[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!

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[lastalian]

[she flushes a little when the woman looks at her, self conscious, and looks down. But no scolding comes. Mari chews on her bottom lip, looking around cautiously, finally realizing the woman is more preoccupied with something else.]

[an animal in the trees? That's not new, but even she knows it's bigger than it should be, and she hesitates, wanting to back away and go about her business but burning with curiosity.]

[she shuffles around to the other side behind the jogger, trying to get a better angle. Nothing but a dark shape mostly hidden by the leaves.]

Wh...what's that? [her own voice surprises her a little.]

[walkerofearth]

I don't know, but it doesn't belong here.

[She folds her arms and watches until it's scurried up out of sight, sighing when this happens.]

I hate a mystery. [And glancing back down.] Don't you?

[lastalian]

[her eyes widen when she's addressed, and she doesn't say anything right away, freezing in place.]

As long as it doesn't--bite anyone--

[she feels funny. Like the time she'd seen that light in the sky and asked her brother why there were fireworks. He'd told her she was daydreaming. But she'd remembered a boy about his age, leaning in close to her face, his brow creased with worry. He was wearing strange clothes, like he worked in a circus or something. Asking her if she was okay. But he'd called her Richard. That was a boy's name...]

[But this time, it's a lot scarier.]

[Marisol pales, nearly dropping her book before clutching it tighter to her chest. She's seen fights before, sure, but it doesn't really compare to remembering being sliced open. She crouches down, huddling around her schoolbook in a ball, feeling faint.]

[walkerofearth]

[The kid's upset somehow comes with... sympathetic pain? Something like that, something enough to let Lenore know it's not dramatics.]

[She doesn't touch the child, or hover too close over her, but she does crouch, herself, a little slowly to remind her knees to behave, within sight.]

Hey. Easy there.

[lastalian]

[She hiccups a little, trying not to cry--she never cries, especially in front of strangers. But it was so sudden. Mom would just say she's daydreaming again, letting her imagination run away with her. But who would want to imagine getting hurt like that. And hurting someone in return--the anger she'd felt, the vengeful force, was frightening.]

[she straightens up as soon as she can, wobbling a little. It's probably better that Lenore isn't attempting to fuss over her, because she wouldn't know how to handle it.]

Just got dizzy. [she blurts it out. Usually she's better at lying, but she's still disoriented.]

[walkerofearth]

Bull. You keeled over, kid. [She doesn't get up herself, yet. That often needs a bit of working up to these days.] Take it easy, you don't want to pass out or something.

[lastalian]

[Marisol screws up her face indignantly and hastily scrubs the beginnings of tears from her eyes, trying to focus.]

I'm not gonna. It was just a stupid-- [she stops, pushing her breath out in a huff. She's never told anyone, about the numbers, about how she'd been reading the messages other people sent. She's still young enough that her cynicism doesn't prevent belief, especially if it promises escape. But for all the danger promised in the messages--Don't give out your name, the police know-- it's not anything new for a kid like her. She knows where her brother's money comes from, she knows where Mom went when she comes back incoherent and giggling. She knows enough to get her little sisters dressed for school every day when Mom can't so no one knows anything is wrong. Because it's not. She can handle it.]

[She's never seen someone stabbed or shot, though somewhere she knows it's a matter of time. Beaten up, sure. But that was different. She always prided herself on an iron stomach, so the bout of nausea, the shock, was mortifying.]

I have allergies. [She adds this with a scowl, her previous timid demeanor nowhere to be found.]

[walkerofearth]

Uh huh.

[Slowly, Lenore gets back to the world of the upright.]

Those seem to be going around. Take it easy anyway.

[lastalian]

[eager to change the subject, Marisol points at the tree where the creature was just a minute ago.]

D'you think it was rabid?