[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

[wirsinddiejager]

[Alan can't help but stare. It's surprising enough being faced with someone that tall, but he can't recall ever seeing an adult look that awkward.]

Uh...sorry? I was kind of in the zone, so I wasn't paying attention.

[The fact that Bertholdt got an apology out of him says a lot about how bewildered he is right now. Normally nothing and no one can make Alan apologise for any consequences of his art.]

[toobig]

{ooc: His AU info is here if you need to see it for this u // w // u;; }

It's... okay I guess.

[No matter what incarnation of Bertholdt that ever exists, he will never not be beta.]

I need to clean them though... Is it water color or....?

[Hopefully. He needs his glasses!]

[wirsinddiejager]

No, it's acrylic, but unless it's already dried, it should come off without any problem.]

[Though the surprise is starting to fade, Alan's still been looking him over curiously. Now he turns back a little, crouching down to dig through his bag and pulling out a towel covered in paint stains. It seems this is not the first time this has been an issue.]

Here, you can use this.

[toobig]

... Thanks.

[He nods, taking the cloth in his hand and begins wiping off the paint. It's slow and messy, but soon the lenses are clear again at least. The frames didn't suffer much damage so after a moment he can put the back on.]

What are you doing...?

[He doesn't seem genuinely interested and asks himself why he hasn't left yet, but he does glance over at the painting.]

[wirsinddiejager]

I'm painting.

[He doesn't actually add a duh, but it's pretty clear from his tone that it's implied. What else would he be doing?

He steps aside a little to give a better view of his piece. It's a...not very impressive portrait of Batman. Though it's clear Alan has been giving it his all and the colours aren't bad, the stiff pose and questionable anatomy leave it looking very mediocre.]

[toobig]

I....

[A pause. He adjusts the sleeves of his frumpy sweater idly.]

Meant what. [He's not stupid, Alan.]

[Bertholdt peers at the painting again.]

It's... okay.

[wirsinddiejager]

[Alan assumes everyone is stupid. The internet can do that to you.]

That's a pretty lame reaction. If you don't like it, just say so. I can handle criticism.

[toobig]

[Well, he's a editor. Writing is a form of art. He has no real knowledge on this subject though, so he only shrugs.]

Just... looks a little funny.