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test drive meme

Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:
> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. HOW FUN
> Arts and Crafts Fair. All the kitschy fun you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

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[Someone else is cruising the rock aisle at one of the mall's music stores, picking through a rack. Someone very likely shorter than her and about fourteen years old, blond hair, dressed like a mall punk.

He dare get her attention, if not approach.

Yaps hopefully loud enough to get a leg-up over her headphone noise.]

Hey!

[The middle-schooler tries to give her a challenging look, with an unintimidating scrunched nose.]

Turn it the fuck down, will ya?

[No, she definitely doesn't hear him over the noise blaring in her eyes but even so, she knows a dirty look when one is being thrown her way.

It's like spider sense. Except instead of danger, it detects punk-ass twerps. Once she actually spots the kid giving her the look, she'll give him a look right back and and puts the headphone around her neck, still blaring that music away but even louder now.]

What's your problem?

Turn it down. ["Turniddown."

If she's been engaged, you don't win if you don't fight, and she is almost definitely giving a better glare than he is. He's got nothing on her there. He'll puff himself up with words, then.]

Jesus, I ain't in here for your crap.

[Oh ho, were you hoping that you'd get to mouth off to somebody who wouldn't get into it with you, random kid? Bad luck!]

Heh. [Nah, much fun as it would be to kick him around a bit, the runt isn't worth getting kicked out of the store empty-handed for. She's not turning down her music though.] Whatever, kid. Better get outta here before your mom sees you looking at music with bad words in it.

[SHOTS FIRED.]

FUCK YOU!

[Delivered like a stock line.

He's the first to move, though - claps his hand down on the rack. The cases clack. Turns - he's gonna own this space!

As much as his shrimpy body allows.]

How old are you, big shot?! You're in like - friggin' high school! [He's in his teens himself. He's almost in high school. Friggin' actual high schoolers, same difference!]

[Several heads turn at the outburst, but Ray isn't paying them any mind, no way, she's entirely focused on this twiggy little punk getting all up in her face. She's grinding her teeth now.]

[And good luck "owning" any space around here, kid, with this girl looming over you. Which is weird because she's pretty short herself.]

Yeah, I'm in high school and if you want to get there without your head caved in you'd better fuck off.

Hey, you idiot? Where the hell are you?!

[the voice that suddenly interjects belongs to a rather tall, blonde-haired girl... who blanches as she wanders upon the scene and finds the two arguing like this]

... Oh hell, what did you do this time?!

[Here and now, Thinks-She's-So-Big, let 'em break it up if they have to...!

And - oops, a sudden interjection by a familiar voice with an owner tall enough to loom over both of the two turns him around.

Oh, no. He's not going to tell her he did anything.

...When things go quiet after an argument turns heads, geez it's so weirdly - oppressively awkward.]

She told me get out!

[Deserves something, right, Reina?]

'Cuz my music's too grown-up for me or something... friggin' shitty like that.

[He was earnest enough with the first part but now he's petulantly seething. The nerve o' this girl!]

[She turns at the sound of the new voice butting in, and looks toward the blonde newcomer.]

~~[Oh, so the twerp's got backup, huh? You want a piece of her too, Blondie?!]~~

[Okay, no, blondie seems more upset at the punk picking a fight than with her, so Raye'll just pull a hand out of her jacket pocket and jab an accusing finger at the petulant middle-schooler.]

You know this little turd?

Yes, and I'm not going to stop you if you want to punish him for messing with you.

[she folds her arms]

He needs to learn.

Need to learn what?! [Did his voice crack a hint in his outraged barking, there - yup it might have. His face has gone rapidly pink. It doesn't help that everyone in the store's got to be looking by now and here she is saying he needs to learn a lesson, goddammit she is just upping it - ]

What'dya think you are, my mom?! [Some part of him's grimacing at itself for actually saying something that stupid and blatant and obvious, but pehhhhhh.] For crying out loud, Reina, you're a real [FCKIN'] pal!

[She came in and just went and said that he needs to learn and she didn't even see what happened! (Never mind that if she had he'd have even less of a leg to stand on.)]

[Oh ho, she might actually like Blondie over there. She grins at Punk-Ass and punches one fist into her palm, cracking her knuckles. There's a bit of a scary gleam in her eyes too.]

So, looks like I get to teach you a lesson about mouthing off. What do you say, kid, wanna settle this outside or what?

[Your move, Punk-Ass.]

There's certain things you can't do in public, idiot. You can't just think everything you do is alright!

[she just glared at him now, actually... not acknowledging the other girl's threat]

I wouldn't be your friend if I just let you get away with whatever you wanted!

[Her glare is faintly terrifying, actually; he's got two reasons not to meet it, the other one being not giving Headphones Chick a second. He sneers and huffs out a noise. Supposed to be mocking.]

Yeah, well this bitch is on! [That sure was an inorganic insult.] You really wanna, you can tell on us or something.

[(Please don't.)]

I'm gonna friggin' crush you, lady.

[Lifts a fist of his own, squeezing it and opening it repeatedly, feeling the muscles in his arms tense, ohh, he's got this - we'll see who's teaching who what!]

[The kid's got a backbone, she'll give him that. Still, if it was a fight he wanted she wasn't gonna back down from any challengers.]

Heh! [Her hands go back in her jacket pockets.] You talk pretty big for such a shrimp. Let's see what you've got.

[And she's just gonna turn and start heading outside, letting Punk-Ass decide if he was going to come along or duck out at the last minute. Truthfully, she probably wasn't ACTUALLY going to beat the stuffing out of him, but make him look like even more of a tool? Yeah, that she could do.]

[Get ready, Steve, you about to be schooled by a girl.]

[... okay, appealing to his better nature isn't working. Before Steve can follow, she grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him back before he can go after her]

I'm going to be straight with you. She will CLOBBER you.

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I forgot to edit my post with her new name. Oh well.

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