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Test Drive 001
 Welcome to Atonement's first test drive, and thank you very much for stopping by! Please refer to the prompts below for ideas, or simply make up your own, whichever is easiest for you. Arrival: You don't quite remember how you arrived here. It appears that you're suddenly in a dead land with eerily red skies. The grass is dead, the trees are dying, and there's absolutely no sounds of life beyond your own footsteps, even if it feels like you're being watched somehow. Eventually along the narrow path you follow, you walk through gates that seem to guard a quiet, abandoned town and a sinking feeling starts to settle in that you are far from home and there may not be an easy way back. The sign hanging above the gates simply says "Welcome to Penance: Home Between Homes" and nothing more. Within the gates, there are the leftovers of what may have once been a lively, welcoming little town, if it didn't look as if people either fled or somehow vanished in the blink of an eye. There are dusty shops that are still stocked with supplies, many with their doors busted out or left open. There are homes that haven't been touched in what feels like an eternity but they still have furniture and the remnants of the people who lived there previously. Cars and bikes are littering the streets that are in varying shapes of usability. The more you look, the more unsettling everything becomes... First Punishment: As a show of good will, your hosts will give you a very easy, albeit potentially embarrassing, task to carry out for your punishment this month. First: There will as few secrets in Penance as possible. Transparency is key to atonement. You will reveal at least one sin in a way that will be permanent, which means via tattoo, scarring, branding, or other permanent means somewhere on your person. For those who are unable to be injured or scarred, there will be enchanted items that will be able to pierce even the toughest skin, cut deeper than even increased healing can recover from. All necessary items will be available at the tattoo parlor in town. If desired, characters may also make an announcement on the network listing their sin(s) for judgement from their peers. Settling: It's time to settle into a home in Penance, either alone or with roommates. There is comfort and safety in numbers after all... Do try not to fight over housing if you've both accidentally chosen the same home... Your hosts will be very unhappy if you start a fight this early on over such a silly thing. If settling down isn't something you feel like doing, you may go and explore anywhere that you'd like, including outside the gates. Please be aware that there may be demonic forms of all types of common animals living outside them that move swiftly and silently. They will vary in aggressiveness and tamability, so please keep this in mind. As a note, all threads may be considered game canon if all parties agree. Hope you have fun and thank you! Game is set to officially open February 1st or when we reach a minimum of 10 players. |
Negan | The Walking Dead
Motherfucker, fuckin--
[Dead. They told him he was dead as a fucking doornail even if he didn't remember it. They can fucking suck his dick before he'll believe that... they think he hasn't seen worse than red skies and a goddamn empty town?
He grips his barbwire bound bat tightly in hand, so tense he's almost shaking before he gives it another swing into some unsuspecting table, gouging into the wood, sending splinters flying. He's in some goddamn empty house that smells like dust and old age, and maybe this isn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but--
What the fuck. Getting out your aggression can sure as shit feel like the healthiest thing to do. Another swing of the bat, Lucille, and he takes out a lamp. It only takes a few more swings before he feels spent, standing in the middle of this fucking house, panting and more lost than he can remember feeling in a while.
Lucille, give him the fucking strength to keep going on.
He looks over towards the door, not entirely aware that his noise drew in attention. Well, fuck--
He manages his best shit-eating grin, draws in a calmer breath.]
Well, well... Can I fuckin' help you or what?
[He shrugs his shoulders.]
And don't mind me, now. Just taking out a little frustration, that's all.
02. mark;
[He's been in this godforsaken tattoo parlor for how long now? He can't even remember. He's been debating between the ink or the branding... playing with fire seems appropriate, but he ain't big on wearing his sins on his sleeve. What he's done, while he might have been an asshole about it, he's done it with reason.
Well, most things.
Shit he did to his wife, his actual wife... nothing could excuse that, but like hell is he wearing fucked up, cheating liar on his skin. He lets out a breath, shrugging out of his leather jacket.
It isn't the pain he's afraid of, no. He's got the balls to deal with a hell of a lot of pain. But he's not thrilled with having to advertise what his own personal goddamn business to this place.]
Never thought I'd be getting a tattoo, not anytime soon, but... hell, might as well get it over with, right?
One!
Now, he supposes he'll have to do the same here.
Calm and collected, Billy keeps one hand on a knife, seeing as the man is already armed with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, reeking of anger and surrounded with destruction. ]
No, I don't think you can.
[ This isn't what he's looking for, and he's in no mood to fight. Of course, if it comes to it, he'll defend himself without question. ]
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[Negan gives a slow grin before he lowers his bat, letting the top rest against the floor. A show of peace... or at least as much peace as he's ever interested in offering anyone.
Trusting people right off... well, that can just be a bad plan.]
Hey, calm the fuck down. I ain't gonna do anything to you... not if you don't do anything to me. Besides, I spent my load on this place already.
[He motions around with his free hand.]
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Don't have an interest in fighting.
[ Just trying to get the lay of the land. Size up who's here and how dangerous they might be. If he knows anyone, if this town is alive underneath it all. ]
How'd you get here?
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[People are a resource after all. He's killed, for a lot of reasons... but killing just to kill? Not his style. Not here, when they could very well need each other to stay alive.]
They told me I died... Now, shit if I can remember it. I went to bed one night, woke up in this hellhole. How about you?
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I died.
[ Lucky man, not to remember it. To die in his sleep. He still can feel the ache in his bones, in his flesh, of bullets tearing through his body. His last dying breath on the top of that belfry tower. ]
... Billy Rocks.
[ A small tip of his hat. As much of an introduction as he'll give. ]
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[And who the hell is he to argue it? He lets out a breath, shifting his weight a little bit.]
Billy Rocks... strong name. Sounds like you gotta have a pair of nuts on you... I like it.
[He nods his head.]
Negan.
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[ Another soft tip of his hat, a cock of his head in recognition. No reason to distrust the man- no reason to really trust him, either. Although it appeared he could be damn handy with that bat, strong with all the destruction he caused. ]
Where are you from?
[ Could tell a lot about a man from where he was from. North or South, West or East. What kind of sentiments they might hold, from his experience. ]
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Such as, you know, ending up here in the first place.
"Might as well," he echoes from a few feet away, offering a shrug and a helpless smile. "Or, you know. Don't."
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Shit, he doesn't know. He just sure as hell doesn't want to start carving into himself, that's all. "Don't think we'll get a slap on the wrist for that kinda shit?"
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