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[espigeonage]

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Random scenario test drive meme! For all you thinking about apping to our fair game. Because all our characters are the modern reincarnates of the people we canon reviewed for, you need a modern AU! Post your character with a couple details about who they are now. Use a prompt to set the scene! And tag around.

RAIN: The weather sucks and you gotta share a bus stop, overhang, or other cozy space with someone.

MONSTERS IN THE PARK: Doesn't really matter what they are, it's time to run and/or fight!

NEW ECHO: augh you were minding your own business in public and now you have feathers for hair, or you just had a vivid flashback to being a wizard, or suddenly you have your preincarnation's clothes on. Someone help! Or point and laugh, that works too.

NORMAL DAY AT THE MALL OR WHEREVER: Slice of life happens too!

WILD CARD: You can't be contained by these paltry prompts! Get out there and combine them or make your own!

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Rain

[noy_jitat]

[This is an Afro-Latina woman waiting at the bus stop. She looks to be about 19 - short and sturdy at 5'4". She is a first year student in their ROTC program, studying Biology to become an Ecologist after serving active duty. For now we'll still call her Tula.]

The weekend weighed heavily on Tula's mind - another weekend of balancing schoolwork and housework for the family. All the same, the patterns of droplets on the bus stop soothed her; she could never be angry when it rained. Too much of life depended on the rain seeping down into the Earth - and when she thought of how far those roots could carry plants, let alone animals, it softened her stress and helped remind her why all of her passions were important - friends, country, passion, family.

Even if her professor thought she'd be a better politician than an Ecologist.

"It's a nice thought, but it'd never happen. I'll stick with Ecology."

OH MY GOD PIRATES OF DARKWATER you are a beautiful person

[chernobolt]

Kara was an excitable girl, and this excitement ran deep when it came to her studies; unfortunately it also meant that when she was engrossed in research the time seemed to slip away from her, and before she realized it several hours had passed and the rainstorm she'd hoped to avoid was crashing down on Locke City.

It was unfortunate, but there was no way around it. Cradling her large stack of books to her chest like children, she tucked her head down and sprinted in the general direction of the bust stop. Kara's sport was wrestling, not track, but she hoped that desperation would help her reach her goal before getting too soggy.

She slid underneath the bus stop (or what she hoped was the bus stop) with an exasperated sigh. For all her speed she hadn't managed to avoid much, if any, of the rain, and her fire truck red hair was plastered over her eyes and onto every part of her body that it could reach. Careful not to jostle the books too much she reached up and attempted to free an eye; only then did she catch sight of the fact that she wasn't alone in her wait.

"Ah! I am sorry - I did not get you wet rushing in, did I?"

NORMAL DAY AT THE MALL OR WHEREVER (IT'S TOTALLY THE MALL)

[demonichymn]

[Seeing young teenage boys at the mall isn't terribly uncommon. Yeah, yeah, usually it's girls, but still? Not too unheard of.

Usually, though, aren't they wearing shirts? And not carrying around a can of spray paint, sneakily tagging walls with a crown while laughing quietly to themselves?

Yeah, so, you've got another little punk on your hands. What do you do.]

i need to fix my icons but Normal day at the mall!

[ninthmelody]

[Adam (for once) has a day where he isn't leading the LCH marching band, isn't recording/practicing with his band, and doesn't have five bajillion papers to grade. So what does he do? Goes to the mall and hangs out at the music store. Yup. Who wants to run into their band teacher??]

dang half my icons are of him with short hair WHATEVER

[seconddraft]

[moar like "who wants to run into one of the college librarians"

he's checking out classical and drone -- oh man is that a classical/drone fusion band? yes.

Kim Ross / Kimiko Sarai Kusanagi // Dresden Codak

[autodidacticrobogirl]

[Kimberly Ross, half-Japanese, all woman. She owns that garage you sometimes drive by, you know the one. It's a little antique and there are still flakes of the old fashioned gilt sticking to the filigree, in the corners where the pigeons can't land on them, and the rain doesn't easily drip. She's short, and frumpish and tends to wear long sleeves, even when the weather doesn't call for it.

Every now and then you see her wearing as little as is modest, wielding a hammer and wrench like the earthly incarnation of Hephaestus. She's got odd eyes, one of them blue rather than the usual color, and— oh, of course! Kim has only one leg. The other ends at the knee, replaced from there downward with a carbon-fiber recurve leg. Maybe you've seen someone like that in the Paralympics, on TV. Maybe you never noticed the leg at all; after all, it's not like she lets it slow her down.

Kim Ross. Yeah, you remember her now. The Mechanic.]

Waitin' For the Bus in the Rain (in the rain)

[autodidacticrobogirl]

[One Kim Ross was not best pleased. For one, she was a mechanic, both by inclination and trade, and therefore waiting for the bus, for any bus, was beneath her. But on the other, there wasn't much for it; there wasn't exactly a way to fix the damn thing without parts, and in lieu of dignity, there was only the bus to get you home.

Well, you could have slept in the stupid car, of course. But that would've meant walking home the next morning anyways. The truest walk of shame that ever there was; no, even the bus was better. Even this indignity or standing in the rain with crossed arms, wet slowly turning your jacket black from the shoulders down, was better.

Stupid rain. Stupid fanbelt. Stupid fate.]

Stupid, stupid stupid.

Ryuko Matoi > Ryuko Kato | Kill la Kill

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[17 years old, Ryuko is the newest student to join the brigade of shitty kids from Locke City High School. She's got a bad temper and no problems with throwing the first and last punch, although she's usually happy to mind her own business as long as nobody messes with her. Even though she's new, she's already the terror of the martial arts club at school.

Currently lives with her father and younger sister, with Locke City being the supposed last stop in a string of moves thanks to her father's job after losing her mother years ago. Something about a contract for some tech company in town, she didn't catch the name and doesn't care. She doesn't really buy the whole "settled down" bit and is more concerned with looking after her sister during their father's long work hours and making sure any bullies who mess with her stay good and pummeled.]

Option A: The Mall
[It's Saturday and Ryuko is at the mall like any self-respecting high school kid. You can catch her at the food court or walking up and down the metal and rock aisles of the music stores. Her headphones are blasting something loud and screamy and she has her usual grumpy look on her face. Dare you approach?]

Option B: The Rain
[Yep, it's raining and she's the least happy she's been all week. She's not going to go run under shelter though because fuck rain, that's why. Catch her stalking her way home through the downpour.]

Option C: C for Combo! New Echo and Monster Attack!
[It was a quiet day and Ryuko was just relaxing in the park, minding her own business when something happened. Who knows what it was but she zones out for a second and when she comes back to normal this thing is in her hands.]

Wha--

What?

WHAT?!

[HOLY SHIT WHERE DID THIS THING COME FROM?! SHE HAS TO HIDE THIS FUCKING THING AND-- wait, what's with all those weird looking cats staring her way?]

Option D
[The wild card option. Hit me with your best shot.]

Ienzo/Zexion | Ian Zhao | Kingdom Heaaaaaaarts

[seconddraft]

[Ian is a library assistant at Locke. He considers himself insanely lucky -- he got his MLS degree and somehow managed to land a job there, after doing his undergrad in neuropsychology and deciding that you know what? Libraries are awesome. ]

[Are you a student who is doing research? ORRRR are you encountering him at the local fancy frou-frou tea parlor on Main Street? WHO KNOWS]

i seem to have accidentally picked the same surname. clearly it was meant to be

[destinatus]

[tea is excellent, actually. Though the really tall guy in a rumpled shirt and awkwardly loose tie looks pretty out of place. (His long hair is tied back with an actual rubber band [cringe] since he hasn't really bothered getting it cut since it grew suddenly about a week before.) Not to mention...he's wearing sunglasses. Indoors. Did he get stood up or something? Actually, he's eating one of those tiny cakes with surprising delicacy.]

[when one of the new waitresses passes him, however, she stumbles, apparently distracted enough by the sight of him to forget about her job for a moment. Without even looking up, his hand shoots out, steadying her tray for her. He glances away from his meal after a moment, though, appearing somewhat puzzled. The waitress stammers her thanks, moving on, and the man just sits there, looking at his hand.]

Teitoku/"Terrance" Kakine | Raildex | Normal day at the mall

[notyakuza]

[Hello citizens of Locke City who may be enjoying a nice day at the mall. Prepare to have your nice day disrupted by an obnoxious teenager. Terry here is walking around kicking over garbage cans and wearing headphones...around his neck, for the world around him to hear them blare this song. He's laughing to himself as he indulges in the most benign form of rebel teen vandalism. Why hasn't anyone thrown him out yet?]

Homura Akemi -> Henrietta ??? | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

[stop_hamerutime]

((Name changed as per rules on re-apping someone else's character, but last name so far undetermined.))

[It's the quiet girl who probably embarrassed herself when she flunked gym and/or wrote her numbers all over a dream journal entry talking about skyscrapers hitting her in the face. Nothing really notable about her, as she will insist to anyone who tells her otherwise...]

Monsters in the Park

[She doesn't even run very fast when she's being chased by Vermini-possessed dogs. She's managing to keep ahead of a small pack of the creepy animals somehow, long, braided hair trailing behind her. It looks an awful lot like she'll be caught, until suddenly and inexplicably she appears up in the branches of a tree she was running past, clinging tightly to a branch. She's too panicked to even scream for help now, but she could clearly use some.]

New Echo

[The previous experience was arguably worse...okay, definitely worse, but getting sent to the nurse's office because your eyes suddenly turned purple was both lame and kind of freaky at the same time. She sat outside in the hallway at the high school, leaned her head back, and sighed, hoping she wouldn't have to explain this to any more people than necessary.]

[firstandonly]

Henrietta! NO!

[ He doesn't know quite how his daughter ended up in the tree, but it doesn't matter, as he launches himself at the possessed dogs with his nightstick in one hand, clubbing them down with ferocious abandon. The idea of losing his only connection to... no, he can't even think it. He just lashes out with the brutality of a wolf protecting his young. ]

Gaius | Tales of Xillia > Ancel Zhao (don't worry, no spoilers)

[destinatus]

(ANY COMBO OF THE FIRST THREE or whatever works)

[so, there's this guy. He's over 6' and is walking his cat in the park. Yeah, his cat. She's got a little harness and everything. It's adorable. If you don't think it's adorable, don't tell him, because he's huge.]

Alma Karma / Ash Lin / D.Gray-Man

[poisonedkarma]

1: RAIN
[Taller than most women but not super tall for a guy, it's unclear what gender this person is from most angles. Ash peers out from the grocery mart's overhang and tries to judge how far it is to the bus stop. Tucking her short hair behind an ear and frowning at her plastic bags which will only become buckets for water with how heavy the rain is coming down. Huffing out a breath and muttering:] Fuck.

I knew I should've went shopping yesterday.

2: MONSTERS IN THE PARK
HOLY SHIT, RUN! [Ash will be grabbing whomever is closest and huffing it in whatever direction appears to be "opposite" of the Vermini-possessed deer herd okok.]

3: WILD CARD
[Alma's a community college student who often ends up writing on a laptop or in journals for long periods in coffee shops around the city. Feel free to use that as a prompt too.]

2

[predestinarianism]

['Whoever was closest' turns out to be one teenager cutting through the park on her way home. In good old teenager fashion, she's texting while walking with her headphones in and not actually looking where she's going. SURVIVAL SKILLS: NAILED IT]

[which means, from her perspective, she's just grabbed out of nowhere, so she tries to jerk her arm away] Hey, what the hell--

[annnnd then she actually sees the deer]

--Shit!

[also running!!]

the disciple (magdalena "maggie" de leon) | homestuck

[scribes]

A - Rain

[The sound of rain was one of the most soothing sounds in the world. It was a wonderful act of nature that brought life to the world, and Magdalena hated it. Or at the very least, she hated being stuck out in it. It was something even she had never really been able to explain, because the dislike of rain went back farther than she could remember. There were no frightening stories, no comical antics that she could recall that might have incited this strange aversion.

So needless to say she was more than a little peeved at herself for not checking the weather today. That was something she really ought to get into the habit of doing. If she had, she might have thought to bring an umbrella today and she wouldn't have been caught off guard with the downpour that came from nowhere.

By the time she had managed to find the nearest shelter--the verandah of someone's house--she had been completely soaked to the bone. Great. Just great. She only hoped that whoever lived here wouldn't mind her waiting it out.]

D - Normal Day

This place would always be home for Maggie. The smell of books both new and used was more familiar to her than anything else. Back when her mother manned the family bookshop full time she'd always bring her in here. All her life Maggie had lived, breathed, and fed off books which would account for her bibliophile nature now.

Now here she was managing the store. It was a tiny but comfortable place called The Winding Way. The sort of place that was easily missed as it was a shop in the basement of another building, accessible by some narrow, steep stairs from the sidewalk above. Yet once inside it was warm and invited, cramped with shelves on all walls full of everything you could think of, from the classics to the most bizarre and obscure of books. In the back was a small lounging area and Maggie was seated at the front behind a counter near the entrance, idly playing on her laptop.

When the door open she lifted her gaze from it and smiled at the newcomer

Welcome.

E - Wild Card [closed]

Maggie had watched the movers for the past couple of days, curious to see if she could discover what kind of people her new neighbors would be. The furniture had not been much, and she had seen nothing that hinted as to their being kids so it must not have been a very big family--really, a part of her figured it was someone living on their own much like herself.

Whatever the case a move was always an exciting and nerve-wracking thing. She remembered moving into her college dorm, then moving from her mother's home. Those memories were drove her to start collecting things from stores and around her home that she didn't need--a welcome basket to help with those first couple of days when they would doubtless need to do a lot of unpacking. Foods that didn't need cooking, bathroom supplies, snacks, a bottle of wine and some flowers. That should be sufficient.

Curiosity was now growing alongside her desire to be helpful. Just what would her new neighbor be like? Well, it was time to find out. With that, she gave the door a firm knock.

mwahahaha

[sermonize]

Moving was a taxing process. To be fair, Kavi never really expected to move once his college years were done, but here he was. He packed up and moved to the place his sister had left. There was some kind of irony in that, but he wasn't going to actively look for it. It wasn't like he was jumping at the chance to apply at Karson's school of all places either. Poor kid. Kavi hadn't gotten around to shooting his nephew a message to tell him either. That's what moving did to him - rattled him enough that some things were just forgotten in the flurry of thoughts and ragged preparation for this.

He was nowhere near done, though. Yes, the furniture was situated just how he wanted it ( for now ). Boxes were piled in every room it seemed like. It would take a solid day or two to go through them meticulously and ensure all his knickknacks and treasures were put in their proper places. Kavi was on his couch at the moment, taking a much needed minute to himself. He would have to show up at the school tomorrow so there would be no time to start the perilous unpacking process. Perfect opportunity to just breathe...

Or so he thought. The knock at the door made him jump then squint. Kavi wasn't expecting anyone. No one he knew, anyway. Perhaps one of the movers forgot something behind. "One moment."

Pushing himself off of his ( far too comfortable ) couch, Kavi made his way back to the door. Instead of one of those burly men that had been hefting furniture, what he saw was definitely a surprise. "Ah. Can I help you?"

Guy Cecil/ Gailardia "Guy" Guardián | Tales of the Abyss

[sigmundstyle]

[ Here is Guy. Here is Guy minding his own business. Guy could be walking to class or hanging out at the mall or hell, walking through the park if you wish. ]

[ What Guy doesn't know is he's had an echo. That echo isn't immediately obvious... until he pulls out his phone and gets a little distracted, which ends with him bumping into a girl and him promptly reacting as though he's touched molten lava. He jumps back, squeaks a bit and shivers like a deer in headlights. All because of a girl? ]

[ Well, this is embarrassing. He can't really get himself to move closer. Wanna help him regain his composure and pick up his stuff, or was it you he bumped into? ]

[ Still not happy with a name for him tbh so if you've got suggestions, I'm open to them :') ]

JAN IM SORRY THIS IS ALL I GOT

[athismercy]

[Much like Guy, Theodore has had an Echo of his own, just barely a second before Guy's own. The Echo, as he's strolling through the mall? His long, beautiful blond hair. Which Guy has obviously mistaken for something else, because he is Definitely Not A Girl, and he turns to look at the other. There's an obvious look of irritation and he crosses his arms.]

Watch where you're going, would you? Some of us have no time to waste with rude individuals.

[YEAH OK THEO]

Signless || Kavi Singh || Homestuck

[sermonize]

NORMAL DAY

[ which means spending his 7-4 inside of the high school building. listening to kids with their worries. trying to give them their options so they can graduate on time. some times it's just lending an ear when someone needs it. not just students either.

and maybe. maybe he could be trying to avoid a certain nephew that tends to think that Kavi is his own personal dumping ground. likely why he's being overly cautious taking his lunch in his office today. ]




RAIN

[ the meteorologist had only said a 30% chance of rain. thirty percent. so why is it that the downpour had started twenty minutes into his trip to the metro stop? Kavi has no umbrella. no coat to drape over his head. ducking under the metro stop is the only way he's going to avoid being drenched and soaked to the bone. ]

Just my luck.

[enrages]

[ Your caution has failed you, Kavi. It has failed you miserably, and it will continue to fail you, because Karson Valenti has had a bad day. Which means you, too, are about to have a bad day. Sharing the wealth and all that jazz. ]

Hey-- [ He doesn't even bother to knock. Instead, he kicks open the door with all the fury of the burning sun. ]

I'm sorry, but do you know Ms. Hall? She's a fucking moron, and you need to get her fired!

Blake Belladonna | RWBY | I'll think up an AU name later, you're not the boss of me!

[descendsfromshadow]

[25 this time around, Blake is a freelance photographer who has had photos in some large-ish newspapers and magazines but nothing that would really get her name on the map. More likely if anybody recognizes her, it's from being the bass player in the local rock group (tentatively called) RWBY. She runs a photoblog website called "A Thousand Words" in her spare time, consisting only of photographs with no commentary from her. The idea behind it is to simply present what's happening and let others draw their conclusions.

Lately, she's been running around town being a pain for the cops and the baddies at Thunder Corp by putting up pictures of weird goings-on and stuff they'd probably like to keep out of the public eye.]

[And now for prompts!]

Rain
[Just your standard rain prompt. Blake's stranded out in the middle of a downpour, having taken shelter just a little too late to avoid getting drenched. Can you give her a ride or something, or are you caught out in the weather too?]

Monsters In the Park?!
[It turns out that Vermini creatures don't like nosy people snapping pictures of them behaving oddly. Now there's a bunch of alien-possessed critters closing in on her and she's running out of space to run. Assist?]

Mall/Slice of Life
[idk, hit me with your slice of lifey stuff. Whatever you got.]

Other!
[As mentioned, Blake is in a rock band. Awesome! It's nothing huge but they get some work around town and here you are at the same place. Are you a fan, employee at the place they're playing, or what? Either way, feel free to say hi either before or after or help set up. These amps won't carry themselves.]

Rain | You have my respect for trying to app her. Since we have little info on the RWBY mains

[herofacade]

[Maybe he should've left the video game store sooner. That would've saved him the mess of getting caught in the rain. He takes shelter in the same spot, that this black haired woman has gone under.]

Well, there goes any dreams of going home dry. Suppose I'll have to settle on damp.

Thranduil || LOTR || >>RAIN

[athismercy]

[No matter how rich you were, and Theodore Theron Oglethorpe was Very Rich, you could not control the rain. Though it wasn't imperative that he get to the architectural meeting of his newest casino out on the shoreline (but not too close to the shoreline,) Theodore was very invested in his work. He wasn't about to decide on something while he wasn't there, but his phone had lost signal in the rain and he was left waiting in the lobby of a building in the upper end of the shopping district. He could have rushed out of the building in the storm for a cab, but that would mean getting soaked with rain, and ruining his hair and his clothes and everything else utterly disgusting. So he stands there and pouts, like no man his age should, holding his shopping bag in one hand and his spritzing phone in the other, arms crossed.]

This is deplorable. How dare I take an hour to myself for once, if this sort of nonsense is going to take place.

[If you're nearby, and look like you're the proper age for a cellphone, he'll probably be demanding to use it in 3... 2...]

[dualshredder]

[Aww, rain. The shopkeepers best and most dearest friend right now to suddenly blizzard and of course drug bush just close enough but far away enough.] Welcome to Coral Reef’s Deen: The Shoppe and Cafe. Are you looking for anything in particular? [Not that you don't look like you're fresh out of the rain, you big fat slut. Sucking up all of the shops heat with your rich boy face.



MMM-- and what a face that is, though it's the rich boy kind not the obligatory gay kind. Anyone with half a smile and the attraction the the same sex would understand.]

Cross Blanchard -> Caleb Blake | Original

[herofacade]

[Caleb Blake is what you'd see as your average fifteen year old student. Standing under an average boy's height at 5'6, messy light brown hair and skinny as all heck.

His lazy and carefree attitude has either earned him great animosity or new friends. Either way, he doesn't care.]

[Rain - He's waiting for the bus outside the mall. He had skipped school today in order to bum around and look at the new comic books that were in. Poor choice considering the torrential down pour. He's currently standing in the bus booth with his headphones plugged in as he lazily reads through his new comic book.]


[Normal day - Caleb's at school and it's the big test today in Chem class. He got through maybe half the answers before he decided to take a nap in the middle of it. When it's about 30 minutes from ending he finally arises from his sleep, scribbles a few answers and goes to wait outside the class for his friends.]

[Monsters - Well, shit. This actually does earn more than apathy. There's full out terror as he's just backing away and looking for an escape route. Caleb's currently just armed with a lead pipe.]

Shit, I did not ask for this at all today. I must be cursed if this messed up crap just happens.

[Wild card - Surprisingly, Caleb is actually seen doing work for once. He's a cashier at the local comic book store, but he's paying more mind to his own stuff at the moment. Either drawing in a sketchbook or reading the new issue of Captain Justice.

Or anything under the sun.]

WILD CAHD

[reapsthewind]

[It's time to get the newest issue of Giant Robots Punching People: IN SPACE. Which is actually more like Giant Robots Are Sad And Have Issues, but who cares.

Doop doop.]

Yo, I reserved the trade of this title, you got it in stock?

Michelle Velasco (Chell) | Portal | rain, rain, go away (or you can do a wildcard scenario, whatev')

[tenaciousc]

[Michelle Velasco- age 26, lived in the city since graduating from LCU a few years ago, and finally starting to feel like her life is getting on track after landing a job at Prometheus. (It beats working at that place at the mall, for sure. That fashion chain from France, you know the one? They were trying to make jumpsuits a thing. Jumpsuits.)]

[Rain- It started out as a mere drizzle: enough to be cold and damp and uncomfortable, but not enough to really get in the way. Michelle thought it would be perfectly acceptable to go out on her Monday jog despite the weather, so of course it turned into a massive downpour halfway through.

She's taken shelter in the nearest coffee shop. It's not her usual place, they're taking forever to fix a simple cappuchino, and she's looking more than a little cold and grumpy as she waits near the door in her dripping windbreaker.]

Audrey Tierney (The Clawed Girl) | They Bleed Pixels

[nctosa]

{a. rain}



[ there is an absolutely drenched young lady taking shelter under one of the numerous bus stops in locke city. which bus she's waiting for is up for debate; after all, she didn't give a second glance to the one that just pulled off. perhaps she's just taken this route enough times before to know the schedule.

or perhaps it has something to do with the book in her lap, all bizarre diagrams and incomprehensible symbols. she seems to be turning the pages one by one, inspecting each individually to see whether the water's damaged any of it. ]

Oh, drat. Oh, no no no, oh no...

[ she also seems to be murmuring sadly to herself. care to interrupt? ]


{b. fighting in the park}



[ audrey has been trying quite hard to not actually fight the herd of crows that's been chasing her for two or three minutes now. for one, the nightmares have been getting consistently more violent lately, and she hardly wants to give in to something as base as that (especially when such pretty birds are involved!). more importantly, though, she'd have to take her gloves off to fight back - and she hasn't taken them off in public yet, with good reason.

so instead, she just clutches her book to her chest and keeps running. really, it's more exasperating than anything. they'll have to grow tired sooner or later, right? sooner, she hopes - she doesn't know how much longer she can keep this up for. ]

B~

[shortspoken]

[ LET ME TELL YOU A FUCKING THING ABOUT ELLIE LYONS. You know how some people go jogging in the park every now and then to stay fit? Ellie laughs at those people (at home. Later. In private. Because seriously, that laugh). Real fitness buffs go jogging with a little set of weights in their backpacks. And do like a billion situps after each lap of the park. And don't break a sweat whilst doing so, because sweating is for wimps and Bertls (which are often the same thing).

There's a point to this, I swear to fuck. Much as Ellie loathes making any kind of public spectacle of herself, she decides to alter the course of her jog to help Mysterious Little Girl out. Honestly, it'd probably look weirder if she didn't - what kind of normal adult leaves a child to fend for themselves when they're being attacked?

That's the only reason, of course. It's not like she cares about little kids or anything. B-bakas.

ANYWAY - as she draws close enough, Ellie swings her weighted-down backpack at the birds, hitting one of them with a strangely satisfying crunch and spattering of blood. COME GET SOME, BIRDS, ELLIE GONNA FUCK YOU UP.

WHILE SAYING NOTHING.

SHE'S SO BADASS AND SILENT AND COOL. ]

Ethan Landes | Syaoran Li | Cardcaptor Sakura

[bladeoftradition]

[rain]
Ethan's waiting for the school bus for the moment; it's raining a little harder than he'd expected, but he did managed to remember his umbrella this morning, so it's a little cold but otherwise not too bad. That said, are you perhaps the poor soul who forgot his/her umbrella this morning?

[monsters]
The park. It'd been pretty quiet here, up until things went south with the sudden arrival of a bunch of Vermedi. Pretty much everyone's running for their lives... wait, who's that kid that's standing up and starting toward the thing? Is he sane? Might be a good idea to save him.

[at the mall]
The soccer team had taken the day off practice because of some event using the field, and he didn't have judo today, so Ethan's sitting out in front of the coffee shop with a cuppa and paging through a book on Shintoism. Which... doesn't really suit the rumors about him. Ask questions? Offer knowledge? Wonder who the hell this kid is?

[rain]

[keywarding]

[Of course she'd forget her umbrella today of all days!]

But it was so pretty this morning!

[Who is she even talking to? She's running through the rain with her school bag over her head trying to make it to the bus stop. Maybe she'll be lucky and the bus will actually be there right as she gets there. Unfortunately for anyone in her path, Holly has her gaze stuck on the wet ground rushing beneath her. She's on a collision course and isn't aware of it.]

Jeffrey Solberg | Son Gohan | Dragonball Z

[saiyanscholar]

[OOC: So what happens when you give this kid a normal life and two overprotective parents instead of one? You get Jeffrey Solberg, a really brainy wimp who would really love to keep himself out of any danger, thank you. The kind of kid you may have been able to bully into doing your homework for you. If you went to private school, that is. He attended private schools until entering LCU at fifteen to study both architecture and economics. He's eighteen now, so in his third year. He's also a TA for a freshman-level math class.]

A: On campus
[It had been Mom's idea for him to become a TA this year. Jeffrey hadn't really been comfortable with it, but who is he to deny what his mom wants? He's at his desk, grading some of the week's math assignments. He's pretty intent on what he's doing, so he might not hear anyone come up. But if you need help, or have a question, he'll do his best to accommodate you. It's what he's here for, after all.]

B: Monster attack!
[He'd just been walking back to his house! What had he done to deserve this? That's . . . one of those "Cousin It" or "Vermedi" things he's read about on that strange network, isn't it?

[Oh no, is it looking at him? Surely it's looking at him. And coming toward him. No good can come from this. No good at all. What is he even supposed to do? He doesn't want to die. There has to be something he can do to prevent this whole dying thing.

[And so he lets out a little yelp and dives behind some bushes. Best strategy. Really.]

anthony albert (armin arlert) | attack on titan

[anequal]

[a; sleepovers! video games and movies]
[Friday's finally come around and the school week is over, so it's clearly time to have some quality time with the people you get along with, turning on that one N***lix movie you've been meaning to see or popping that new fighting game into the console and playing the night away. Anthony snatches a cushion off the couch as he sinks down into his spot with a yawn, arm stretching toward you to take a handful of the potato chips sitting beside you.]

So what are we doing? You said you wanted to start that game but you also said there was a movie?

[b; the mall!]
[There was no particular reason why you ended up at the mall together, but here you are, popping into random stores and browsing, even when there's nothing that really catches either of your attention or interest. Except for the last three minutes Anthony has wandered off into the next aisle over without explanation, and he's just now coming back around to tap on your shoulder and greet you with one of those stupid glasses on his face!!]

[c; a chance run-in in the rain]
[The weather forecast isn't unreliable, but sometimes it has its moments of being utterly wrong and Anthony curses under his breath as he dashes through the downpour, backpack clutched to his chest to keep the camera bag inside it dry. It doesn't matter if he knows you or not; you're the first person he runs into on the street with an umbrella and he raises his voice to catch your attention.]

Excuse me -- sorry! Can I get under your umbrella until the nearest play to keep out of the rain? There's something I can't afford to get wet!

[d; text]
it's easier to know that the ones i keep getting flashes to aren't in this city but it's starting to get really disturbing

quick survey: how many people keep remembering things related to people or animals or anything that is definitely literally larger than life?

8V

[onlyleft]

I've remembered giants though I don't think that really means anything.

I really hope it doesn't mean anything, anyways.

Marco Bodt/Marzio Bosco | Attack on Titan

[onlyleft]

a: the rain;

[There's really probably worse things that could have happened - like, say, it was snowing, or hailing, or something like that. Rain is pretty mild compared to some of the other weather, but that doesn't make him any less miserable and unwilling to leave the safety of the coffee shops awning. Which he should probably do soon, because it's not like there's a lot of space under there, and there's probably some poor soul who actually has an umbrella who wants to leave.

(If he had money to buy a coffee, he wouldn't care, but he's thirteen and broke and he really doesn't want to deal with any dirty looks from the workers just yet....)]

b: mall shenanigans;

[He's not big on shopping. He doesn't really get an allowance, and he's picky as hell. Still, malls are...about one of the best places to go when you're too young to do shit without your parents driving you around.

Speaking of parents, he's not sure where his mom has disappeared to. It's her fault that Marzio is at the mall in the first place. Something about one of his aunt's friend's having a baby so they had to get baby shower stuff or something? (He'd never understand why his mom obsessed over babies so much.) So, he's alone in the mall and he has nothing better to do than wonder around the mall and rifle through clothes racks, staring and judging clothes that are way overpriced for how flimsy they are.

He lives a difficult life, truly.]

d: text post;

I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to have freckles. I didn't have freckles before.

Is this normal? Did someone draw them on me when I wasn't aware? Seriously, this is weird as hell.

[substitutable]

Probably drank some freckle juice.

Really tho people get weird shit like that all the time. Don't sweat it. Or maybe you just got sunburnt so bad you suddenly grew freckles who knows?

Loki Laufeyson (Dr. Lucas Lorenson) || Marvel Cinematic Universe

[sly_god]

[General info: Recently moved to Locke City with his wife and child, Dr. Lucas Lorenson is a clinical psychologist as he has a deep and abiding love of the mind and all its intricacies. He runs his own little practice of his own, where he offers counseling, psychotherapy and consultation services to whomever needs it.]

Normal day at the Mall

It was still quite early as Lucas strolled through the mall, holding his two year old daughter in his arms as her little legs could only take so much exercise and she refused to get back into the stroller. His wife had went off to look at a couple of shops on her own, leaving him to take their daughter to the toy store to look around.

Though in all honestly, he didn't quite mind having a little daddy & daughter bonding time. He couldn't say why, but when it came to Elise, he felt the need to spoil her and give her all the attention that he could. He never wanted her to feel ignored or that she wasn't special. He promised himself that no child of his would ever feel neglected.

Excitedly Elise tugged on his shirt collar, pointing as the displays in the toy store window got closer. Lightly he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her tempo and took her inside the store. Slowly he placed her down on the floor, though no sooner had her feet touched the floor, she squealed with delight and grabbed his hand insisting he come play with her.

"Alright dearest, lead the way." He chuckled, allowing himself to be dragged to a train table display by a small two year old girl.

OR

Wild Card: Visiting his practice

It was a rare morning where Dr. Lorenson was running late to work. He hadn't slept well as a reoccurring dream had awoken several times through the night. His mind was still absorbed in the images of a great battle, people were screaming and scrambling for shelter, while he seemed to have a view from the air. Though almost always he would awaken and could remember nothing else. Yet, those screams haunted him.

His mind was still absorbed in his thoughts as he walked across the lobby of the building that he had rented a floor for his offices. It wasn't until his cellphone ring that he snapped back to reality. Quickly answering it and assuring his secretary that he was on his way. Hopefully the couple of morning clients wouldn't be too put out with his tardiness. This wasn't exactly something that happened often. The moment he walked into the waiting room, his secretary handed him a cup of coffee and his clients folders.

"Sorry for the wait, I should be with you shortly." He assured the waiting patients as he walked into his office to get situated, before calling the first client of the day in.

[sly_fox]

A little while later, Hannah spied them both up ahead of her. She'd left Lucas and little Elise alone so they could have some bonding time together. That, and she'd been wanting to buy the little one a gift, and she didn't particularly want her daughter to see it. With a soft smile, she made her way over to them, holding a small, black plastic bag containing Elise's gift.

"Hey, you two." She grinned, approaching them with a slight wave. They looked like they were having fun.

"I was just about to ring and see whereabouts you both were."

angeline strauss / stocking anarchy (paswg)

[sugarslice]

hair salon (new echo)
[ Here's Angeline, sitting in a salon chair as she tries to cover up the mild discomfort that is her hair being washed by the stylist with small talk. The small talk, however, is mostly carried by the stylist.

She never knows whether it's better to keep her eyes open (despite the odd angle) or keep them shut (despite holding a conversation). Both options are equally awkward to her.

Today, she's opted to keep her eyes closed. Really, though, neither option would benefit her any because neither allow her to see the sudden growth in her hair.

And boy is it dramatic. What was once waist-length is now thigh-length and spilling over the sides of the sink. The stylist is shocked. The adjacent stylists are shocked. The clients waiting for their appointments are shocked.

Angeline has no clue.

Now is the time for action, dear Numbered. Will you:
a) freak out,
b) pretend you're like all the other non-Numbered people,
c) have mercy and get this poor girl the hell out of dodge, or
d) other? ]

grocery (vermini)
[ Cashier, bagger, and general grunt employee of a certain Locke City grocery store, Angeline is currently restocking the baking goods aisle. Holiday season always saw a blast through the spices.

As she goes to restock the depleted cinnamon column, her fingers brush against something fuzzy. With a tiny, strangled noise of surprise, Angeline whips her hand back and stares at the spot. A vermini scuttles out, zigzagging down the shelves and out the aisle.

She stares at its path, silently dumbfounded.

Then a whole bunch of vermini start pouring out of the spice rack. ]

grocery

[dominateartimus]

[Xander was sent out to be the errand boy to get some more ingredients for the bakery section of the store. He's seen Angeline from time to time in other aisles or in passing at one of the many cashier areas.

He doesn't bother her from her task, despite catching the small noise from her. Once he's done getting the right items, he steps back, turning to see a sudden wave of critters he wasn't familiar with. This wasn't good.]

...Are you all right?!

[His tone is polite and concerned as he approaches, reaching out an arm to pull her away.]

Mai ... uh, last name to be decided // A:TLA

[maipokerface]

[ooc; Your character is likely to recognize Mai from the following:
- She works at a shop in the mall. For now we'll say hot topic, that amuses me.
- She attends Locke Highschool and will be a senior this year.
- She's apathetic, generally anti-social and a touch of a goth in terms of dress.]

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RAIN;
Does it have to rain every day?

[That's probably an overstatement but frankly Mai feels like that's all it's been doing for days on end. She just managed to get under the overhang before a little coffee shop in time for a real torrent of water to be dumped from the sky. She stands, pulling those long sideburns from where they want to stick to her cheeks.

At least she hadn't worn a skirt today. She busies herself shaking the water from her umbrella with heavy annoyance.]

MONSTERS IN THE PARK;
[If there's one good thing about the echoes, they have a way of timing themselves just before you need them. Mai ducks into an alley, trying to avoid a few wandering dogs that look none too typical. She flicks a hand and the reassuring pressure of a knife rests against her palm in a way it wouldn't have a week ago.

She smirks a touch as dark-painted nails dig into the grip of the knife, her voice breathless and yet amused.]

This is kind of exciting actually.

NORMAL DAY AT THE MALL;
[What do you do when you're broke and the last thing you want to do is stay to listen to your mom and dad fight all day long? You go to the mall and enjoy things you can't afford to buy ever.

Currently Mai is enjoying a bookstore, flipping through some cheap book about some horrible bloody crime spree. Don'tcha love the crime section?]

OPEN;
[Make up something if you don't like these prompts, I'm game.]