She marched up to the first person she could see and grabbed their arm. "Where am I?" Regina demanded to know, showing surprising strength for a woman who looked a positive waif.

[walkingaftermidnight]

Another new face was on the streets that night. He had been at a ritzy party earlier, and was dressed to impress. So when a hand grabbed his arm pulling him back, Elijah had to fight to keep from baring his fangs and scaring the strong ma.... woman back.

He stood there a moment confused staring at the woman. How the hell was she that strong. It only took a moment before the hairs of his arm and back of his neck started to rise. A wolf. It wasn't that hard to tell with his age. He shifted his eyes around. "Don't know, just arrived myself. I can tell you its not Manhattan."

Coil - aka "Sheila" | OC (Corrupted Muse)

[hollow_threat]

05. Trouble

There's a song playing in Coil's head as she walks down the street, taking in the sounds and colors and sheer, beautiful chaos of the city.

"Did you ever see a dream walking? Well, I did..."

She's not exactly sure what this place is, and she knows it sure as hell isn't safe. No, not at all, not even for her. But somewhere nearly, someone's having a panic attack, and that's its own lovely little melody. There's a mugger in an alley wondering if he should kill next victim or not. The man on the corner is wondering how much of a mess it would make if he stepped in front of the 3:20 to the Tower. It's all like a whiff of fresh ocean air to her, but she's got her own tune playing.

"Did you ever have a dream thrill you, with 'will you be mine'...?"

It's a lovely voice, but also vaguely eerie if you're sane... as if played ever so slightly out of tune, or by two singers in strangely broken harmonization. She strolls along as she hums to herself, in platform boots and rose-lace tights under her velvet dress, and however she got here? It's like a vacation.

Especially when a particularly friendly passer-by grabs her ass with full-palm, hands-on enthusiasm, and the crack of breaking fingers follows, along with a sugary smile on heavily painted lips.

06. Carnivale

She loves masks, and even though this one is only thin foil and cardboard, she coos over it cheerfully, peering out from behind the punctured eyeholes with heavily mascara'ed eyes. Her brilliant red hair, the long ends streaked with black, lends to the riotous impression, as does her long purple velvet coat and precariously tall platform boots. In spite of the heel boost, she is a tiny thing, 5'2" or 5'3", and currently, nearly overflowing with stuffed animals and prizes...one of which she cheerfully smashes into the arms of someone passing close to her.

"Here, cupcake. You look like this would do you some good," she chirps brightly, giving a little bounce on her toes. Yes, in those shoes.

carnivale

[itsdesigner]

There were a number of mask 'stations' offering a huge selection of masks from the simplest, cheap strip of white paper to jewel encrusted, ornate works of art. Daken hadn't been intending to buy a mask, but then he'd stumbled over the perfect one, a half mask styled after an oni kabuki mask. How could he resist?

The mask really doesn't do anything for his anonymity, since it doesn't hide his mohawk or his recognizable tattoo. No, anyone who knew him would easily be able to tell it was him. The mask does, however, hide his look of complete confusion and slight irritation when a small stuffed animal is pressed into his chest while he's strolling along minding his own business.

"... Is that supposed to be a dog?" He hasn't actually moved to take a hold of the toy.

Richard B. Riddick | Riddick

[plays_for_blood]

1. New Arrival
It wasn't the first time he'd woke up and not know just where he was, seemed to happen a lot. Usually though he remembered what put him out prior to waking up in some strange hell hole. This time it was different. Still, it didn't seem that bad, as far as prisons went this one looked like it had all the little luxuries. And from what he could see, was by far one of the larger ones he'd been in, not that it mattered much; he'd still find out just where he was and how to get out.

Keeping out of sight from most, the first thing he did was get himself some new clothes. Something that would help him blend in a bit more and let him gather a bit of information. Of course the next thing was to find a weapon, preferably something sharp.

"Where's a guard when you need one?"

They were always chumps, thinking they were untouchable. Most of them were idiots and didn't know how to use a weapon anyways, so they were always easy to take. And the ones that were any good at their job, well usually they had the best; so either way he'd get what he needed. Guess there was one way to find out, the next person that walked by prompted Riddick to actually speak up a bit.

"Hey you."

[aces_and_eights]

So the kid was taking the long route back from his meeting to his pad. He had a lot to think about but details were hard to grab ahold. A cigarette in one hand, hair mostly in his face he moved with an easy purpose. One that relayed that subtle signal to most of 'I'm busy'.

Then there is a gravely address that catches his ear and after another pull on the cig he turned a bit.

"Yea?"