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( the test drive meme )

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

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[NETWORK ; Video]

[When the feed clicks on everyone paying attention to it will be greeted by a blonde-haired woman sitting around the common room, stilettos propped up on the coffee table and a beer in her hand...along with about ten empty cans lying on the ground. Isn't she classy?

...oh look, she just burped. Yep, definitely a classy lady.]

Wow! You know, I actually thought this job would be fucking difficult. After all, I gotta make sure no one breaks into the school and clubs you brats like a bunch of baby seals, but damn. This shit is easy! The teaching part's kind of a bitch though, but at least you runts make it interesting.

[After the young woman finishes talking for the moment, she downs that can of beer in a few seconds, drops it on the floor with the others, and continues speaking like she didn't just make a big ass mess.]

Oh, right! Forgot some of you guys have know clue who the hell I am. Enjoy your blissful ignorance for a few more seconds! To anyone who isn't a complete and total pussy, you can call me "Bad Girl". Is that my real name? Nope, but it's a pretty accurate assessment of who I am! Now for those of you who are pussies, call me Britney Mason, Brit, Ms. Mason, or what-the-fuck-ever floats your boat.

Anyway, I teach armed combat and I am the...on~ly security guard in this place! Golly, ain't that just swell? You guys aren't fucked at all!

[After smiling throughout that entire ordeal, she reaches her hand over towards the laptop's location on the couch...]

Welp, it's been fun, but I gotta go. There's about five more beers I've gotta chug before I can go on patrol. Later!

[...and shuts off the feed while giving a mock salute.]

[PROSE]

To anyone who had the misfortune of meeting Bad Girl in person, you may have at least some luck on your side, as she doesn't seem to be all that irritated. In fact, she seems rather content. Currently, she's laying down on the couch tossing a baseball up in the air and having it hit the ceiling before it falls down back into her hand. On the side of her is that same coffee table from the video...except now it has a small pyramid of beer cans on it. Yeah, after she left a few hours ago she just kept them on the floor. They were still there when she came back, so she figured it was a quick time waster.

Should you approach her in the common room, be careful. Once she notices you, a sly smirk might just form on her face and she may chuck that ball right at you with a quick "Think fast!" as your only warning. However...she could just continue bouncing that ball off of the ceiling to piss you off. Either or, really.

[That drinking. That absolute lack of shits given. Those shoes.]

You...

[Feliks sees what he wants to be when he grows up, sprawled in the rec room with her fabulous shoes on the table. She. She is glorious.]

I totally wanna be in your class!

[Teach him your hard-drinking, ass-kicking, hot shoe wearing ways, sensei!]

[One does not simply give no shits. There is a grave deal of practice, Feliks.]

Well damn, and here I was hoping this post would scare you little shits off.

[Almost without thinking, Bad Girl grabs another beer from off to the side of her and down about half of it before continuing.]

Guess this means some of you brats are either brave or suicidal. Or that you know how to have a good time, but I was pret~ty fucking convinced you all had a stick up your ass. Guess I was wrong, what a shocker!

[She gives a shrug, downs the rest of her beer can, then allows it to join its brethren on the floor.]

So. You got a name, kid?

[Well, he's already got a bit of a gift for it, judging by the utterly careless way he grins at the camera, flopping down on his stomach with his feet in the air like a teenage girl at a sleepover.]

I know, totally surprising, right? But I guess there's always gonna be people who just take stuff way too seriously.

[Stuff like mortal peril. Eh. He leans over the edge of his bed, retrieving a bag of paluszki and nibbling away at one.]

Feliks Łukasiewicz, but just Feliks is totally ok. Kinda a mouthful and junk, you know?

Edited 2013-01-03 15:12 (UTC)

[Mortal peril, pfffft. That shit ain't nothin' to a girl like this.]

Yeesh, you foreigners sure do have weird-ass names. But fuck it, Feliks it is. At least until I come up with a nickname I like better. Maybe "Fee-Fee" or "Flicks".

[He shrugs, drumming on a nearby notebook with two of his paluszki; they briefly turn into drumsticks, while he's thinking of them that way, then back again when he gets bored of that and eats them after all.]

Pfft, whatever works? Fee-Fee's a little weird, though, it's kinda more a 'fay' sound or whatever.

Yeah, it doesn't really have a nice ring to it anyway. I'll probably stick with Flicks--

[Wait a bloody second...okay, that was pretty damn interesting. Actually fuck that, she's really never seen anything like it before. Bad Girl's face lights up, a sly smirk crawling up her face.]

Holy shit! Now there's something you don't see everyday!

[He grins, obviously pleased with the reaction. Yes, feed his ego! Feeed iiit!]

Totally badass, right?

[He picks up a stuffed animal, and turns it into a very small, very purple, but nonetheless otherwise real or real-seeming bear. Then puts a stick of paluszki that he turned into a sword in its tiny, clawed hand... and his cell phone holder on its head, where it becomes a little bitty badass pirate hat. PERFECT. It struts around his bed, sort of aimlessly, and Feliks thinks it looks a little sad without a ship, so obviously he has to make his bed into a very small ship for his pirate-bear.]

[...This calls for a wardrobe change, too, he thinks. His shirt turns into a ruffly blouse and waistcoat, and his pajama bottoms to a fluffy, vaguely steampunk-y skirt.]

Like, there you go, Wojtek! [He might have... forgotten he had an audience. He appears to be talking to the bear.]

[You know, most people would would inform Feliks that he was making a complete ass of himself in front of an audience. Specifically, his soon-to-be teacher. However, Bad Girl is not most people. If her little Flicks wants to make an ass out of himself she's going to let him.

Actually, she's going to do one better. She's going to grab another beer, get comfortable, and watch this shit like it was the world series of baseball. Eventually though, it does start to get boring.]

Hey Captain Ahab, you done sailing the seven seas?

The warning was, actually, enough, as the young Morlock huntress whipped around, ripping a bone free from her shoulder and swinging it to meet the ball. With a 'crack' that probably left some fractures along the bone club, the ball zoomed off, crashing straight through a window.

"All RIGHT!" Marrow grinned, staring at the hole in the glass before turning to face Bad Girl. "C'mon, gimme another one!"

As the ball sailed through the window and shattered the glass, Bad Girl let out a whistle. Nothing wrong with breaking shit in this girl's book...although losing her ball was annoying.

"Sorry bitch, no can do. That was the last one I had, and I sure as hell am not going back to the gym to 'borrow' more." The blonde hops off the couch and stretches a bit, yawning. Then she turned her attention to Marrow again. "...although, if you wanna grab some and bring 'em here I'll still throw a couple of pitches for ya. This place gets boring as fuck, so it's not like I got anything better to do."

Kurloz usually sat in the common room watching people. Watching worked out better when he couldn't actually talk to anyone face to face. So few people knew sign language and writing or typing everything was a pain. Plus people always did interesting things. And you never know when someone looks lonely and in need of some cheering up. So he was always available for that.

The warning might have reached Kurloz with plenty of time to respond but he didn't move. So when the ball connected with the back of his head he fell flat on his face. And there he laid, he appeared to still be breathing but it was hard to tell if he was still conscious or not.

SSSSSTTTTRRRRIKE ONE!!!

Ouch, that looked like it hurt. Then again, the kid didn't shout or anything so how could she know for sure? Ugg, this sucked. She'd have to walk all the way over there, check on the kid, and make sure he was alright, lest Cueball...run her over with his wheelchair. Truthfully, she had no idea what he'd do, but she didn't really care. It would be a pain in the ass and not at all worth the trouble.

After letting out an over-dramatic sigh that just screamed "OSCAR", Bad Girl sprung from her spot on the couch, picked up her bat that was laying down on the floor, and walked over to him. Then she just poked him with the tip of her bat once she reached him. "Yo. Curly, you sleeping or what?"

The poke seemed enough to rouse Kurloz. He slowly pushed himself into the sitting position, all without a groan or anything out of him. Once sitting up he gave the back of his head a rub then checked his hand for blood. Nope, he was good. He tilted his head back with a smile up at Bad Girl and gave a thumbs up.

Phew, that would have been a total bummer if she had to carry this kid to the nurse's station. Bad Girl puts a hand on her hip, plants her bat on the floor, and shifts her weight towards it. "When I tell you to think fast, you should try getting out of the way. Or ya could catch the damn thing. S'not like I give a fuck either way."

Kurloz simply continued to smile as he gave a little shrug. The boy looked utterly helpless really. Not that he was he just played that way because it often worked in his favour most of the time. In reality he probably could have easily swung to the side and dodged the ball or caught it but well...somehow probably got a laugh out of him getting hit. And a laugh could mean a friendship. Because friendships are the best thing ever. Even if Kurloz didn't actually care one way or the other about people.

Edited 2013-01-04 07:04 (UTC)

"You're just a motherfucking chatter box, aren't cha?" deadpanned Bad Girl. Ugg, this one was kind of boring. The ex-assassin idly shifted her weight once more, standing up straight with her blood-stained bat slung over her shoulder. Hmmm...even if this brat was a bit on the boring side, there certainly wasn't anyone in the mansion like him. Guess that made him the most interesting boring person ever!

As she thought, Bad Girl tapped her bat against her shoulder without thinking about it. Force of habit, really. Either way, she'd might as well start talking again. Someone had to after all. "So. Can you speak at all or are ya just mute?"

The boy gave what appeared to be a silent laugh, what with the way his shoulders shook and all. Being called boring was a common thing. People just weren't comfortable with silence. But when it came to Kurloz silence from him was better than the alternative.

Finally he pushed himself to his feet, as sitting on the ground was starting to cramp his neck. He stretched to his full height, back cracking and popping as he did, before slouching forward. In response to her second question he smiled and gave a nod before raising a hand, forefinger and thumb pinched together like he was holding a zipper pull as he moved them both in front of his pressed together lips. While it was often a signal for "My lips are sealed" it also worked to tell people that didn't know sign language he was mute. Although he was mute by choice for the time being.

Gajeel was still getting a feel for the school. That meant he’d be doing a lot of walking, but it didn’t bother him. He didn’t feel like sitting still. He was still feeling just a bit restless being here at this school. Restless, but not really on edge . Still, when he walked into the common room, and suddenly heard that warning, his reflexes were great enough that he could react.

He held out his hand only and caught the ball in his hand. Figures that the first bit of action he’d see here was almost getting hit by a baseball.

Oh good, someone who wasn't a complete slacker. While hitting people in the face was always funny to this sadist, it got kind of pathetic after a while. Still funny, but pathetic nevertheless. Like a turtle who couldn't right himself.

Once the ball was caught, Bad Girl smirked. She got herself off of the couch, picked up her bat, and sashayed over to Gajeel. "Oh my, I do believe we've got ourselves a badass in the vicinity."

Well, he wasn't trying to come off as badass or anything. He was just trying not to get hit by a ball. Not that he thought it would do much damage to him anyway. He just stared at her as she came over to him. He didn't seem amused in the slightest.

"And someone with a deathwish. Next time, I'm throwing the ball back at you."

Yep. Even from a few feet away, she could definitely tell there was a rather large stick lodged firmly up this guy's keister. That was fine with her, as these types tended to be especially fun to fuck with. "Is that supposed to be a threat? 'Cuz if so, you kinda suck at making them. I'd just catch the damn thing and possibly throw it back harder. It's not fucking rocket science, ya know."

"You can take it however the hell you want." He couldn't really be expected to be anything by pissy when someone hurls something at his face when he is just walking through an area. And he wasn't worried about how hard she might throw it back at him. She didn't look all that tough to him.

Considering how some girl actually asked her to throw another one rather happily and another kid shrugged it off, it's kind of hard to predict how people will act in this place. "'Kay, I'll just take it as a terrible threat."

Looks can be very deceiving...and it's not wise to underestimate someone who's batshit insane. Bad Girl is proof enough of that, if the dried blood on her bat is any indication. Gajeel would certainly get a good look at it, as she decides to circle around him while twirling her bat, not even bothering to hide the fact that she's looking him over as if to sum him up. "So, what. You a new student or some shit?"

Edited 2013-01-05 19:23 (UTC)

Gajeel just stands there while she circles around him. He doesn't even have to see the blood to know it is there upon the bat, he is easily able to pick up the scent of it through the air. Gajeel also shows no signs of being worried. He'd seen and spilled his fair share of blood throughout his life.

"What does it matter? Does being one or the other change if you are going to attempt to bludgeon me with your little stick or not?"

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I think they like each other