[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

[bloody_twins]

"We've never shot anything alive before," came from Wes, a little defensive and a lot guilty, even though there wasn't anything necessarily accusing in the girl's statement.

Tony, finding nothing but an ordinary crow, no different from unfortunate roadkill, lost his interest in poking at it and stood, dropping his stick. "And we won't do it again," he added, a reassurance for his brother rather than the girl, stepping back to his twin and gripping Wes's shoulder briefly.

Wes sighed out a deep breath, running a hand over his hair, a nervous kind of gesture that ended with giving his ponytail a tug before he dropped his hand again. "But we didn't imagine that? They really had extra legs?"

[roadstotheriver]

"Good." Because it probably belonged to someone, some kind of escaped experiment or mutant pet. Though the whole disappearing legs thing bothered Claire. There was no way she could explain that. Shapeshifting just wasn't possible, as far as she knew.

She resorted to wiping off her book, but the bookbag resisted her tentative efforts. " ... you don't happen to have a car with paper towels nearby, do you?" she asked after an awkward sort of pause.

[bloody_twins]

No additional confirmation from the girl, but... she'd definitely said it. Extra legs and teeth on the crows, that weren't there anymore. And that... was a lot harder to wrap their heads around than somehow imagining and hallucinating it.

Wes was already looking at her, and Tony turned her away again as well at the question, not-quite-mirror images. They both shook their heads, but one reached inside his suit jacket after a moment and produced a pocket-sized pack of tissues, which he offered with a, "Here."

"That's our fault," the other pointed out, mouth curling a bit at the thought of anything of his getting splattered with crow gore. "You want us to pay for a new one?"

[roadstotheriver]

That was Claire: generally a bit absent when it came to casual conversation and answering direct questions. She looked up at the offering, then blinked and took the packet. "You're pretty handy, I guess. Guns and kleenex...."

She set about wiping the worst of the gore off, expression still pretty disgusted. "It'll wash. And you were trying to protect me, I guess." So in order words, naw, she didn't need them to buy a new one.

[bloody_twins]

Well that... wasn't so bad a way of looking at it. The twins looked momentarily surprised by this perspective, then found their strained expressions easing somewhat. Yeah... they had done that, hadn't they? Those birds had given them a bad feeling, buzzing them like that, and when the one had seemed about to dive-bomb the girl Tony had reacted immediately to shoot it down first.

"Guess we were. Glad it worked."

"Huh.... You think they were part of a bigger flock? Maybe we should walk you wherever you're headed in case more show up."

"...Tony, I don't want to shoot anything else."

"Neither do I, but I don't want a lady getting attacked by rabid bird-mutants, either."

[roadstotheriver]

Claire wasn't at all sure what she thought of that. Two men-- older than she was, by probably a decade, and really rather handsome-- flanking her all the way back home? It was... well, it was a bit nerve-wracking to consider. Besides, they were only birds. "I could have handled it myself," she said, but her voice was low, a self-conscious and slightly embarrassed mutter, and she focused down on shoving books back into her bag.

[bloody_twins]

Obvious signs of discomfort with the situation, all, and the twins remained too different from their former selves yet to be oblivious or outright ignore them. But... still. Those birds bothered them. Their reaction to them, as well....

One attempt at cajoling. They could do that.

"You wouldn't leave a couple guys like us to worry about you, miss, would you?" Light tones, a little self-deprecating, as if painting themselves as worry-warts rather than her as vulnerable.

"Can we at least see you out of the park? If there's any more of those things, at least I don't think they'd follow any of us into the city from here."

[roadstotheriver]

Lirael glanced up at them through her hair, uncertain and still a little annoyed with the whole situation. But she didn't particularly want to be rude, either, not with them looking all... friendly. And toting guns around, for that matter.

"Oh, all right. If it's that important to you." She shoved the last book into her bag and heaved it up onto her shoulder.