you know what I'm sayin'?

[growing_pains]

( the test drive meme )

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before applying, and to see if things "click". 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.

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Shinichi Okazaki | NANA

[hired_pistol]

[1: Everybody knows that smoking ain't allowed in school]

Shin's found that perfect little spot to sneak off and smoke. A little alcove, tucked away out of visual range of almost everyone, it's always shaded but looks out on the grounds so you can watch the mutants playing in the sunlight. He lights up, inhales. The smoke floods his lungs, dark, fruity and sweet and on comes the swimminess of nicotine. He looks down at the lighter, still flaming a few seconds. He sees Reira in the flames, flickering, as bright as the sun that's baking the ground three feet away.

Dwelling on these kinds of things is not cool, so he snaps it shut. That's when he notices he's not alone. "Hey." He says around his cherry black stone.

[2: A veritable smorgasboard, orgasboard, after the crowds have gone]

Somewhere in the wee hours, you end up getting pancakes. It's surprisingly busy at the diner for this amount of time and tired and hungry from playing (as part of the opening act) and dancing (to the headliners, though whether you consider pogoing and moshing "dancing" is your personal preference), Shin's stomach growls. He gives the waitress the most pitiful look while she brings you their water and mysteriously your pancakes arrive much sooner than you'd think.

His eyes widen, even larger than they already were. "Whoa, so many..." He snatches one and immediately begins drowning it in butter and syrup.

[3: I wanna rock!]

Your roomie seems to have never developed a sense of when normal people sleep. Right now he's set his mini amp up and his long, black and white fender. Slender fingers dance over it, causing notes to roll out, thumping thumping like balls dropped through a chute. You might or might not recognize Rose.