shabadoobie touch to [TEST DRIVE]

[hopediesalone]

HERE WE GO AGAIIIIIN

Here's a few options, ganked from the last one and still as shamelessly stolen from even earlier versions.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU
> Or make up your own

Very nice! Test Strike! FABULOUS!

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Ken Amada || Persona 3 || pls ignore babby icons

[watchthis]

[The young (relatively speaking) prosecutor is out on his lunch break downtown, sitting quietly in a small cafe and reading a work of fiction to take his mind off of the rape and murder that occupy him on a daily basis--]

[Haha no way, he's working through lunch as usual, standing outside of his Ciel Cadillac with a notebook, scribbling something down neatly from his briefcase and letting his coffee from the cafe across the street grow cold. He looks hurried and a little overworked, but there's nothing slowing this 37 year old spitfire down. His case at the moment is two months old already and the longer they sit on it, the less likely there will be a verdict he approves of.]

[After all, justice must be served.]

[You may recognize him, as he's been on the news every so often for large court cases, the most recent a double rape-murder case involving the kidnapping of a seven year old girl.]

text;

[dualshredder]

[Oi, it's break time! Even the boss needs his break away from all those old rusted heirlooms-- and no, not the antiques. Houston is speaking of his mid-day crew of visitors, all old woman and men who have nothing better to do with their time. Making sure every second counts till they fade away on that death bed their disgusting children put them on.

Looking up from his phone at the sign of police cars- Ken might be around.. Calling him out isn't out of loneliness, oh no. After three long years of living day by day with the man they've both come to common with one another. No- his call it out of that terrible need for attention, it's completely different, not romantic in the least.

-The right term is conceited.]

hey ;))

what you up to? huh?

[Can you see him across the street, he's not even attempting to hide the fact that he knows you're busy and you don't have time for his petty bullshit.]

text;

[watchthis]

Messages for this phone are being held at this time. When the recipient unlocks their message box, your message will be delivered.

AT&T Wireless

text → audio;

[dualshredder]

Oh, you piece of shit.

[No one freely ignores Houston Laffy, he knows your emergency phone number. Here's hoping that bastard didn't change it..

201-355-9826

The dial tone rings.]

action;

[watchthis]

[Ken takes a pause in his writing, feeling his phone vibrate in his coat pocket, and holds everything a bit haphazardly to pull it out, looking at the number calling him... Before putting his phone right back in his jacket and continuing to write.]

action;

[dualshredder]

...He's ignoring me!




[Oh no you don't, cops can't stop him. Ken is going to answer his question even if it is purely out of disgusting nosy curiosity, not out of practical feeling.

The police stop him from entering the crime scene, 'You're not promoted here, sir' and all that other garbage.]

That's my shop, right over there! [Houston points to an establishment that isn't in fact at all his property, but they don't know that. Thanks to Ken he also knows what limits the police can be pushed...] You will unhand me!

[Marching over quickly to Ken's side, hands going around his shoulders.] Did you get my message?