cityofsin_ooc | Test Drive 007

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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Shooting with a weapon was something that Devi had always found to be an elusive kind of talent; she personally detested the things for a few reasons, but their necessity sometime was never a question. So, too prideful to admit to that kind of fear, the carnival and it's cork gun games were a great place to start.

Almost guaranteed to not kill anyone, assuming she didn't get frustrated and throw the play-gun.

Currently, she was holding it towards the booth owner, demanding in a petulant tone.

"Yeah, there's no way I'm that bad a shot. No. Way. This fuckin' thing is broken or rigged or-" The booth owner, eager enough to appease her, directed her towards another loaded gun for another try on the house. Instead, she slapped down a dollar, set the gun she had down and walked over to it. She seemed to pick it up alright, but the gun butted against her shoulder too low and her aim really was shit.

As proven by the repeating wide shot.

"Goddamnit!" she swore with a tiny stomp of one foot that dented into the pavement a little. Move along, nothing to see here.

Stumbling upon the shooting games, Bucky wondered if his skills at sharpshooting would translate to the cheap little wooden toy guns the booths used. He'd found a few dollars in his pocket (well, he assumed it was dollars; it looked a little different than he was used to, but not by much--just like everything else in this City). He'd just been pondering the options, when someone hollering angrily drew his attention. A dame, with short hair and a surly attitude, from the looks of it (but that could just be frustration), standing at a booth and holding one of the aforementioned crappy cork guns.

"You're holding it wrong," Bucky couldn't stop himself from pointing out, after hearing the woman swear. He still stood casually, hands in his pockets, a safe distance away should the woman decide to turn on him in a fit of anger. He knew better than to get within arm's reach of angry broads.

She looked over, green eyes lit with her own frustration and a pinch between her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" While that's a wise move, Devi isn't the kind to lash out at people for her own stupidity. She looked at the gun again. "How else am I supposed to hold it?"

Hand goes here, open end towards the thing that need shot, right?

Bucky made a face, his head tilting from side to side for a moment while he debated about helping out, but he'd always been a sucker when people needed a hand, so he moved forward, reaching for the stock of the gun. "It needs to be up higher on your shoulder, like this," he said, demonstrating by pushing the stock slightly against her shoulder, so she could feel where it fit. "It's a cheap toy, so it's not gonna have the same kick-back as a real rifle - you hold a real gun the way you were holdin' that one, you'd get the wind knocked outta ya and a nice big purple bruise.

"See," he continued, ducking down slightly to sight down the gun over her shoulder, "now you just hold it along your arm, aim down the barrel - might wanna lift it a little more than you'd think you need, 'cause cork don't fly like a bullet. Take a breath, exhale, and just at the end, before you start to inhale again, squeeze the trigger."

He pulled back a little, slightly embarrassed that he'd found himself zeroing in on the target, all the noises and distractions of the carnival falling away as he himself had been taking aim. To cover his discomfort, he said softly, "it's as much about headspace as it is aim, though. Least in the beginning."

Okay, not right. Thankfully, Devi's spent more then a few years learning how to take nothing but instruction. The adjustment of the gun was taken without moving her feet but as he came around over her shoulder, she couldn't help but smirk a little and glance at his very handsome features before turning her attention down the sights.

No, she wasn't checking him out or anything.. Okay, not much..

The smirk spread a bit. "You set a very nice one," she quips, taking the next second to follow the advice he'd given her and doing much better.

"You done this before?"

It took Bucky a split second to figure out what she meant by the quip, since before that she'd been so upset at the game. By the time he realized and glanced at her in surprise, she was already focusing and pulling the trigger. Glancing over, he saw she'd still missed the exact bulls-eye, but by a far narrower margin than before. He couldn't help but think over her comment again, smirking a little in amusement. Maybe he still had a little charm left, after all.

"This?" He nodded toward the booth. "Yeah, sometimes. I've always had good aim. But I was also a-- sharpshooter, in the army." Sharpshooter sounded less threatening than sniper, or assassin, which was how he saw himself, some days. Dames didn't tend to like talking about that kind of stuff, though, from what he'd gathered. This one was certainly different from any of the gals he'd ever met before, but he wasn't gonna push his luck. It was nice just chatting with someone.

"I'm James Barnes, by the way," he offered, holding out his hand for a shake.

Devi was hot Mexican air and different then any girl he'd ever meet, when not in a full temper and there were perks to having a pretty face. It was a great distraction and besides, he'd helped. That counted for a lot.

"Devi D," she returned with a broad, friendly smile, taking his hands for a few pumps. He might notice the paint and ink that's stained and stuck into her nails but she obviously paid them no mind.

"Helpful guy to run across me in this, my hour of need. Feel like winning me a stuff animal then, Gunslinger, so I don't walk away feeling like an ass? Free chance to show off," she offered, taking a half step back to gesture at it.

Bucky was distracted by her exuberant handshake, so he didn't really notice the ink and paint stains, but if he had, it probably would only make him like her more--as well as justify her odd (to his way of thinking, anyway) behavior and mannerisms. By virtue of having a best friend who was an artist, he'd met plenty of the type, and they were some of the strangest, most fascinating people he'd ever met.

He laughed a little at her exaggeration - it certainly wasn't any hour of need he'd ever come across, before. He prevaricated a little, glancing between Devi and the game, then ultimately to the gun. He'd told himself, if he ever got out of the War, he'd never pick up a gun again. But the temptation was there, that itch to hold one in his hands again... And this wasn't a real gun anyway, just a toy. Worst thing he could do with it was give an almighty bruise.

Finally, he shrugged, a slightly self-conscious, charming little-boy grin lighting up his face. "Yeah, sure. Why not. Can't say no to a lady in distress, can I?" he added with a little laugh, winking at her. He reached for the gun, putting it up to his shoulder and sighting down the barrel. It felt like coming home, in a way he wasn't comfortable thinking about. So he didn't.

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