[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 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?