[TEST] DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT

[reapsthewind]

I HONESTLY COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD PICTURE SO THANKS LAVVY

Here, have the slightly more relevant song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_nLlL1mwKI

Anyway, this is a random scenario test drive meem, since we've had an influx of new potential appers. I am a bit too lazy to make this a proper meem, so you make your own shit up. Here's some inspirational scenarios:

> The Mall. The hell are you doing out in the suburbs, bro? And why is that woman trying so hard to sell you nail polish?
> The Park. MAN IT IS A NICE D-- shit is that a Vermicelli or whatever the monsters are called?
> Arts & Crafts Fair. Cute knit cat cozies! Bad pretzels! YEAH.
> Rainy Day. It's wet and you're stuck at the bus stop. HOW DEGRADING.
> You get an echo while someone else is around. SHIT. PARANOIA TIME.

Or make up your own!

Comments

[shortspoken]

[ Aave pls go.

Annabel pulls Alan to his feet with relatively little effort. She's a lot stronger than most would give her teeny self credit for!

As she's willing to demonstrate by keeping her grip firmly clasped around his hand. It might be a little too tight for comfort, but she doesn't give a large number of fucks about that. The smile is gone, at least? ]

Time to go.

[ She starts picking up his art supplies with her free hand, tossing them carelessly into his backpack. Paint splatters may be a thing that is happening. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

H-hey!

[He struggles, but since he's about as strong as you'd expect from a teenaged art dork, it's not much good.]

Be careful, at least-

[Wait, that sounds like he's giving up.]

-I mean, you can't throw my stuff around like that! I've got rights!

[shortspoken]

[ She pauses mid-toss just to raise an eyebrow at Alan. The eyebrow is quirked at precisely the correct angle to communicate that she just did throw his stuff around like that.

Silly boy. ]

I don't see anyone rushing to protect your rights. Do you?

[ Dropping a handful of paintbrushes into the bag, she reaches out for the only thing that still needs to be put away.

The painting.

Her hand is kind of painty and she's probably going to smudge or dirty the canvas a little. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[No.

Hell no.

She can do whatever she wants with him. She can even ruin his art supplies if she wants. For all that he says, Alan Hunter is mostly bark and no bite. When push really comes to shove, he'll give in, no matter how angry it makes him.

But no one - no one - touches his art.

With speed and strength that will on later consideration surprise even himself, he snatches at her hand, stopping it from reaching the painting.

The rational thing to do next would be to take the painting, pick up his stuff and go quietly. Unfortunately, he is currently not feeling particularly rational. Later he'll realise how stupid it is, but right now headbutting a security guard as hard as he can seems like a perfectly good idea.]

[shortspoken]

Ah-!

[ The shock of anyone - anyone, least of all a lone kid who can't even be out of high school yet - daring to do such a thing is enough to make Annabel let go of Alan's hand with a pained gasp. She stumbles back, raises a hand to touch her lower lip, and her mouth drops open in outraged surprise as she realises there's blood there.

Yes. That was an actual expression on her face. HOLY SHIT.

Her features soon rearrange themselves into their usual cold linefacey selves, though, albeit with more fury than before. She mad. She super mad. And now that Alan has committed assault (hah!), she has the authority to take him down.

Again. ADVANCE OR ABSCOND? ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[For the sake of Alan's health and safety, it is incredibly fortunate that he has not yet regained his past life's fighting spirit. For now, at least, he understands that sometimes discretion is the better part of valour. And now is definitely one of those times.

He grabs the painting (probably smudging it even more than Annabel would have done, but it's okay when he's the one doing it) in one hand, the backpack in another, and runs.]

[schild]

It's fine, I was just out on a run and I'm already sweaty from jogging anyway.

[ The station wasn't very close or anything, but a cool jog in the rain wouldn't be so bad. Plus, this guy obviously needs the help. Reiner holds out his umbrella. ]

Your groceries are gonna get all wet, though. Take it. You can just stop by the station to give it back another day.

[schild]

[ It's the fifth or so lap when Ryan notices the guy on the bench. For a tall dude, he kind of seemed to melt into the background, really. On the eighth lap, Ryan's actually looking when the guy in question almost stabs himself in the face. Being the nice guy that he is, he pauses his music and walks over, making sure the guy's okay. ]

Woah, you alright?

[toobig]

... Right.

[He glances back at him, taking the umbrella he's offering but doesn't move from under the bus station.]

Thanks... I... Uhm, I'm-- Bertholdt.

[He might as well introduce himself if the guy is being nice. That's what normal, social people did, right? He still can't meet his eye, though, and it's awkward trying to avoid it when he's so tall.]

a formal apology to any time in the future I just type Reiner instead of Ryan and don't fix it......

[toobig]

Oh--!

[Ryan caught him by surprise. He knew he'd been watching the other, but he'd been preoccupied with rubbing the mark on the side of his nose, and frowning at the ink that had gotten on his white sweater, when the blond spoke.]

I'm... I'm fine, yeah. I just wasn't... paying attention.

[Now he just feels silly. His cheeks grow warm and another trickle of sweat slides down his face.]

ohhh my god it happens to me too, don't feel bad

[schild]

Oh, okay. As long as you didn't poke your eye out or anything, haha.

[ Ryan laughs, but-- well, he's trying to be reassuring, honest. ]

You're a writer?

now that you mentioned it I totally wrote Reiner in the last tag whoops augh

[schild]

Nice to meet you, Bertholdt. [ Now there's a name that's gonna Echo later. ] I'm Ryan. I work at the firehouse a few blocks down, so don't worry about me. I can handle a little rain.

[ Dude's kind of awkward though... Maybe he needs a hand. ] Sure you're okay? You gonna be able to carry all that?

[toobig]

No... just my nose.

[He blushes still, setting the pen down on his notes in his lap, hoping there isn't any ink left on his face.]

This? No... it's just a manuscript I'm editing for one of my authors...

[toobig]

You too.

[He fidgets with the handle of the umbrella a little, just nodding.]

I'll... bring the umbrella back there sometime, then? And... I'm fine. It's just two bags...

[For a guy his size, that's nothing. He wishes he weren't so ...awkward around people, this guy seems nice.]

[schild]

Yeah, I'll be around. [ Ryan smiles. He's glad to help really. ] Just ask whoever's on duty if I'm there and I'll take it off your hands. Don't even sweat it.

[schild]

Oh, an editor, huh? That's pretty cool! Have you worked with like, any famous authors? [ Not that Ryan's a huge book fan but... ]

You've got, uh-- [ Ryan points at Bertholdt's nose, there's smudge of ink close to where it meets his cheek. ] Still.

[toobig]

Uh... uhm, a couple... best sellers, yeah.

[He looks embarrassed, sweating nervously, before the other speaks again and starts wiping his sleeve against his face again.]

S-sorry... I'm not... really presentable.

[toobig]

Okay...

[He just nods, fidgeting still and finally looking back to Reiner.]

Are you sure...? It's-- the rain is getting heavier...

[schild]

Woah, that's awesome! You must be really good! [ Ryan's actually impressed. This guy probably knows famous people! That's so cool! ]

You're still not quite getting, lemme just-- [ Ryan grabs a clean towel and a water bottle from out of his bag, dabbing some water on the cloth. ] Turn your head. I'll get it for you.

[schild]

Nah, it's fine!

[ The rain really is picking up, though. He'd be soaked to the bone by the time he got home. Ryan, why did you insist on even going out today...? ]

Uh, I mean, I'd walk you to your place, but unless you live on the way to the firehouse, that's not gonna make a lot of sense.

[toobig]

I... thanks.

[He looks timid, before his blush darkens and he fidgets a while before taking off his glasses and turning his head, looking so painfully shy...]

O-okay... thank you.

[toobig]

No... in the, uhm, other direction. I think.

[He twists his hands around the umbrella.]

I still don't... you don't... have to do that...

[schild]

[ Setting a hand on Bertholdt's jaw, Ryan dabs the stain till it's gone. Poor guy was blushing so hard, it's almost kinda cute. ]

There you go. Careful with that pen, huh? Could've hurt yourself.

[schild]

Don't worry about it! I've been jogging. The rain'll feel good.

You'll be giving it back, right? Then there's no need to worry. Here. [ Ryan extends his hand, offering to shake. ] Let's shake on it.

[toobig]

[He stares at him a moment, the blush still on his cheeks, before he nods and reaches to shake his hand. His palms are sweaty and his skin is overly warm, like he has a fever.]

Right. I'll... bring it over tomorrow.