[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

a formal apology to any time in the future I just type Reiner instead of Ryan and don't fix it......

[toobig]

Oh--!

[Ryan caught him by surprise. He knew he'd been watching the other, but he'd been preoccupied with rubbing the mark on the side of his nose, and frowning at the ink that had gotten on his white sweater, when the blond spoke.]

I'm... I'm fine, yeah. I just wasn't... paying attention.

[Now he just feels silly. His cheeks grow warm and another trickle of sweat slides down his face.]

ohhh my god it happens to me too, don't feel bad

[schild]

Oh, okay. As long as you didn't poke your eye out or anything, haha.

[ Ryan laughs, but-- well, he's trying to be reassuring, honest. ]

You're a writer?

[toobig]

No... just my nose.

[He blushes still, setting the pen down on his notes in his lap, hoping there isn't any ink left on his face.]

This? No... it's just a manuscript I'm editing for one of my authors...

[schild]

Oh, an editor, huh? That's pretty cool! Have you worked with like, any famous authors? [ Not that Ryan's a huge book fan but... ]

You've got, uh-- [ Ryan points at Bertholdt's nose, there's smudge of ink close to where it meets his cheek. ] Still.

[toobig]

Uh... uhm, a couple... best sellers, yeah.

[He looks embarrassed, sweating nervously, before the other speaks again and starts wiping his sleeve against his face again.]

S-sorry... I'm not... really presentable.

[schild]

Woah, that's awesome! You must be really good! [ Ryan's actually impressed. This guy probably knows famous people! That's so cool! ]

You're still not quite getting, lemme just-- [ Ryan grabs a clean towel and a water bottle from out of his bag, dabbing some water on the cloth. ] Turn your head. I'll get it for you.

[toobig]

I... thanks.

[He looks timid, before his blush darkens and he fidgets a while before taking off his glasses and turning his head, looking so painfully shy...]

O-okay... thank you.

[schild]

[ Setting a hand on Bertholdt's jaw, Ryan dabs the stain till it's gone. Poor guy was blushing so hard, it's almost kinda cute. ]

There you go. Careful with that pen, huh? Could've hurt yourself.

[toobig]

[This is so embarrassing. He sweats harder, just letting him clean his face up as his hands wring in his sweater sleeves.]

Thanks... I... wasn't really paying attention so, that happened...

[schild]

It's fine, no harm done. What matters is you're ok. [ Ryan smiles, handing Bertholdt his towel because why not, he can keep it. It'd be awkward to just get back to running... ]

So what's your manuscript about? If you can tell me, that is. I'm just curious.

[toobig]

[He takes it, dabbing his face dry of sweat idly, and then puts his glasses back on.]

Thanks... Uh, it's fantasy. It's... really popular right now. It's one of the few manuscripts I've gotten that... don't include hunky shirtless vampires posing in... the woods.

[schild]

Oh wow, you edit those kinds of books? That must be great.

[ Because you enjoy them, or because they're stupid? Which is it, Ryan... ]

Sounds like a lot of fun.

[toobig]

That's not all... Just what's popular right now... We do biographies, histories... just about anything. I really like... science fiction.

[Bertholdt knows they're stupid, it's okay. At least he doesn't get real romance novels.]

I... enjoy it, yeah.

[schild]

Science fiction, huh? That's cool. Doing what you love is the best.

[ Ryan's just so in love with being a fireman and saving people, really. ]

shamelessly connects threads

[toobig]

Yeah... you're right.

[He smiles a little, nodding and looking away again as he blushes.]

You said... you're a fire fighter, right?

good do it

[schild]

Yeah, that's right. You remembered!

[ Ryan smiles. It's nice that Bertholdt remembered. Because, well, Ryan really is proud of his job. ]

Whyddya ask?

[toobig]

Just... Making sure.

I... didn't want to say anything... Stupid.

[schild]

Stupid? No way. It's just like how the saying goes-- there's no stupid question, just stupid answers?

[ Wow Ryan, you're lame as heck. ]

[toobig]

Is... is that really how it goes?

[They're both huge losers.]

[schild]

I think so. It's something teachers say. Right?

[ Ryan no. ]

[toobig]

Stupid answers are... almost more frightening than stupid questions.

[He totally believes it.]

[schild]

Well, yeah, but what constitutes as a stupid answer?

[ You guys have some dumb conversations... ]

[toobig]

Something... really dumb, maybe.

[huge gay babies]

[schild]

[ ....idiots. ]

Right! So, there! You haven't said anything stupid, see?