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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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[waywardbird]

[ Jason was so wrapped up in not noticing the world that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps; a goddamn embarrassment, considering his training, but he supposed it could be forgiven given the circumstances. Exhaling smoke, he looked over at the new figure. ]

Sure, whatev- [ Oh shit this guy looked like Dick but also not-? Wait what if he was a teacher aw shit, Alfred was gonna be fucking pissed if he heard Jason was smoking. Play it cool, play it cool. ] -er. It's okay.

[justdickingaround]

[Dick gave him a shrug, not really reacting to what appeared to be recognition. If he knew who Jason was, he wasn't showing it. Instead, he nodded, eyes falling to the cigarette.]

You know, the professor's not a big fan of smoking on the grounds.

[His lip arched up into a small smirk.] But that's never stopped Logan, so I think it's forgiven. Don't worry, I'm no snitch.

[waywardbird]

I'm not really sure what that means to me, but I'll take your word on it.

[ Jason's expression was half-bemused, half-self deprecating. 'The Professor' sounds overly vague to him because, well; aren't all the teachers Professor --? Whatever. He'd figure it out later. Jason took another drag of his cigarette, pleased that he wasn't about to get ratted out. ]

Is this your spot or somethin'? [ Jason stuck his cigarette in his mouth, the ash perilously close to falling off on him, and stood up in one smooth motion. ]

I can leave if you want. Don't wanna invade your turf. [ That made the corners of Jason's mouth twitch up in something like a smile, the edges lined with a little bit of wickedness as the cigarette still hung off his lips. ]