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Test Drive 007

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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
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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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Bucky glanced over when a voice nearby spoke, and did a double-take of his own; his eyes quickly skimming down the very appealing figure of the woman addressing him, before being caught by her eyes, which were the most fascinating shade of lavender. He couldn't stop the charming, rogueish half-smile from crossing his face.

"Well, if the company is a gorgeous doll like you, I got no problem with that," he told her, smile spreading into a grin; his Brooklyn accent was muted, but still evident in some of his words, a definite Italian flavoring running throughout his speech. "I'm James, by the way." He couldn't resist adding, "You have a name I can call you, or do I just haveta go with sweetheart?"

Wow. Now that manner of speaking was a blast from the past. Diana was pretty sure she hadn't been called a 'doll' in a long time. Gorgeous? Yes. Sweetheart? Every now and then. But a doll...

Maybe it wasn't the most feminist way of being addressed, but paired with that smile? She was immediately charmed.

She couldn't help it.

With a crooked, little smile of her own, she made her way over to him, folding her hands behind her back and swishing her hips just slightly, making the skirt of her purple sundress swirl. "James," she repeated fondly. "I like that name." It was the name of the first boy she'd ever kissed, as a matter of fact. "I'm Diana."

Bucky wasn't the most feminist guy around, that was sure; but he respected women, and he learned quick, and that had always been good enough for the gals he'd known back home. Maybe he'd learn better while he was in the City - or maybe the women would by charmed by his 'old-fashioned' approach, and he wouldn't have to change a thing. Only time would tell.

Ohhh, yeah, Bucky thought, watching her approach - this one was definitely trouble. He looked forward to it. "Diana, huh?" he asked with another half-smile. "So you're not just another pretty face, you're a goddess. On the hunt tonight?" Hey, he may only have a high school education, but he'd loved history, and visited as many museums and libraries as his limited funds would allow.

Now that was just downright endearing. Diana and both of her sisters had been named after goddesses of the hunt. An ironic little plot twist, considering how all three of them had ended up predators. But it did mean she had an appreciation for a guy who knew a thing or two about mythology.

Daddy issues, most likely. She tried not to delve.

"I guess you could say that," she replied. "Although I'm not sure you can really hit a good time with a bow and arrow."

Also, she didn't know how to use a bow and arrow.

Unable to stop the bark of laughter, Bucky shook his head, offering her his arm out of habit. "No, I s'pose not. I'm better with less old-fashioned weapons, anyway," he said, before remembering that women didn't generally like talking about things like that. But he was still in his winter blues, it wasn't like she couldn't have guessed he was in the military.

"So is that what we're doin'?" he asked, glancing at her with another small smile. "Lookin' for a good time?" He nodded to one of the target practice games. "I could win you a stuffed animal, maybe."

Without even thinking, Diana took his arm. Flirting felt like falling back into an old, comfortable pillow. It was a habit that made her feel secure and in control. Something she needed desperately, really, given the state of her life. Or unlife, as it was. And if, somewhere, in the back of her mind, Artemis' voice was warning her against being too trusting too quickly, well. She just ignored it.

What was the worst that could happen to you when you were already in Hell?

"That's one way to have a good time," she said, giving him a sultry smile as she lowered her eyes and peered up from under her heavy lashes. "And I'm sure a handsome gentleman like yourself can think of a few others, before the night's over."

That was a little more forthright than he was used to, to be sure, but Bucky was good with rolling with the punches, and this was certainly a nice change from the curveballs life had been throwing his way recently.

Ducking his head and smiling, pleased but a little bashful, Bucky glanced at her through his lashes. "Pretty sure I could," he agreed, "but like you said: I'm a gentleman. Gotta treat a lady right, after all. It's only really fun if you get to know a person a little, first."

Oh God. Gorgeous, flirty, charming, and a gentleman? Diana had a thing for paladins, and she'd suddenly stumbled into one, without even looking.

So what was the catch? There had to be one. This was Hell after all. And as far as Diana's judgment went when it came to potential lovers--both male and female--there was room for improvement. And that had been true both before and after becoming a Cainite.

Especially after.

But again, she had to remind herself that there was really little he could do to her. They were already dead, the both of them. Already damned. There was no point in living her afterlife constantly looking over her shoulder. Especially when she'd hardly lived her life that way.

Pushing aside her equivocating thoughts, she laughed her bright, bell-like laugh and nodded. "Well, soldier," she said, raising her eyes, "I'd certainly like to hear a bit of your story. You can start by telling me what part of New York you're from." She did have perfect pitch, but it wasn't that perfect.

"Ah," Bucky started with a slight wince, "my story's not all that... fun. An' I'm from Brooklyn." He grimaced this time, glancing at her. "Is it really that obvious?"

Bucky hated his accent. It wasn't such a big deal when he was speaking to other native New Yorkers, although he tried to get rid of the Italian influence altogether, as everyone seemed to equate 'Italian' with 'Mafia'. But there were just some things that he couldn't shake, and the accent seemed to be one of them.

Her smile became gentler, less radiant, but hopefully reassuring. "Only because I love New York," she told him. "I lived there for a little while and it was one of the best times of my life. What can I say? I crave the company of other New Yorkers."

She gave his arm a gentle squeeze, leading them in the direction of the games.

"There was this Chinese restaurant in Brooklyn I used to visit all the time." A pick-up point on the railroad that she and her sisters had built to smuggle dhampir to safety, actually. "The Jade Dragon, I think it was called. Always the first stop when I was having a night on the town."

"A night on the town?" Bucky couldn't help but scoff a little, laughing. "In Brooklyn? I musta been livin' in the wrong neighborhood, then. Filled with bars and nightclubs and speak-easies, sure, but not fancy restaurants. Classiest place we had was the Pink Flamingo, and you had ta be in'erested in a certain sort to get in there." He'd actually gone there once, just to see what all the fuss was about from the artist crowd. He'd had a good time, but had to duck out early when he'd had a little too much to drink and started having a hard time figuring out if people were really in drag, or not.

Coming to a stop in front of a sort of ball toss game, that seemed to use little pouches of sand in lieu of actual balls, Bucky glanced up at the prizes. And started frowning. "Is that... an octopus? Who wants a stuffed octopus?" A lot of the different prizes didn't make much sense to him, when he was more used to teddy bears and cheap, but pretty, dolls.

"More arms to hug," Diana said with a shrug. She didn't really know a lot about octopi, but the toys seemed cute. And one of them was purple, her signature color.

Anyway, it wasn't really about the toys.

She gave him a sideways glance. "Interesting that you think I'm classy," she added. "I appreciate the compliment, but to tell you the truth, fancy restaurants really aren't my scene. Like going places where you could dance."

And there was also the fact that she couldn't eat food, but no point in going into that.

Distracted from the toys (he was easily distracted when there was a beautiful gal on his arm), Bucky looked over at Diana and gave a half-smile, his eyes lighting up. "Dancing, huh? That's definitely more my style, too. We should go, sometime," he added with a charming, full grin, that just promised mischief and a very good time. It wasn't innuendo, though - although he could mean it like that as well - Bucky just honestly enjoyed dancing. Especially swing-dancing.

"Course yer classy," he added with a negligent wave of his hand, as if it were obvious. "Anyone can see that, no matter what kinda things you enjoy." She may be dressed differently than anyone he'd encountered before, but her poise and bearing spoke of being raised in refinement; there was also something in her speech, the way she chose the words she did, that spoke of class.

If only her mother was around to hear that. Lilith York would have been delighted beyond words with the notion that her daughter had class and breeding.

Of course, ten years as a companion to a Countess would do that. But it was centuries in the past, a past Diana didn't like to think about all that much.

And she wasn't much for thinking about the future, either. But at the moment, one particular thought brought her a giddy flutter of excitement. "I do believe you just asked me out, soldier," she said, the corner of her mouth turning up.

Living in the moment was definitely a sentiment Bucky understood well, and ascribed to himself.

Laughing a little, he gave her a boyish grin that somehow managed to be bashful and slightly sinful at the same time. "Caught that, didya? Sure. We'll go out, do a bit a dancin'... An' then, maybe... a bit a dancin'..." Bucky glanced away for a second, almost a little embarrassed he'd said that line.

Oh, he was adorable. Or very good. Or maybe both. Both was always a possibility, especially in a place like this.

But at any rate, two could play at that game.

She smiled demurely, lowering her lashes just slightly. "As it happens," she said. "I love dancing. And...dancing."

And she was very good at both.

"But there is one thing you should know," she added, leaning close to let her lips hover over his ear. "I have an extremely overprotective sister. So we'll have to be careful."

In all reality, the odds of Selene actually caring what or who Diana did were slim to none. But there had been a time when she'd gone after more than one of Diana's beaus with a baseball bat. And Diana hated it to her core to admit it, but there was something a little thrilling about doing something...forbidden.

The grin he got when she said she loved dancing, lessened a bit as Diana leaned in and warned him about her overprotective sister. Bucky glanced over at her, almost in confusion. "I've heard'a overprotective brothers before... but never sisters..."

Well. There had been that one time with Maggie and Susan Malone... but that had had more to do with both of them being sweet on him - it hadn't been so much about stopping him, as it had been fighting over him. This... sounded different. And a little ominous, if he was being completely honest.

"Okay," he finally said, still watching her, maybe a little more seriously than before. "Can't really go out an' have a good time if we're watchin' over our shoulders the whole time. Any suggestions?"

It hadn't exactly had the desired effect, but that was fine. Anyway, Diana had people. "Misdirection," she replied. Oldest trick in the book. "I have a couple of friends who can keep her occupied. Besides, she hates dancing."

The former kind, anyway. Selene was a fan of the latter.

Hence her four kids from her mortal life.

"You leave that part to me. Your job is planning the rest."

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