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TEST DRIVE MEME: Good weather?

IT'S SPRING
I almost literally can't believe it isn't snowing right now just to piss me off.

How it Works
Due to the nature of Save the Earth, it's a more complicated process to play in than most other games. With this in mind, it can't hurt to experiment a little.

Post your character and in the comment share a few details regarding their reincarnation. Repeat if you have multiple ideas you want to try out, as many as you like. It's also suggested that you set a scene and there's a few prompts below to help there, but think outside the box if you like. Then tag around to other threads and help your fellow prospective players to test out their characters and the variations on them. Don't be afraid to presume a little CR to make a scene flow more freely, or to assume an Echo or two. If you have an app, complete or in progress, you might want to link it.

Current players may also use these meme to test out specific future Echoes, or as a general meme. Certain scenarios may even be transferred to game canon if both parties agree and it does not conflict with in game events.

Prompt 1: Location

The Park
The sun has got his hat on, hip hip hip whatever go to the park.
Ice Cream Parlour
Don't lie, this is the first place you want to go the moment the sun even half appears.
The Pool
That, or here.
At Home
Because naturally when it's a nice day you want to cower inside.
Barbecue Party
Abandoning all paranoia, everyone has turned up at a barbecue. It's the wildest party imaginable.
Beach
Apparently Locke City has one. I bet it's nice.
Country Hike
All that nature out there can be visited too.
The Street
Oh man, this is the worst location prompt ever. I apologise.

Prompt 2: Event
Suddenly, Rain
And here's you in just a white shirt and short shorts.
A Public Echo
One of those places up there triggers an inexplicable Echo. Are you going to have to grab a hat to hide those new horns? Maybe it's even your first.
A Date
I hear nice weather gets people in the mood for romance. I'm against it, personally.
Here on Business
Mysterious goings on have been detected in the area and it's your job to check them out. Some suggested shenanigans could include plants that try to eat people, a red herring new statue or maybe this thing popping out from behind a bush to play a saxophone in an irritating manner. Go nuts.
Getting Used to a New Echo
Maybe this one is a pain in the butt, either if because it's noticeable or hard to control. Or maybe you just like to practice.
Everything is Normal
Things aren't bizarre 24/7, you know.
Alien Invasion
The Martians* are attacking! They want our brains/world/women/hot dogs. Take these freaks out... or cower in terror.

*Martians are not actual Save the Earth villains.

Threaded | Flat

[because I have this NEED to play pigeons, you don't even know. Fujishiro Nageki's an uplifted pigeon who died and haunted a school library. If I took him to the game - I probably won't - he'd start as a bird.]

[so there's a mourning dove in the park. Normal enough... only, it appears to be reading the discarded newspaper it's standing on. Or just focusing on it weirdly... oh, no, wait, there's a flurry of activity as it tries to turn a page rather larger than it.]

[Lleld Kemberaene is a very little weredragon. Here she is Elaine Kendall, and has Laron-type dwarfism - four feet tall, on the chubby side, resistant to aging. She's older than she looks, though she won't say how old. Thinking about a public echo. Her kind of weredragon appears totally human until they get a moment of unbearable claustrophobia, race out into an open space, and turn into dragons for the first time.]

[Shiro Nakamura moved here just a year ago from San Francisco to attend culinary arts school in Locke City. He's 22 and almost six feet tall. The most interesting thing about him is probably that he's albino; his hair is perfectly white, his skin is ivory, and his eyes (currently hidden by some stylin' wrap-around sunglasses) are purpley-red. No pigment means he has to be careful, though, and so he's wearing a broad cowboy hat and every inch of uncovered skin is slathered in sunscreen.

But he can't help it. He just loves the sunshine after such a long, cold winter! When he'd seen the notice about an open barbecue on one of the many pinboards at the school, he'd made plans to go right away to enjoy some cooking, food, and sunshine. Maybe it would help him get his mind off the weird dreams that he kept having. Ever since a strong rainstorm a week or two ago, every night he'd dreamt of drowning in a flooded city. It... wasn't pleasant.

But what WAS pleasant was trying out his new recipe for barbecue sauce on a delicious rack of baby-back ribs! Oh, and maybe a dry-rub, too. Fresh herbs and spices right from his little indoor garden. He seems to be having plenty of fun, humming to himself as he modifies his sauce]

[Dick Grayson is circus acrobat turned vigilante... Rick Graystock, here? Rich boy, orphaned, and a gymnast.]

[And very curious and socially aware. Yes. Especially curious.]

[In canon Jack here is literally Jack the Ripper and a 'Heroic Spirit' summoned to fight in a war over the Holy Grail. Her official class is Assassin and she's all sorts of scary powerful. And eats hearts.

Reincarnated she's an orphaned child forced out on the streets by her prostitute mother, who, with her first echo, has gotten back her silver-white hair and is currently rummaging around in a trash can that's a little too big for her.

Her weight on it, however slight, causes it to fall with a crash and after taking a moment to recover she crouches down over its spilled contents with a deeply concentrated expression.

There may or may not be a knife held tightly in her fist.

(spoiler: there is)]

[In his past life, Feda Gandamak was basically a Kung-Fu Wizard that was part of a group of heroes that reintroduced magic to the world after 3000 years, then saved the world from the evil organization that aimed to conquer it. A loud, boisterous guy who flirts with all females whether he's into them or not. Although throughout his life he calms down and eventually becomes quite a balanced man. He tries a little too hard to be cool...and is so badly educated he can't do long division.

Feda Hosseini, on the other hand, is just a jock and a star of the Locke High football team, thanks to being a really big kid. Much more relaxed and a fairly chilled out guy in most respects, he's very easy to get along with. Still a flirt, but not by impulse. Despite icons, he has pure black hair usually tied back.]

Pool-Getting Used to a New Echo

[Feda had always had a neutral opinion of swimming, but his latest Echo had given him an affinity for water that was making the experience way, way better. It wasn't quite super human, but it was certainly impressive to see him shooting up and down in lengths, circling other swimmers and generally being as at home as a fish.]

The Park-surprise me

[Health had always been important to Feda. He was far from stupid, but knew his intellect was nothing special. But he could make a career out of his sort of physique.

So jogging all around the park was a regular thing for him and he was hoping it would take his mind off the bizarre new side to his life. Except instead of allowing him to forget it for a little while, he instead spotted someone he recognised from the network. Pausing, he spent a moment deliberating if he should speak to them before deciding 'why not' and just sidling on up.]

Hey. Small world, huh?

[In Suzaku Kururugi's past life... uh... its very, very complicated. Let's just say he was a knight who piloted a mech and leave it at that. Also, he was a freakishly awesome martial artist. And might be gay.

As Kojima Midorikawa (he goes by "Kyle" to blend in better in america), he's a bit of a dork, is fond of video games and manga, but possesses only normal human physical skills. He's also an orphan, recently moved here from Japan on a student visa, and is living on his own while he works his way through school where he is a freshman at the University. And, yes, he speaks english.]

[PROMPT A - Ice Cream Parlor

Because, why not? Its a nice day, so after class he decides to stop off to get a milkshake. While he's enjoying it at one of the tables, he's also taking in a few rounds on that Hot Newly Released Game™ on that Really Popular Portable Gaming System™. Perhaps that's piqued your interest?]

[PROMPT B - Inexplicable Echo

When the Echo hits, he's left feeling hollow, somehow, strange an empty. The feeling passes soon enough, but its confusing and disorienting. It distracts him enough that as he starts to cross the street, he doesn't notice the oncoming car. By the time he hears th horn, its almost too late, but using reflexes he didn't have up until a few seconds ago, he jumps up out of the way...

...though that now leaves him hanging from the traffic light.

He might need a hand.]

[ooc: Lucy Lyesmith is a young lady in her twenties who desperately wants to break into show business. Or singing, or reality shows, or anything that will make her famous. Unfortunately, she has zero star potential and only mediocre talent, on top of horrendous luck. She's got a small job as a stagehand in Locke City's biggest movie studio, and still dreams of being in the pictures one day.]

[A: Ice cream]

[It's not that Lucy doesn't care about ~keeping her figure~. She wants to keep it very much. But she also has poor impulse control, which is why she's sitting at one of those cute little outdoor tables with stripy umbrellas, wolfing down a monstrous brownie sundae. And loving every second of it.]

[B: Sudden rain]

[Lucy really should have gone back for an umbrella when she heard the thunder, but really, it was only ten more minutes to the bus stop, and if she missed this bus, she was going to be late. Surely she could make it --

....nope. Now her clothes are soaked through, her hair a sopping mess, and her shoes need to be bailed out. Squish, squish, squish. Lucy trudges miserably through the rain and puddles, her bag held uselessly above her head. Will you help her out, or let her suffer until she reaches the bus stop?

When she gets there, she ducks under the small shelter and immediately takes off her shoes, shaking the water out of them as best she can, glaring death at the wet world outside.]

[Shawn Minamoto, eighteen-year-old eccentric and jerk, is going to ALL THE LOCATIONS. He attends every one of his classes and wanders the Locke High halls with a deeply self-pleased grin on his face. He passes through the Dead District, takes a quick stop by a junkyard and leaves with a few metal struts poking of his backpack. He drops by the ice cream shop for a snack and makes his way around the park - and he pops into his dad's ramen shop somewhere in his stroll, but tries to keep out of sight.

More than anything, greatly amused, he's putting his new catlike yellow eyes on parade - and trying to put off going home for the day and facing his dad suggesting that there's probably something that should be done about them as long as possible.]

[Al's app so far right here.

Look who's in his swimming trunks and feeling VERY CHEERFUL today? It's summer! And where else to enjoy summer than to spend time with your friends/family/whoever at the beach! Isn't that great?]

Uwaaah! The sea!

[Once Castiel, Angel of Thursday and Warrior of God, now Emmanuel Hall, divorcé and pastor of St. John's, a small parish downtown.]

[and he's in a bit of a delicate situation.]

[he was just grocery shopping, like any ordinary person. Of course, since the last big disruption, he'd been hearing a strange ringing sound in his ears. Nothing else odd had happened, no new objects showing up, or flashes of memories. But trying to ignore it and go about his business, of course, has proven difficult. He put out his best effort until, unfortunately, a young child enthusiastically pushing a shopping cart had run over his foot.]

[of course, he'd yelped in pain.]

[and everything made of glass in the building shattered.]

[no one else has attributed it to him--why would they? Save maybe the child who quickly gets scooped up by their mother, away from the glass shards littering the tile floor. The lights are all blown out, but luckily it's only mid-afternoon.]

[after a moment of stunned silence, he abandons his own cart and moves toward the exit, along with whoever else has stopped screaming or standing around in shock. Ordinarily he'd offer the employees a hand cleaning up, but he'd rather not linger in case the police show up, looking for one of them. He does feel guilty about it, at least.]

[ooc: feel free to assume previous CR/pick a totally different scenario, in-progress app is here.]

Edited 2013-05-03 01:18 (UTC)

[ Gwaine in his past life was a Knight of Camelot. Cheerful and flippant, problems with authority and a bit of a vendetta against nobles, not always the sharpest crayon in the box, and rather prone to drinking. And to taking a sword-first, ask-later approach to most big issues in life. But ultimately kind-hearted and friendly, and as reliable a friend as one could ever hope for.

Gavin Lloyd, current resident man of construction, is a bit less mature than Gwaine got 'round to being, and a lot more reckless with himself on the whole. Might rate it as a 'hot mess' tier of troublemaking. Still loves a pub and a friendly conversation, though. Left home about as early as he could feasibly manage it and hasn't looked back since- hasn't particularly wanted to, actually. Once he made it out of town, suddenly it was all he could do to keep moving for a while. Like looking for something before he could figure it for what it was. Made for a fun few years, anyway. He's come to something of a rolling stop here lately- come on, what's not to stick around for? Seems like something new and strange is happening every week, and that's beautiful. ((idk I am awful at this IF SOMETHING MAKES NOT ENOUGH SENSE YOU CAN KICK ME There is sort of an app in progress here but alsjdf it is basically full of ridiculous outlining dumb stuff. anyway: ))

PARK.

Dude, gotta love the park. Gavin surely does. Sometimes in more of a relax and people-watch capacity, but occasionally (like today) in more a manner that involves shouting "heads up!" and tossing a frisbee at the first person to establish visual contact with him.

Theoretically, it seems like a great way to meet someone new. In practice, it's at least a lot of fun to try.

OBLIGATORY BAR SCENARIO.

Drinking quietly! Or possibly betting on something! Possibly meeting at the urinal? Or could it be there's a huge scrap happening inside and some completely innocent upstanding fella has been thrown out onto the sidewalk? Really, anything goes. Come have nothin' but a good time.

SO A PLANT IS TRYING TO EAT US WHILE SOMETHING PLAYS UNFITTING SAXOPHONE MUSIC?

As listed in potential Here On Business promptings. Jesus, but he never took to gardening or band music. Is it kosher to be tearing leaves off of this thing, or is that some sort of groin-kicking equivalent he's never thought about-? Will that monstrosity ever silence itself?

Man, fuck it, if it's trying to swallow him, he's fighting dirty. If he could just get to his lighter-- ]

How we holding up?

THE BEACH.

[ With his beloved captain's flagship docked for repairs in port, Soran's not left with terribly much to do in town. The people are boring, the places even more so, and to top it off, he's broke, making his options in the way of merrymaking slim to none.

Therefore, he's currently sitting on the edge of a lawn chair he jacked from some poor kid who went crying off to mommy, munching on a hot dog he... also jacked from said kid (shouldn't have insulted his badass scarf, shorty) and staring off towards the sea, a contemplative look on his face.

In the sand, he idly etches the outline of a strange symbol with the end of a stick. Feel free to come bother him, but he's kind of zoning out at the moment, so you might have to wave or dance or grow three heads or something to get his attention. ]

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY.

[ Well, shit. It's raining. Being a desert dweller, primarily, Soran's not a big fan of precipitation of any kind; his experience with potentially dangerous projectiles is limited to sandstorms and the occasional food stand riot. Hugging his loose jacket and baggy trousers to himself, he huddles under the overhang of some fancy restaurant and hopes, prays they don't have the foresight to recognize he ain't payin' anytime soon and that Neil will swing by to pick his soggy ass up. Also preferably soon.

Those looks he's getting from some of the bouncers (what kind of restaraunt has bouncers, seriously) are worrying him, though. Not that he's here to start a fight, but he's staying right where he is, thanks. Safe, if sopping wet and annoyed. ]

Edited 2013-05-04 00:46 (UTC)

[Nishikikouji Tohri is a beautiful golden pheasant, constantly busy developing advanced weapons/being editor-in-chief of a Shounen Jump type weekly thing/heading the Crow Party. Also probably the most two-dimensional character in the game, brilliant but shallow and petty and vainglorious and easily manipulated into helping the good guys. The nicest thing about him is that he's very loyal to his employees and artists.

If I took Tohri to STE he'd be a glamorous woman who still developed advanced weapons, though within the usual range of what's possible. Think Tony Stark pre-Iron Man but flamboyant and defiant about being a woman in this kind of industry - hated on for having authority, sexualized by everyone, expected to try and look masculine. Brilliant, vain, in vigorous contempt of whatever people think about her, kind of cold.]

[Character Info: App is here. It's VERY LONG, be warned.

Short(ish) version: In canon, he's Joshua Christopher, an "Apostle" with holy healing powers and pretty angel wings that pop up and disappear at will. However, his powers made him very sick, so when given the chance to take a literal deal with the devil to get a pair of demon horns that would make him powerful enough to surpass his illness, he jumped at the chance. But they made him insane. Oooooops! A bit childish, clingy, obsessive and impulsive, but still a kind, generous person that cares about other people underneath it all. After his sister saves him, his guilt drives him to become a member of a demon-fighting clergy for the rest of his life.

Reincarnated, he's Joshua Christopher Simmons, sometimes called "J.C." for short. (I haven't decided yet if he consistently goes by J.C. or if that's a family nickname that he's outgrown and instead has chosen to go by Joshua. You can use whichever you like.) His father was a chaplain in the US Army, so he grew up moving a ton (including a few foreign countries). His mother homeschooled him for some of the time when he was a kid. However, his father has recently retired and since Fall 2012 he's reentered public school as a freshman in Locke High since his mother has rejoined the workforce to help pay the family bills.

He's awkward, geeky, prone to escapism through books and gaming and other forms of media to help soothe his teenaged angst, and has a bit of a reputation as "the pastor's kid" and is occasionally a little overbearing about his religious beliefs, although he seems to mean well.]

Prompt 1: The Pool; Suddenly, Rain
[Joshua groans from his spot at a picnic table underneath the awning, glaring at the rain as it pours down from the sky. The weatherman SAID it was going to be sunny all day! A perfect day for the pool, they said! Enjoy your Memorial Day Weekend, they said!

He pulls a towel closer around his shoulders, sullenly chews on a Laffy Taffy and glances at his cellphone. 10 minutes. He'll give it 10--no, 15, 15 minutes to clear up, and if the rain doesn't stop by then he'll get dressed and head home. Maybe he could check in to see what his guild on Astro Online were up to.]

Prompt 2: At Home; Getting Used to a New Echo
[The location: on the Network. Joshua's taken to it like a duck to water. After all, he's always been a little bit more comfortable expressing himself online than in person.

He's hooking into it through his webcam, and clears his throat when he realizes it's started.]

Um...hi. [waves!] I was wondering...does anyone have any, um...say...small injuries, or a little fever, or something? I think I might have gotten the ability to heal people. I'd like to be able to test it out a little. But I'm still not good at it, so nothing life-threatening, okay? I'm no doctor or anything.

Oh, also. I need some help with something. [He takes a deep breath, and holds up his hands. They glow with a soft, golden energy, and as they do, angelic wings sprout up from behind his back. After a moment, he stops the glowing from his hands...but the wings stay.]

Does anyone know how to turn these off? [He jerks a thumb back to point at the wings.] This happens whenever I use my powers. They go away eventually but they're a pain in the a--ahhh, butt, to hide or just to move around with. And I definitely can't use my powers in public if this keeps happening. The glowing is conspicuous enough.

Prompt 3: IDK do whatever you want to do!
[And I'll go along with it! \o/]

[Actually, home is exactly where Becky wants to be in this weather, after the way the school day went. There was one of those weird... vertigo things, but no memories this time; she'd almost dismissed it as nothing when she got home and found it. And then she wrote her network number on her bathroom mirror. We hope you can forgive the London Tube shower curtain.]

So, um. Someone brought a Tesla coil into assembly today to show the students. And it set off one of those... vertigo things, and then - well, has anyone seen one of these things before?

[She holds up what could easily pass for a ray gun in a '50s sci-fi movie.]

Very steampunk, I have to say, but I haven't figured out what the hell to do with it yet. I mean, it looks like it has some kind of... charge port, maybe? So I'm guessing it's not just a costume prop? But. I don't know. Found it when I came home.

I'm just glad it didn't show up in my classroom. I don't think I would've been prepared to explain that one. [Really, the fact that she can't seem to leave home without a pair of purple gloves in her purse anymore is bad enough.]

[Character info App is here! SHORT SUM UP, Tadashi in this life is a senior in the local high school, a slacker, friendly type who will talk to a stump (and sometimes gets the stump to talk back) and something of a known prankster.]

[Memorial Day weekend was always a grand time to be out. The early parts of the day are laden with families, sandcastles and jetskis, picnic baskets and beach blankets. It was all well and good, but it was in the evening when the bonfires roared to life, barbeques were fired up, coolers were dragged out, and high school and college kids started to crawl out of the woodwork.

The night is perfect for it too. The cool ocean air was quickly tempering the early summer heat, and pushing up the waves for a few enjoying the evening waters.

Tadashi was sitting with a few kids who were obviously well past any semblance of sobriety, trying really hard not to laugh as he delivered the lines.]

Nah, I heard about it from reliable sources. Stone cold reliable. If you slept through the light show it's gonna fall off eventually.

[As the guys eyes widen to saucers, it becomes harder and harder not to crack up.]

Edited 2013-05-20 15:37 (UTC)

[AU History: Basics, anyway, since I'm still writing it out but basically Genesis is now a woman named Genevieve Rapson. She works as a head librarian at the public library. She's quiet, eloquent, and a bit of an introvert. I'll try to add more as time goes on, for those who want to know who Genesis, in canon, go here!]

Well, this was a rather lovely day at the beach, even if it leave Genevieve a bit more sunburned than she had planned. She groaned, scratching at her neck and adjusting her book bag. At least she had some aloe vera at home. Man, and tomorrow was going to be another hot day she couldn't wear much to cover the redness. Just her luck.

Which just got worse as the heavens opened up and rain suddenly fell upon the city. Genevieve paused, looking rather annoyed as her clothes were soaked within minutes, her book bag, thankfully, made a thicker stuff and she didn't have to worry about it just yet. And yet, there she stood.

In the rain. She looked up, blinking at the gray skies. "Really? You just couldn't wait until I was inside?"

Edited 2013-05-22 03:42 (UTC)

[In her past life she was a surgeon, a terrorist, a spirit medium/investigator, and a mother (not necessarily all at once). Today Naomi Kaufman is a forensic chemist who's recently moved to Locke City to distance herself from those in the gang she ran with in her teens and make sure the daughter of her old friends stays out of danger.]

Prompt 1: The pool; suddenly rain
[It's a nice day. It's a weekend; Anna's playing at a friend's house for the afternoon and the forecast is good, so Naomi takes advantage of a rare opportunity and goes out to relax. She's lying back on a chair in a bathing suit, enjoying the heat and thinking about going for a swim--

Until she feels the first raindrops.]

Rain? You're kidding me.

Prompt 2: Ice cream parlor; new echo
[After the movies comes ice cream because it's not easy to say no to Anna and really, why not. At her side Anna's deciding whether she wants mint or chocolate chip cookie dough (only one scoop today) and Naomi's watching her in bemusement when her phone starts vibrating.

She goes distinctly stiff for a second before taking it out of her pocket and addressing Anna somewhat absent-mindedly.]

Hang on, honey, just a moment...

Edited 2013-05-23 04:43 (UTC)

[I'M NOT TAKING HIM HERE. NO. NOT HAPPENING. I miss playing Luke but he's exhausting.]

[Nathan Lukas, veteran of... Vietnam? The Gulf War? I refuse to put too much thought into this, because I'm not playing him. In his sixties but aging fairly well, right hand is a split hook prosthetic, kind but quiet and reserved much of the time, mildly Force-Sensitive for the past few decades since he lost his hand, has... a son he might have passed that on to.]

[He's got a cup of chocolate ice cream in his right and is alternating spooning up a bit at a time and turning pages of a thick hardcover with his left.]

[ Her name went down in history, Lucrezia Borgia, the Pope's daughter, with the hair of gold and the infamous charm and the rings filled with poisons.

Lucia Allegry is also a well known name in her time. The same gold hair and mischievous charm, she is an art collector and a socialite, a patroness of painters and a hostess of extravagant parties.

They say her origin is half Spanish, half Italian and she speaks both language fluently, in addition to some others. Educated and not only in art, this is the only daughter to the Allegry family, a powerful family situated in politics and business. They say all sorts of things about this family, corruption and blackmail and nepotism but nothing was ever proved.

That does not mean she is made of arrogance and vanity! not at all! In fact, one could find her in the park, wearing a long, flowing dress of white cotton with sandals and a wide straw hat.

Her lips, painted red will curl into a cheerful smile at anyone who might pass her. ]

A: RAIN

[Mamoru hears the thunder, and sighs up at the sky.]

...aw, man...

[And he's nowhere near his apartment, too. As the raindrops start falling, he ducks into a covered bus stop to wait it out. Maybe you were there first?]

B: STREET/TALKING TO GHOSTS

[There's a weird guy over there who looks like he's...talking to thin air. What a freak. Check it out?]

C: STARBUCKS

[Because his part-time job involves striking up conversations with almost anyone who comes in. Or maybe he's hanging out outside on a break? Either way, he'll be friendly!]

[Jungo is physically not very different then his past life. Tall and a little scary looking, he's just outta high school and living on his own, having aged out of foster care last year.]

A: Street

[Every day after work Jungo makes a stop in a few specific back alleys. The oversized young man is a common sight, crouching around trash cans and talking quietly to nothing... until the half feral cats come out to greet him and get leftovers from the restaurant]

B: Work

[Jungo works at a restaurant, training to be a professional cook. But he doesn't just work in the back: he serves, he buses, he mops- If you've eaten in this place, you've seen Jungo. And he's probably tried to befriend you if you're there more then twice]

C: The Street pt 2- oh shit Echos

[He's a peaceful creature- until you hurt someone he cares for. Perhaps someone picked on his cats. Maybe a random person was being mugged. Either way Jungo is going to town on some thugs. And hauling them around better then your average human should.

Part of him is seeing the gang that almost killed him in a past life, all ganging up while he tried to protect someone. So much so that he doesn't realize he miiight be causing more damage then he should. He's a beast enraged, and could end up having to be taken down himself before he'll stop]

[A country girl thrust into the big city, that was Rachel Puckett in a nutshell. When Rachel was a young girl, her father was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and fell victim to street crime. Terrified for her own life, and the life of her young daughter, Mrs. Puckett took her daughter and moved to an isolated farm in the countryside. There Rachel grew up mostly alone, with a few exceptions. However, at the encouragement of her two friends, she finally worked up the courage to take her GED in secret. After she succeeded, she applied to the Community College in the big city, and left away from her home in the dead of night. Now she is here on her own... wide eyed, and ready to take on the big, mysterious, beautiful city that she has always read about... I'm sure it's going to go exactly as planned.]

[ 1 -> Park ]

And.... done! [Rachel stands up and grins, admiring her work. If there was one thing that she really missed about the farm where she grew up, it was the barn. It was one thing that Mother had never denied her, she was always allowed to pain on the barn. So by the time she left the entire thing had been covered with paintings both large and small... all of her dreams, splashed all over that big barn. But now that she was actually in the city, painting on a canvas just didn't bring the same feeling. It wasn't until she saw a street artist creating a lovely chalk picture that she had the idea to paint on the street. And so she has claimed a bit of sidewalk in the local park, and has finished a picture of her own. The drawing looks a bit like this, although it's a bit messier. As she considers it, she taps on her chin thoughtfully]

Is it? Am I over-thinking this? That other drawing that I saw just looked so real! There has to be a way for me to make it... pop! [and yes, she does an embarrassing arm flail as she says the word]

Okay, water break, then back to work!

[ 2 -> Rain ]

[... Another failed interview. She thought that maybe she could make up for inexperience with enthusiasm, but it seemed like every employer wanted waitresses with at least a little experience. The first rejection? She was just getting started! The second? Well... nothing comes easily. But now, third flat-out-no?

She was getting tired of it. And it was raining to boot. Of course she didn't have an umbrella. Normally she wouldn't care, but she was wearing her nice interview clothes! She only had one outfit that didn't contain some sort of denim, she didn't want to go make a mess out of it.

So she's just going to... stand under an awning looking dejected as she stares up at the sky]

It has to stop eventually.... right? Ugh... [she massages her forehead with her hands]

Edited 2013-05-30 03:33 (UTC)

[In her past life, Winter was a middle school student that moonlighted as a magical girl protecting her city. In Locke City, she's not anything special (yet), but she's got a heart of gold, brains to spare, and... no social skills except whatever she can learn from books.]

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[Normally, someone in the ice cream parlor would be... well, eating ice cream. Instead, there's a dark-haired girl here with her nose in a book and a steaming cup of tea on the table next to her. The book, oddly enough, appears to be a collection of famous Japanese love poems, but she's totally engrossed in it. And as she reads, for some inexplicable reason, she starts to cry; she only vaguely realizes it herself, apparently, as there's a long delay between when it starts and when she starts to wipe her eyes.]

[2]
I can't believe I forgot it...!

[Running through the rain is something Winter is... not unknown for. But normally, she'd at least have her umbrella, or her jacket. But she managed to leave both of them behind today by accident, so she's trying to hurry to wherever she's going in the middle of a downpour, long hair streaming out behind her. After some distance, she takes cover under a store awning, a hand on her chest as she tries to catch her breath. The storm doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon... Winter looks up to the sky, sighing.]

Edited (apps might be good) 2013-05-31 22:11 (UTC)

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