cityofsin_ooc | Test Drive Meme 008

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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Peter was still awake, more through force of will than anything else. "Think I'll make it," he said weakly, almost a whisper. He smiled, though, and that would hopefully convey that he really did think he would. He just needed a transfusion and he'd be fine.

And he really should try to stay awake. "What's your name?" he asked. It wasn't the best small talk he could make in the world, but talking helped keep him focused. So questions it was.

"Kei."

He replied in a low voice before carrying Peter through the large double doors of the hospital. Kei wasn't very good at small talk either. There seemed to be people appearing around him and the moment he passed over Peter he tried to leave. A few nurses stepped in front of him asking what happened but he attempted to move them aside and head back outside.

The last thing he wanted was to be around a lot of people.

Peter tried his best to wave off most of the immediate attentions of the nurses- although he did explain it was blood loss. "Kei, wait," he called, as the vampire tried to leave. He looked up at the nurses. "He needs blood too." Peter patted at his neck. "New arrival. Let them help, Kei, please?"

They didn't get vampire 'issues' at the hospital very often. Most of them kept to themselves and had their own means of finding food. But there was still a procedure in place. Once they got the whole story, they'd get him blood in bags if he could eat that.

And Peter couldn't ever leave well enough alone, so of course he'd tell them, even while they were setting him up with an IV.

Kei was becoming increasingly frustrated. The nurses were now insisting that he step inside too and he didn't feel right forcing his way through them. A low growl issued from his lips but it didn't seem to alarm anyone.

He was pressed into a seat and sat grumpily, glaring at Peter. It might have been his fault in the first place but he wasn't playing to help this kid again.

Peter gave Kei a rather relaxed smile, for someone who'd just been (and perhaps still was) in so much danger. He felt more settled in this environment, and he was glad Kei stayed. "Can you have blood from bags, or does it have to be from a person? Do you know?"

Yeah, he might never be seen as anything but the annoying guy that badgered people into medical treatment. But if he got Kei settled into the City with everything he needed, that would make Peter happy.

Kei was silent for a really long time. He was debating not answering him but the moment his silence lingered to long the nurses began to fuse and gather around him. To push them away he answered hoping that it was enough for them to give up this silly need to feed him.

There was something wrong about it.

"It's better from a person." The moment blood leaves the body it starts to die and it also tastes weird cold.

"Okay." They didn't really have a protocol for that, unfortunately. Peter hummed as he thought it over. "If you can get by with the bagged stuff for now, we can set something up. There's people who can regenerate here- they heal anything. I'm sure one of them wouldn't mind loaning me their power."

No, he wasn't going to volunteer Claire or Sylar for this. Hell, Sylar was probably going to lecture him as soon as he found out, but whatever. And in an effort to keep Kei from saying no, he kept talking. "You don't have to go it alone. Especially not here. It's strange, and crazy here, but people tend to be more understanding." Peter tended to see things in the best light possible, so this could be a bit of an exaggeration. But it was what he'd experienced. "It's one of things I like best about this city."

"I don't want your help."

He was fine now but he'd need blood again and again. He'd be weakened until he couldn't move without it and yet he'd prefer to simply fade away into the pained shell of what he once was.

"You could have died." Kei pointed this out with a soft voice hoping that Peter might take some note of what had happened since meeting him. He has no idea what's up with this kid.

Peter was about to point out Kei would be a lot less dangerous if he ate something once in awhile, but the quiet way his near-death was brought up made him pause. He looked Kei in the eye, his own expression softening. He was about to speak when a nurse came back with the blood.

She hooked Peter up to one bag and offered two bags to Kei, asking him to let her know if he needed more, or needed to use the microwave. Her bedside manner was rather lacking, and she gave Peter a pointed look as she left. He just smiled at her, looking vaguely embarrassed.

Kei took the bags but otherwise ignored the woman. Microwaving blood was the stupidest thing he's heard of, it's like microwaving tissue cells which would simply break down the molecular structure and change it. He didn't however comment, he was too grumpy to give a damn.

"They don't want you to help me." His voice was growing in strength but it was only becoming more gruff. A logical part of his mind knew that Peter was being helpful but he didn't see anything in himself that was worth helping.

He lifted the bag to his lips and tore a small hole. He wasn't going to enjoy drinking cold blood but he knew that they'd only let him leave if he finished the two bags he'd been given.

Peter chuckled at that. "She's probably just tired of seeing me here as a patient," he admitted, leaning back in his chair. "I have a tendency to stick my nose into things. Maybe you noticed."

And with the subject broached again, he felt like their interruption was over. "I know I could've died," he said, softer. "But sometimes other things are more important. I'm glad I could help you some. And hey, if you want to disappear into the city after this, that's fine. But I just-" How could he explain this? "I've known what it's like to be a danger. Throw suddenly showing up here on top of that, and- well, that's not close to fair anymore."

Kei exhaled and closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of his chair. "You should have let me die." All he had to do was walk out in the sun light but then it hurt more than he cared to admit.

He continued to drink through the bags and with the second one done he tossed the bag to the floor and stood. His eyes looked down at Peter who looked like his color was coming back.

"You should stop."

He was kind of surprised that Kei finished the bags and didn't just try to sneak off when the first opportunity presented itself. He didn't really have a response for the first statement. He didn't know what being a vampire was like. He didn't think he could handle it himself. And he spent some time helping people be as comfortable as they could as they waited to die. He knew sometimes- every once in awhile- it was the better option. Maybe that was the case here. He couldn't make that judgment.

The second statement brought a tired smile from him, as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "I probably should," he agreed. "I guess it's just not in my nature."

He was tired, now that everything was settled. He might fall asleep, while waiting for all this blood to drip back into his body. "Thank you for staying with me. I hope things get easier for you."

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