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cityofsin_ooc2016-05-22 02:57 pm
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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.
Rules | FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Applications
→ 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 Scenarios01. 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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He listened to Eliot's explanation of how he'd gotten here, glancing around to take in all the sights, the people milling around and enjoying themselves, not seeming bothered that they'd been pulled from their own lives... "Space and time, huh...?"
Finally, he turned back to Eliot. "Don't s'pose you'd light mine, too, huh? 'Cause I could really use a smoke about now." It was such a huge understatement as to be laughable — but really, he'd already experienced things that, until they'd happened, he never would've imagined possible. He was pragmatic enough to know that sometimes, you just had to roll with the punches, go with what life handed you, and only worry about it when you were alone and couldn't help thinking about it.
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He lifted his hand again, this time directed toward James, and the tip of his cigarette glowed. That done, Eliot settled his grip on James' upper arm, giving it a little squeeze.
"My condolences." That was an appropriate enough thing to say, right? Eliot lowered his hand, and his fingertips lingered against James' sleeve a half-second longer than necessary. The flirting was no longer top priority in this conversation, but he was still giving it a go.
He turned away, regarding the lights of the carnival. "On the upside, we have Skee Ball."
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"There is indeed Skee Ball," he agreed. He shook his head again, the smile crossing his face this time tinged with dark amusement, and a little sadness. "Y'know the really funny thing? I was dead." He swallowed convulsively before continuing, not daring to look and see what expression might be on Eliot's face. "I'd just fallen from a train, over this huge ravine. There was no way I'd survive, and I knew it. I can't decide yet if this is better than the alternative. I mean, I ain't dead... But I don't know what I am, either."
He didn't really give Eliot a chance to respond before taking a quick breath and saying, "Skee Ball, right? Sounds like a blast."
That was about all the introspection he was going to allow himself, at the moment, and more than he'd really wanted in the first place.
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"Oh, you need much more than a smoke," was all he'd say on that particular matter, the words muffled by the cigarette as his free hand reached into his jacket. He drew out a flask, passed it over. Inside was top-shelf bourbon... a lot more than James would expect.
"Feel free," Eliot said. "It never empties."
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Taking another drag from the cigarette, he exhaled before bringing the flask up and taking what was probably more than an adequate few gulps of what turned out to be superb bourbon. "Wow," he muttered after finally drawing the flask away, coughing a little at the burn.
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He smiled a little when James coughed, steering him again, turning into the tent that was full of bright light and the sound of ringing bells.
"Let's have some fun." He gave the other man's arm a light slap before he spun off, walking the next couple of steps backwards so he could give James an inviting look.
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Bucky couldn't quite help the pleased smile that spread across his face at Eliot's exuberance, though he tried by biting his bottom lip. Finally he just shook his head a little, before giving the other man a conciliatory smile. "Not that I ain't flattered," he said kindly, with a significant look, "but I think you and I might have different ideas for 'fun', in some areas." He was trying to let the guy down easy; no, he wasn't into in any of that, but Eliot had been nothing but kind and helpful to him, and he had no problem what the guy was into - he just wanted them to be square from the beginning, with no misunderstandings between them.
It wasn't even that Bucky wasn't curious - growing up in his neighborhood, you heard, even saw things; anyone would be curious, right? But nice fellas just didn't do that sort of thing, or so he was told, and so he'd never considered it. Not seriously, anyway.
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At least the guy had noticed. Sometimes you practically had to resort to sky writing to get a straight guy to give you a straight answer. Funny how that worked.
"Skee Ball," he repeated. Message received. James was still in need of a distraction, so he wasn't jumping ship. They'd just see where things went.
Eliot reached out to take the flask, long enough to take a long pull of his own, then offered it back to James as they approached the row of machines.
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Reaching out for one of the small wooden balls, he hefted it in his hand for a moment, considering. "It's been a while since I did this," he murmured, almost to himself. "Wonder if I still remember how," he added jokingly.
Taking another swig from the flask (and wasn't that a kicker, not having to worry about taking too much and having nothing left), he handed it to Eliot before pulling his arm down and back along his side, before swinging up and letting go, watching the ball shoot along the ramp toward the target holes─
somewhat faster than he expected, and carrying right over even the highest slot, bumping into the roof of the game with an audible whump! before falling back down. It managed to land in the 20 hole, but Bucky wasn't paying attention to it anymore, staring down at his hand as if it were a foreign object.
"Uh... didn't used to be able to do that..." he muttered.
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And then James went and got distracted by his own hand.
"...roll a ball?" He figured that wasn't actually what he meant, but what else could it be?
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Picking up another ball, he turned to Eliot and tipped his chin. "Come on, then. Lessee how good ya are. And none a that funny magic stuff, either. Skill only, pal. Don' think I didn't see that thing you just did." He might have been focused on his own roll, but he had excellent periphery vision, and the fact Eliot hadn't even leaned over to grab a ball from the basket hadn't been lost on him.
Bucky wasn't being belligerent on purpose, either; he was used to giving grief to his friends, and getting it right back. Eliot was quickly becoming a friend, and it was just natural for him. It had been a while since Bucky had had to make friends that weren't already brothers-in-arms, who might not take kindly to the back-and-forth ribbing he was used to.
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If it came off as slightly flirtatious? That was just the way his face worked, really.
He readied himself by passing the ball in between both hands, just so James could get a look at how the weight landed in his palms. No magic here, see? Nothing up his sleeve. The ball rolled, easy as you please, hopped upward, bounced off the rim of the 30-point bulls-eye, and settled down into 20.
Eliot shrugged a shoulder. It was nothing special, but now they were tied.
"No super-powers required."
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He had to smirk a little at Eliot's nonchalance, acting as if he'd meant to get it in the 20 spot in the first place. Guy had confidence down to an art-form, that was for sure.
Taking a drag from his own cigarette, then flicking the ash off, Bucky reached for another ball. He only pulled his arm back just past his leg, but flicked his wrist at the end of the release to add a little spin and momentum. Rolling up the plank, it landed on the edge of 30 and 40, but with the added spin, it neatly fell into the 40 slot, and Bucky couldn't help his own pleased grin.
Feeling more confident himself, he shot Eliot a pleased look. "Yer turn, hot-shot."
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"And yet you're the one not playing fair." From the look of things, at least. There was a story behind whatever had made that ball roll wild on James' first throw, but Eliot wasn't going to pry. Only tease.
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Deciding to be fancy, and not really caring anymore about score, Bucky tried aiming off to the side, for one of the top 100 holes. This time, he wasn't as lucky, the ball went too far, before circling back down to earn only 10 points. He lifted his arms again, this time with a shrug. "Ya win some, ya lose some." He took another drag of his cigarette. Between Eliot's friendly company, the cigarette, and the exceptional bourbon, he was certainly feeling a lot better than he had been, that was for sure. So, he was in some weird City where apparently magic was possible.
At least they had skee ball.
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There were a few lucky rolls on his part, but in the end, Eliot's game came out to a modest total of 190. He shrugged it off while he crushed the butt of his cigarette under his shoe.
"So, which neighborhood did they drop you into?"
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At the question, Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away in embarrassment. Sighing, he dropped his arm and gave an aggrieved sigh. "Red Lantern. My apartment's awful. Looks like a drag queen walked in, started to decorate, and then just... exploded." After a moment, he gave a shrug. "It's a helluva lot better than anywhere else I've ever lived, though, 'cept for the decor. Bed's pretty comfy." And big. Worryingly big, since there was absolutely no reason to make a bed that big just to sleep in. And certainly not for just one person. "It looks like a high-end queer hotel."
He wasn't trying to be offensive - that was honestly the most polite term he knew, from his time.
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"Better than a low-rent one, at least," he quipped. "You should come over to the Gardens sometime. We keep our seediness resigned to the back alleys."
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"Ooh, the Gardens," Bucky teased with a smile. "Fancy name. Seediness doesn't bother me, so long's people leave me alone. What other people choose to do is their own business, I figure. So long as it ain't hurtin' anybody."