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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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→ 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, filling 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 its 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 its 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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Adam Parrish | the Raven Cycle

[parrishing]

Trouble

Adam did his best, most days, to avoid trouble. Ronan didn't count; he was a decent sort of trouble, the sort that knew better than to get him involved in things that were too much for him. Besides that, he was a normal sort of trouble - he was teenage-boy trouble.

He was not mugger trouble, that was what the Narration was getting at.

So the fact that someone had crowded Adam into the wall was not something he was equipped to deal with, not really. He told them, time and again, his Southern accent getting more and more pronounced, that he had nothing, that he wasn't from here, that he didn't even have a damned jacket on him. The guy seemed to determined, though, and finally pulled a knife, lunging towards Adam's gut.

Something flared up between them, a shimmery gauze of a shield, brief as anything, and the knife caught in mid-air as though stuck in something else entirely, even when the mugger dropped his hand in shock, stepping back some.

[hearingvoices]

Penny had heard the muggers voice from a block away. He fucking hated hearing shit inside his head. It was none of his damn business but as he walked closer he found that it was more difficult to ignore. He remembered those girls screams and he could have sworn he'd heard them again.

Feeling incredibly pissed off he paused at the corner with the mugger, just in time to see the kid produce some sort of shield.

"Don't just fucking stand there, run." The hell was this kid thinking?

[parrishing]

Adam slid a hesitant glance to the newcomer, then exhaled. Despite his hitching voice and protests, his mind was oddly clear; he wasn't nearly as panicky as he could have been, all things considered. Still nervous, obviously - a knife was worse than a fist - but he was no stranger to violence.

He frowned briefly - he'd only just managed to get the space to actually get away - but he wasn't about to argue. He didn't bother regarding the mugger or the knife; instead, Adam merely slid against the wall, darting towards Penny and past as he burst into a bit of a run, though he did stop a few metres behind the larger man.

[hearingvoices]

Penny faced the mugger and with Adam out of the way he let his misplaced rage soar. He raised both of his hands, drawing in each finger before he sent an invisible blast towards the mugger, knocking his ass to the ground hard.

He then turned towards Adam and began walking down the sidewalk as if nothing happened. He figured the mugger would be out for a while. "Come on. Don't just stand there with your mouth open." Penny didn't care where Adam went but it was probably a good idea to go somewhere that was away from the guy that was trying to mug him.

[parrishing]

At the very least, he didn't bother opening his mouth throughout the display, so Penny's remark was merely noted with a faint tip of his head. Weirdly, the sudden display of magic didn't even make him bat an eye. Or maybe Penny realised that already.

He too turned abruptly and began to follow along. "Tell me you know what's going on here."

[hearingvoices]

Penny looked over at him and rolled his shoulders in a shrug. He was pissed off, it was loud here and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't leave this fucking place.

"Not a fucking clue but it looks like we're stuck to the city." Which he knew intimately.

[parrishing]

"Interesting. How do you know that?" Adam asked. He wasn't discounting the notion by any stretch of the imagination, but he'd like to know where it came from. Any tidbit of information, however small, was useful, in his mind.

[hearingvoices]

"I've checked." It was all Penny was going to give him. He didn't know Adam and he didn't trust the kid with information about himself. Not with a moth freak trying to kill him.

[parrishing]

He just shot Penny a slightly dark, sideways look at that, stopping in his forward progression; it was equal parts exasperated and a silent what the fuck.

"Right," he replied, Southern accent coming out hard as the vowels dragged out. If that was how this was going to be, then he could be just as angry. He didn't actually need anyone to give him the details on this place. He had ears of his own; they'd give him all the details he needed. "I'll take that into consideration, then. Thanks for the save. See you around, maybe."

[wellbredbitch]

Emma heard the scuffle before she turned the corner. The alley wasn't nearly dark enough to obscure what was happening. The mugger backed up and Emma slipped up behind him in her ridiculous stripper heels, then belted him across the back of the head.

"Come with me," She said, not bothering to cover up her stupid lingerie. He was going to get an eyefull, but that wasn't really important in the moment. She'd seen him deflect the knife. He was like her. There were other mutants in the City, but they weren't handsome young men.

[parrishing]

One minute, the guy was gaping at him like he was some kind of freak, and the next minute, he was dropped like a rock, and Adam was actually looking at a relatively pretty girl who seemed comfortable in just her underwear. He wasn't going to ask questions. Cabeswater had done its part - thankfully; he wasn't sure what he would have done if it had reacted the same way it had in the bathroom - and he was moving on.

"Sure," he replied, though it was generally a throwaway comment because he was already moving, stepping around the guy and the knife, swallowing thickly to calm himself back down and soothe slightly frazzled nerves. Where the hell was he? This wasn't Aglionby.

[wellbredbitch]

"Wait a minute, actually." Emma went to the mugger and quickly stripped his jacket off. There. That would keep her from dying, anyway. Things were looking up.

"Now we can go. I'm Emma Frost. Welcome to the City." She motioned for him to follow, her platform heels clunking loudly on the concrete, except when they crunched on the snow. "It's much colder this time. I'm not a fan."

[parrishing]

He paused a few steps past her, glancing back over his shoulder as she grabbed the jacket. Good plan, he decided. He could have done to grab a jacket too, but he'd deal with that later. One thing at a time: get away from this guy.

"Adam Parrish. And...thanks, I think." The jury was still out. He'd almost rather be back at school, even if being here seemed to suggest a vacation of a sort. Still, he was taking it with a grain of salt until he had more answers. "What, you've been here before?"

[wellbredbitch]

"Yeah." She hurried down the street, still shivering. "I was only here for a little bit, though. Check your pockets." She held up the cellphone and keycard in her left hand. "I didn't have any so I was holding my stuff. I saw what you did back there, that's a pretty useful ability."

[parrishing]

One hand tucked into the pocket of his pants at the indication, and almost immediately, he frowned. Just a little. Sure enough: a card and a phone, hanging heavy where there had once been nothing but the keys to Boyd's. "Weird," he mumbled before looking at her carefully. Neutrally. "What do you mean?"

[wellbredbitch]

Emma nodded. He had his things. She saw the card and showed Adam hers. They were a matched set. "You're going my way. That's the key to your apartment." She wanted to get inside as soon as possible.

She frowned a little at his careful neutrality. "You're an awful liar. What was it? Telekinesis, some kind of personal shield?"

[parrishing]

That was interesting. His eyebrows arched a little in response, but he tipped his head slightly to one side. He supposed that he could only complain so much if this place was giving him a place to live; all the better to settle in, if he was kidnapped. He'd get a job in short order.

"Lead on, then," Adam prompted her, inhaling slowly at her frown. "Maybe I just don't want to answer. Why do you want to know?"

[volucrine]

Thom showed up late to the showdown (as usual). In fact, he didn't really show up at all. He wouldn't have noticed anything if the mugger, who was beating a hasty retreat out of the alley way, bumped into him and kept jogging without turning back. Naturally, after watching the guy run off, he turned to look in the direction he'd come from - guy against a wall looking pale and a knife on the ground.

"You okay?" He jogged over, visually checking Adam over for injuries as he got closer. "Should I ring the shades? Uh, the police, I mean."

[parrishing]

The accent didn't sound immediately familiar, and Adam was pretty sure he'd have noticed if there was someone around town who sounded like this guy. Then again, he was also pretty sure he wasn't anywhere near Henrietta, so maybe that rule went out the window.

He stared after the mugger, making sure he was gone, before sliding a careful glance towards Thom. He was untouched, thankfully - not even the slightest injury - but a little shaken. "I think I'll be all right without. What would we call in? 'Hi, I nearly got mugged, but the guy ran off at the last minute'?"

[volucrine]

"Yea, sure, why not? He was going to try to mug you, you could at least give them a description, or something," He pointed out, glancing back down the alley to make sure the guy hadn't reappeared. With friends.

"Uh. You know, maybe we should move somewhere a little safer. More populated with some better lighting, yea?" He gestured back to the alley entrance with a nod, anxious to get somewhere a little safer before more trouble found them.

[parrishing]

The guy might've had a point, and Adam thought about it silently for a second. It couldn't hurt. He could probably give a decent enough description of the guy anyway, maybe get someone off the street. And it wasn't like he had to necessarily mention the shield.

He snapped out of his reverie at the next remark, glancing over to Thom curiously. In the back of his mind, he registered that he didn't feel quite all there. One hand had clenched into a fist of its own volition. Not good.

"Yeah, let's do that," Adam agreed hastily, unclenching his hand and splaying his fingers out wide, stretching them out. "Uh. Towards the police station, maybe? I don't know where it is, but maybe if we just keep walking, we'll figure it out."

Onward and upward, he determined, hearing Gansey's voice in his ears, reassuring and cheerful. This was an adventure; he'd be fine. He could figure out a city just fine, even if it seemed to be ten times bigger than Henrietta was. Before Thom could look more worried, Adam started to move, striding purposefully towards the mouth of the alley, where he could see bigger, shinier buildings in the distance.

[volucrine]

Thom had just been dropped into the strange city as well, but his anxiety and, if he was being honest, a certain level of fear was keeping him acutely aware of his surroundings. The feeling of disorientation was drowned out by the feeling of being on edge.

"I'm not sure either," He mumbled, following close behind Adam. Somewhere in another alley a door was slammed and the noise made Thom start and nearly run into Adam in an attempt to get even closer. Once out of the alley, a good deal of his anxiety seemed to melt away. It was obvious he still wasn't comfortable with the situation, still a little jumpy, but at least now he didn't look ready to bolt.

"You wanna ask someone? Someone around here aught to know," He suggested, eyeing the small convenience store not far from the alley's exit. The people working there likely would be able to point them in the right direction.

[parrishing]

He stumbled a little when Thom hurried to catch up with him, glancing back over his shoulder with a curious blink, but he said nothing. Things happened. And obviously this guy was a little skittish. Still, the company was nice.

"Yeah, let's try that. Maybe we can get our bearings a little more. They might know something about what's going on," Adam suggested. Locals always knew what was going on, and if this place was anything like Henrietta, they'd know a newbie when they saw them. Maybe they'd even know how they got there.

He gestured for Thom to follow along with him as he headed towards the convenience store, glancing both ways before stepping out, lest someone run into him. As he walked, he addressed Thom again: "Are you new too?"

[volucrine]

When Adam glanced back at him, Thom gave him a look that was somewhere between apologetic for nearly bumping into him and pleading for him to move faster. He was done with shady stab-o-rama alleyways.

"New?" He echoed, brow furrowing for a moment, "You say that like you've just moved here. I... ehm, I'm just visiting, I guess."

This had to be the result of a portal malfunction. No worries, he'd figure out where he was, get to where he needed to be, and then go home. Or, better yet, find one of his friends who would then take him home.

[parrishing]

"They gave me a key. I'd say that's moved in, don't you?" Adam asked, his Southern accent drawing out each vowel to considerably longer than it needed to be. His nerves were present as well, though his weren't quite as obvious as Thom's. The look, though, was obvious, and he stepped up the pace a bit.

"I'd like to consider it visiting, though." And that was the truth. He just had a bad feeling about it all.