cityofsin_ooc | 🚕 TEST DRIVE 017

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
Please note that all characters will initially arrive in their assigned housing; they are free to explore the City to their heart's content after that!

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 churning 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, filling 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 in the Tower District that spills out its doors in welcome. Obviously, this whole thing is weird and you don't know who your hosts are, 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 its 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 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? Villain.

06. Carnival: The City has carnivals or festivals now and then; you're lucky to catch one! With its 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. Network: There's a network device in your pocket - or at least a familiar object that seems to work in mysterious ways. Perhaps you can take to that and ask for a bit of help? Or maybe you'd prefer to have a little fun with all of this. Surely someone will reply.

08. Wild Card:Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The remnemtns of her powers had impressed themselves upon her with a permenence that worried her, when she wasn't outside the ring. But this place, full of sweat and blood and primal cries for more, made things painfully simple in a way she could digest right now.

Fight. Win or lose. Simple. Easy.

The fact that he didn't slide into a stance was something of note. Only people who could fight with nothing, with everything around them as their weapon did that kind of bullshit - it was a prep for literally anything that was sent his way.

That was fine. Devi was one to test waters anyway, see how easily her opponent fell into the punch and block rhythm of a standard sparring session, even though this wasn't what this was. He'd get a simple one two and if he blocked, she'd just continue her rhythmic punches to see how he dealt with pressure.

Her guard was up either way; one or two landed blows didn't mean she was winning. It didn't means she had any kind of lead.

Of course, he blocked them, as well as all the others that followed after. He was used to rapid succession because fighting where he came from was live or die. By any means necessary. Break their neck, arm, leg, jam something sharp into a jugular or in their neck, between the collar bones. There was a number of things he could do to end the fight there and then, but they were both meant to walk out of the fighter's circle alive.

And if walking wasn't going to happen then they at least had to have a heartbeat.

But as John blocked, reciprocated and progressed the fight, John's eyes shifted to be even more focused than they were. Focused and lethal, as if he was seeing someone else in front of him than who was really there.

It's like she wasn't even really there. There enough to throw the punches, but the guy didn't so much as look her in the face as look over the edge of her shoulder. It was a little unnerving to be honest but Devi wasn't about to let a little creep keep her off game.

She could feel the aggression amp up despite the lack of movement on his face - for every punch she threw, John picked his way through them and sent one back her way. The first few were blocked easily, but it wasn't long before she was on the defense and him the forward assault, driving her back onto her heels.

One good punch slipped behind her defenses and Devi reeled backwards with a rough note as pain flashed in front of her eyes. Two more punches and her slender frame dropped to the ground, scene spinning before her eyes.

"Fuck me," she slurred, feeling slightly drunk and oh so happy for the floor beneath her.

The crowd around them went wild, the rise of the cheers drowning out the heartbeat in her ears.

John heard nothing, though he was perfectly aware of everything going on; his focus and strength and the way his fist connects with the woman's face before the momentum twists and throws her back. John steps back, waiting for her to get up again. And when she doesn't he glances over to his right and sees someone standing among the cheering audience, grinning.

He looked back at the floor, without any expression and watched as a referee crouched by her head, asking her that question that fighters hated to have to make. Admitting defeat wasn't an easy thing to do for some people.

Still, he waited even though he knew the fight was over.

The sounds around her were muted and swam underneath a spinning vision that refused to focus on anything and while she knew what the ref in her ear was asking, the words themselves were a mockery of sound. John mighta knocked something loose.

All Devi could do was shake her head. No, she was done. No, she wasn't going to keep that going. People didn't get in solid hits that often and frankly, her head had spun. Still, the lean woman pushed herself to her feet, one hand propped on the refs shoulder as she shook her head again and waded into the crowd, happy to use whoever's shoulder was near to help stabilize herself as she aimed towards the back wall.

Water and a place to park her ass that wasn't the floor while she got the screws in her head back into place.

As soon as she was on her feet, John watched her leave and let someone raise his hand in victory before pulling it back and taking the exit closest to the payout table. He got the purse that he came for in the first place and when it was secured in his pocket on the inside of his suit jacket, he headed out.

Or got as far as the door before a couple guys stopped him to say that someone wanted to meet him. And somehow he knew it was the guy watching the fight after the girl went down. The guy, introduced as Elias, smiled as John approached. For the moment, all he wanted was to shake the hand of the man that tripled his money that evening. He also told John that he could keep the money coming for him, too, if he fought every week before shoving a business card into his hand.

How did he manage to call attention to himself like this all the time?

Glancing up, he saw the girl and gave her a nod before turning around and heading back towards the door. He was probably not anyone she wanted to see right now. The money in his pocket was no doubt supposed to be hers.

The last thing Devi was going to do was hang out in a place where she just got her ass handed to her. She couldn't help the instinctual paranoia that someone else might attack her with the idea that she was weak, tired, or easy and John had already done enough damage to her reputation tonight.

Reputation wasn't something that Devi tended to put a lot of stock in but she'd found a little self pride down here in the pits and it had been sounded beaten.

She took a few minutes to catch her breath before scooping her jacket up, world still fuzzy around the edges. Fuzzy enough that she almost didn't catch John's nod, but she did and it stirred her curiosity.

There was only one way outta the pit, both of them heading that direction and Devi paused as they came up on it, gesturing almost sarcastically, fingers lazy and tired, in front of her for him to go first.

"Age before beauty."

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