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saveyourbrain2013-06-03 11:19 pm
reapsthewind) wrote in saveyourbrain2013-06-03 11:19 pm
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[TEST] DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT
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!
U3U
[He's not actually sure at all. Maybe it would have been a good idea to go with watercolours, they definitely wouldn't have counted.]
And anyway, all I've been doing is painting. There's nothing wrong with that.
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[ That's a pretty final-sounding tone of voice right there. ]
And you're stopping people from enjoying the park. We have signs for no smoking...
[ She takes a step forward. ]
...and no dogs...
[ Step. ]
...do we need to have a sign for "no assaulting people with paint," too?
[ She's standing awfully close to Alan now. Maybe close enough to pick him up and throw him out of the park with her bare hands.
Not that she would or could, obviously. Probably. ]
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[He swallows nervously, spending every last inch of his willpower to keep from leaning back.]
I wasn't assaulting anyone! It's not like I was following people around and throwing paint on them! If they didn't want to get spattered, all they had to do was not get too close!
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At first, she doesn't say anything. She just slowly lets her gaze wander downwards, bringing attention to how close the two of them are. Her eyes slide almost lazily from left to right, inviting Alan's to do the same.
There are no other people around.
At all.
Resuming unblinking eye contact. ]
So... by your logic... victims should know better than to walk into danger?
They should just...
[ She smiles. It's not pleasant. ]
...Run?
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Some people just should not smile okay.]
We...ll... I. Wasn't putting anyone in danger?
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A tiny part of her has to admire that, stupid as it is. ]
Hn. I suppose not.
[ She offers a hand to help him up.
She's still doing the smiley thing. ]
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One might almost call it...
an ambuscade.
Alan takes the hand anyway, because he is an idiot.]
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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. ]
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[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!
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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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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? ]
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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.]