Test Drive Meme 004

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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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City of Sin on the ATP

→ 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: You've just arrived in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a very strange sense of having been displaced. Thankfully, you don't appear to be alone. Here's hoping that person passing by is helpful, and doesn't plan on mugging you or something! 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. Maybe you'll find someone who can help you fight off that shadowy thing that's creeping towards you! 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a massive, elegant party at the Tower 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: People have been telling you all about the City influencing your thoughts and feelings. You’re finally getting to experience that. One of the sins is in prominence, and you’re feeling the force of it fully. 05. Welcome to Fight Club: You’ve been dragged unwillingly into the Coliseum and told to fight some of your fellow Chosen to the death. Are you willing to comply? Or would you rather sacrifice yourself 06. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure!

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Ashe Corven || The Crow City of Angels || Scenarios 3

[santa_muerte]

Ashe had looked over the invitation over and over. It had to be a mistake, who would invite him to a ritzy party? Even looking in the mirror he didn't see his handsome face smiling back as much as he saw the the irony mask he had once wore. Irony was the right mask for him after all. The thought was repeated as he made his way in showing the invite.

He might not belong, but what guy turns down free beer? Not one with some of their marbles left. Ashe had gotten his hands on a suit, black with off white pinstripes. It looked nice, and his hair slicked back so he looked a little more respectable. Like he used to for Church. This was not chruch thought, he could tell that easy enough as he made his way in, his green eyes scanning the room of others invited. Quite a party indeed.

[prefers_magneto]

"You look like you're going to church," a voice said in wry amusement from behind his shoulder before a man in a well-cut grey suit and purple silk tie stepped past him to the buffet table.

"I take it you're new around here."

[santa_muerte]

He heard the voice before seeing the man, his eyes finally landing on the other man. Ashe was a slinder man but had an okay height, just shy of six goot. He gave a crooked smile then.

"Makes sense, its what I bought it for. The way I see it a man should own at least one suit good enough for church to be buried in." Morbid, maybe, but he smiled as he said it, his accept was a little strange, close to french but mixed with something else. "Yes, I've not been here long. My name's Ashe." He spoke offering a hand over.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik did hit six feet and the comment about having a suit to be buried in made him smirk a little. He shook the hand.

"Erik."

He nodded vaguely towards the outside world.

"What district did you end up in?"

[santa_muerte]

Ashe shook in return, a strong shake as he had always been impressed on young that a man must do.

"Nice to make your acquaintance."

Ashe actually looked the direction Erik had motioned before nodding, who really knew if it was at the question or in general. "The Coliseum District, it's pretty nice."

[prefers_magneto]

"I know," Erik said mildly. "I live there." He gestured to the party going on around them.

"So what do you think?"

[santa_muerte]

Ashe nodded and amused smile painted his features. Unlike the paint he used to don. It was just a playful smile, mostly because how amusing it was for the first person at the party happened to live in the same district he loved in.

"It's... strange but not bad." He answered honestly, looking out at the crowd. "I am not really used to events like this, but being new it is a welcomed strange." Back home he was broke, and no one of means would have invited him to do more than play under their hood.

[prefers_magneto]

"'Welcome' is an interesting word to use. I think 'ominous' was more my thought about it when I first arrived."

But that was a long time ago. He took a sip of his drink.

"Anyone you know live here?"

[santa_muerte]

"You've never been to Los Angeles, I am guessing. Compared to that this is a welcome." His LA was a nearly literal hellhole.

He shook his head some at that, scanning over the room once more. "Not a soul one that I have come across. Is it something that happens often? People you know coming coming here?" He asked, an idle ping in his chest, a low desperate wish that maybe his son may come... maybe Sarah. A dead man can dream after all.

[artistwithasickness]

It was another party. Devi was slowly having her fill of those; the suits and silk, the lights, the champagne. Oh, the champagne. It was a Girl's best friend, considering the 6 inch heels that put her at an even 6'2, or the long, black corset, off the shoulder styled dress that showed off her figure and still spoke plenty to her goth and punk tendencies with the buckles and belt.

It was also her third glass and she sipped it from her barstool lazily with an apathetic stare over the crowd. If nothing else, she had to admit that it was worth coming, just to see everyone else all dressed up and getting drunk, like their lives weren't all a little chaotic and messy.

[santa_muerte]

Ashe was walking back from a crowd, his hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way towards the bar, it was time for a drink. It was by fate that he ended up stepping up next to her seat, motioning for the bar tender.

"Just another beer." he spoke, his strange accent screamed the old world. Hard to place but, a nice accent all the same. A bit of his slicked back hair had fallen from place so he ran a hand through his hair, a small clearly woman's engagement ring was on his left ring finger. In the moment of fixing his hair he noticed the woman sitting beside where he stood, just a simple smile offered. "Hello."

[artistwithasickness]

Ashe caught the corner of her eye the closer he got, drawing a emerald green gaze that politely flicked out across the crowd as he pulled up to the bar properly, but it was the accent that called her attention back to him.

“Hello,” she returned after his greeting, lips canting in a crooked little half smirk. “I haven’t seen you around before -” And faces she knew, “You a new addition to our little.. commune?”

[santa_muerte]

He gave a faint smile in return, a slight chuckle escaping. "Quite the commune indeed." He commented, the people seemed a higher class breed than those he was used to seeing anymore. "I suppose I am though." He didn't offer a hand or anything like that, he just leaned on the bar looking to her as his drink was placed before him.

"I'm Ashe." He finally offered his name, after all she was a beauty.

[artistwithasickness]

Commune seemed a better label than prison. After all, at least they had a few comforts and Devi was at a point where she was actively looking for the upsides just to make sure they’re there. Free drinks and food at parties totally counted.

“Devi,” she replied, shifting so as to more fully face him but not offering a hand or anything in greeting. “You came at the right time, at least. Nothing like free food and an open bar. Your accents curious, pardon my asking but.. where’s it from?”

[santa_muerte]

Prison might have seemed more likely to some, Ashe liked the sound of commune. Ashe took a drink of the beer, sitting it back down to offer another pretty smile. "Nice name." He had to comment on it, it was a rare name.

He had to ponder it a moment. He hadn't really planned to tell anyone but she's cute and well, the accent did get attention. "Switzerland." It seemed easier than breaking it down some. He didn't miss the place at all. "And what about yours?" She sounded like she belonged in the City of Angel. Granted, she looked like it to, just not strung out.

[artistwithasickness]

Devi was still working with the idea of their commune being Purgatory or a twisted form of personal Hell, but even after nearly 5 months, she still hadn't decided.

"Switzerland," she repeats, crafted eyebrows arching in time as she adjusts a little, head tilting slightly as she smirks and glances him up and down. Well, Switzerland didn't do too badly at all.

"San Jose, California. Of course, I'd say I don't have an accent at all, but I think I'd get called out on it. That'll make this your first City party then? What do you think of it's glamour?"

Nevermind that the city obviously hadn't pulled out all the stops, it did well enough without them, regardless.

[santa_muerte]

He smiled, it was a touch shy, someone not used to being checked out anymore. It showed in the off handed fidgeting with both the beer glass and mild drumming of his fingers on the table. Sadly, the oil stains were still on his nails. He could never get them cleaned off for anything.

"It's a nice place, I suppose." He answered before a laugh finally escaped. "That explains it. You do have an accent. I had a feeling it was California. I've lived in the City of Angel's the past decade or so. Los Angeles." He didn't see a need to clarify, most knew it was LA. He shifted so he could look at the crowd, holding the beer as he put his back to the bar. His eyes going back to her each time he or she spoke. "Yes, it's my first party here. Its almost a little too rich for me, but free drinks, who turns that down?"

[solus_unus]

Another party. Really, this one had the immortal undecided until roughly 15 minutes before it started. Maybe his mind was too much on his club and not wanting to tear himself away from the inch by inch, day by day that brought him closer to seeing it to completion.

But, he went to the party and sat at the bar, eyeing the attendees with a rather detached look. Maybe later he'd seek out a certain Girl for a dance. Until then he tipped his glass for a drink as a new face meandered by, taking in his surroundings.

"It's not as elaborate as some of the others you'll get the chance to attend." Caius spoke, lifting a hand to get the bartender's attention.

[santa_muerte]

Being Ashe's first party in ages, he was pretty impressed, sitting at the bar watching all the fancy patrons dance and be merry. The green eyes of the man shifted to the one that spoke. A nice looking guy, on first glance Ashe figured the man was either nursing a broken heart or just bored with everything.

"I think this is elaborate enough, almost to rich for my tastes." After all, a church suit was likely not the best choice for every party. He looked back to the half drank beer before him. Even this was better than he was used to. He was used to cheap half stale gas station beer, and only when he was sure his son was asleep. Being free of responsibilities was a strange feeling for the once single father.

[solus_unus]

Being the ever perceptive one, Caius let himself casually look over the man; mind silently asserting and making his guesses on the other man's story without so much as looking like he was. He half smiled at the guy upon hearing his admission.

"That makes you pretty new here then. You have nothing to compare this to." Caius remarked with a soft, friendly laugh. He shifted his drink to the other hand and extended it out in greeting. "Name's Caius. When did you arrive?"

[santa_muerte]

Ashe didn't ever try to be more than he was. He didn't care much about money, it was nice sure, but it didn't buy love as the Beatles say. He laughed a little when Caius spoke again. "That obvious?" He questioned easily.

Turning in the chair he smiled a bit to wide "Ashe." He responded with his name in return as he took Caius' hand to shake. Just as he was about to answer more he remembered that he really shouldn't touch strangers. Luckily it wasn't a bad blast of emtion he got. At most he blinked and shook, quickly taking his hand back. "A couple days ago. Not long at all."

[solus_unus]

They would have that in common then; the immortal quite a nobody when it came to others. Then again, he was just a guy who... existed. For a really long time.

The grin the other man got was confirmation enough as he shook hands with him. "Ah, new blood. Really, despite all the influences it's not too much like L.A.

Speaking of.. where did the City pluck you from?"

[santa_muerte]

"Influences of LA? Are you certain?" He laughed a little, finally pulling his hand back and putting both hands on his glass. "I can certainly say it's no where near this nice. I would know I was just in LA before he woke up here." He spoke his answer and non-belief all in one. "The city of angels, more like the city of broken dreams." and yet he smiled as he said it. The irony, a smile does not always mean one is happy.

[solus_unus]

The immortal shrugged. "Maybe more of a mixture between Sin City and there. Then again, it's been about 50 years since I've been to either place."

He took a drink and looked at Ashe with a half smile of his own. No, he knew very well how to do that. "Yeah, and it sounds like you had your fair share of them."

[santa_muerte]

"....About 50 years?" He tilted his head a little more to one said than any normal person might. Like a curious bird. "You look no older than I."

He shrugged a bit. "Haven't we all? What is the good without the bad?" Granted some bad was just to bad to have to live through, but he had no choice in it.