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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2020-01-12 10:22 pm
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TDM #10


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »


« « « LIFE WILL GO ON


It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is a brisk negative seven during the warmest parts of the day.



» » » BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW




It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « ASK ME ABOUT X




Along with the usual Dom and Sub seminars and demonstrations, the powers that be have decided to try something a little more friendly. After attending the mandatory classes, all characters are invited to a (mandatory) social mixer! There are beverages and light snacks, and mingling is highly encouraged.

Also, all participants have had their clothes removed and replaced with long shirts ( they are allowed to keep their undergarments, but nothing else is allowed ). Said shirts have the phrase “Ask me about _____!” plastered loudly and proudly on the front. It could be a character’s deepest, darkest secret, their most negative trait, or something embarrassing they had happen to them. Each participant is given a clipboard, pen and a piece of paper and are tasked with “asking” three others about what’s written on their chests. Once they’ve completed the task and handed in the assignment they’ll receive their clothes back. Of course, the long shirts can be removed, but that means you’ll be stuck in the nude or in your undergarments until you cooperate.



« « « ON A FLIP CHART




Not into your long shirts? Want to complain or refuse to participate? There’s another option! Unruly Dominants and Submissives will find themselves locked in a private room with a bed, stuffed together into a get-along-shirt. There’s no escaping the garment either, until certain conditions have been met. Written on a flip chart in the corner of the room are the tasks that need to be accomplished to “get along.” Are the two supposed to share a kiss? Sing a romantic duet together? Say the alphabet backwards in sync? The whole point of the exercise is to find that synergy a Dom and Sub pair are supposed to have. Maybe this isn’t the best way to find it, though…

When the conditions are met the shirt is removable or rippable. Otherwise no matter how hard the characters struggle they’ll find themselves unable to get the pesky thing off.



« « « THE LONG WAY AROUND




Many local businesses have adapted to the timing of newcomers, and take advantage of the incoming crowds to do a little marketing. Stationed throughout Duplicity in LIEr-adjacent places such as the train station, the Up Apartments, the Down Motel, and the orientation center are representatives for local businesses and companies handing out free samples and hoping to attract business later.

This month, there’s a particular presence by Harbroken Industries, a cosmetic and beauty company. They’re pushing free samples of their new pheromone perfume sprays, delicately scented and guaranteed to work. Sample bottles are freely available, but some overeager volunteers are taking the department store approach and spritzing unwitting passersby.

The citrus scent is energizing and bright, inducing a talkative state where users cannot get enough conversation, and lose any internal filter for their words. The strawberry-vanilla scent is sweet and comforting, like a warm hug, which users will get a lot of with their new obsession with physical affection. Cedar-sandalwood makes those who use it tough as nails, angry and ready to pick a fight over the smallest slights. The cinnamon-pear scent makes its users feel adventurous and curious, and maybe a little TOO bold about trying new things. And predictably, the patchouli spray inspires “free love,” with an aphrodisiac effect that gets worse over time, unless taken care of quickly.

The scents will wane and the effects will fade after six hours, or after the urges they cause are fulfilled. These volunteers are so eager to make a sale that it’s entirely possible to be hit with more than one spray at a time, so maybe take the long way around these areas if you’re looking to avoid them.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: Count the letters in your character's full name ( first, last, middle or whatever combo that they have ). If it totals twelve letters and below they are a Dominant. If it's thirteen and higher they are Submissive.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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deviation: (oo4)

[personal profile] deviation 2020-01-16 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Beast Boy. [ it obviously bears repeating, and after a moment she nods her approval. straight to the point with a little alliteration. not bad. ] Superboy makes sense, too. He'll probably love it.

[ yeah, she's definitely grateful that batman isn't here, because wow. she knows he's got an, uh, active social life, but she doesn't need to be reminded of it by being stuck here in a city like this with him. yikes. yikes. anyway. ]

The Riddler? Why the hell would they want someone like that here? [ she's just going to hold her hand up - don't answer that ] Nevermind. I really don't want to know.

-- And who is Agent A exactly?
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (fanart_cockybird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2020-01-16 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
[The smile that Tim can't help when Donna mentions that Conner will love the name is softer and fonder than the others he might offer her. He shakes it off though as a second.] If or when you get the chance to tell him.

I'm not- [He stops when her hand goes up, and then just continues anyway] think theirs a lot to their selection process. Much like what designation we end up assigned [He indicates to his collar and the line down his neck] it feels entirely random.

And Agent A works for Batman. I presume if your world has a Nightwing and a Robin that it also has a Batman? just as I presume there is a Wonder Woman and a Superman?
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (eehbird)

Tim Drake | DC Comics - Pre-52 | Submissive

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2020-01-16 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
obligatory batwoman prompt

Tim's reaction to being run into is to slide into a defensive stance, something Kate will be able to recognise easily. He blinks though at seeing her in the costume and relaxes it a little, "Batwoman?"

He looks behind him as the shouting continues to approach before turning back, "I'm not really in the shape to put up much of a fight right now. Think you can get us to the roof?"
in_sects: (not shooting to kill)

[personal profile] in_sects 2020-01-16 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
There are certainly aspects which are not comfortable.

[ The current situation is a prime example of one of them. The sexual quota they just got done being told about is another. ]

On balance, it's not worse than the place I came from. Even with being designated Submissive. [ His voice picks up a hint of a sneer. ]
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (wetbird)

Tim Drake | DC Comics - Pre-52 | Submissive

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2020-01-16 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( A. Ask Me About X )

"By shithole did you mean this social mixer or did you mean Duplicity in general?" Tim answers a question he wasn't really being asked. Tim hasn't removed his shirt which has the words 'Ask me about Cloning Superboy' as he's more than a little resigned to LIE's machinations by this point.

He is however cold and his arms are crossed over his chest covering the 'Ask me about' in an attempt to warm himself. What can be seen of his legs are cover in little nicks and scars, nothing new though, nothing acquired here by the looks of it.

"Cause I can tell you the answer for the first but you're not going to like it."
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (shirtlessbird)

Re: Angel Evangelista ( Pose ) Submissive

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2020-01-16 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim will be shiver in his thin 'Ask me about Cloning Superboy' t-shirt. He'd lost a lot of weight in his month-long coma and the winter weather and heating in this building isn't doing enough to keep him warm.

He spots Angel looking about and then down at their note pad again and decides to approach them.

"So, feel like doing these questions as quickly as possible and getting dressed again?"
demonicmiracle: (016)

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crowley is hit by a sudden sense of gratitude for the fact he's had time to grow used to physical affection; four months isn't a long time by any stretch of the imagination, but it's enough that there's been opportunity enough for people to touch him, for him to realize that he actually likes it, sometimes. Without all that, he's not sure he would've been able to handle the way Aziraphale is touching him now. It's still a struggle not to sink into it the way he wants, it's still a struggle to keep any embarrassing sounds to himself, but he manages, something he's sure he wouldn't have been able to do if these were all firsts.

Because the thing is, Aziraphale doesn't know. Not about how much he means to Crowley, he can't understand the depth of it if he even for a second thought a hug was something to be endured. This isn't the time for that conversation, though. Dealing with this place and learning about Heaven turning their back on him is already enough, he hardly needs Crowley's messy feelings dumped on him as well.]


You're doing that thing. Thinking too much, I can practically hear it. [Spiraling could be a more accurate word, but Crowley is kind enough not to use it.] Talk to me, angel, let me help.

[There likely isn't much he can do to help, but he can listen, if nothing else.]
inquiryguqin: bangparty @ dw (158)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-01-16 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[If Wei Ying has any ideas, no matter how radical it seems, Lan Zhan may very likely support it. With him being the dominant, he has privileges and access to most of the resources. Other than that, being a submissive, he won't be able to help much legally.]

It seems there is much to do here. You have to tell me more about it.

[Inside the elevator, the mechanism goes up. If there is any passengers joining inside, Lan Zhan will shuffle closer to Wei Ying by instinct with a slight annoyed look. He doesn't like being touched or crowded in by other people.]
compellingstatement: art by <user name=everchased site=tumblr.com> (sad | downtrodden)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-16 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
You're going to need to talk about it, to understand. Sasha, I-I can't remember ever seeing this version of you. You're a stranger. A complete and utter stranger with something else filling up what you look and sound like in my memories in your place. I've only ever heard your voice like this on a recording.
compellingstatement: art by <user name=everchased site=tumblr.com> (avatar | eyes wide)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2020-01-16 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
You make friends with people the way cats do with mice.

[He might be stupidly impulsive, but he's not a moron.]

The last thing I remember of you, you'd come to help me escape the Circus. [Just going to leave out the attempted murder via corridor.] So... [There's noticeably more power this time. And Michael might notice that it's more raw power, in general, than the Archivist had ever seemed to have.] What is the last this you remember from home?
darkpath: (looking down to the right;)

[personal profile] darkpath 2020-01-16 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wei Wuxian smiles too large when he presses the button. The doors close to his excitement. Going up wasn't too different from flying so he's not sure why it's so fun to press a simple button.

Once the familiar noise resounds inside, the doors open to reveal the Up. It's considerably nicer here.

Their hands are still linked, but it feels so natural that Wei Wuxian doesn't think on it too much anymore. ]


I'll show you what I learned.

[ Which is honestly lacking right now. ]

Ah... Lan Zhan...

[ He pauses mid step and turns. The spell had him distracted, but he suddenly realizes he didn't check on Lan Zhan's condition. ]

How are you doing?

[ Wei Wuxian is a master of adapting, but Lan Zhan is accustomed to more structure. ]
soulstitched: (98)

omg Lefoux /chinhands

[personal profile] soulstitched 2020-01-16 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Blindly We'll Follow

Sitting in one of the train cars is a small, slip of a boy in a suit and tie. The style is more 'modern' than either of them are used to, but it's nice enough. Said boy tends to stand out because of how pale their skin and hair is, not to mention the metal blade sticking out of their forehead over their left eye like a horn, the eye in question hidden by an eyepatch.

Yet they're the one looking at her like she's the strange one, though it's more out of surprise than anything else. Surprise and perhaps a little bit of joy.

"Vous êtes Français!"
soulstitched: (03)

Life will go on

[personal profile] soulstitched 2020-01-16 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
-= Robin has been trying to help out people who just arrive for over a year now, gathering blankets and socks to share for that initial, humiliating thrust into the city. Granted, ever since she lost the ability to completely hide the fact that she's not human, she's been more hesitant about approaching new people directly. Still, she's there with her large back, looking for the obvious new people.

So when someone calls out looking for help, she's still there.

Despite how she feels about herself, she is still technically a boy and still dresses as such. So Sora is met with a skinny young mane with pale skin and hair, stitches running down the left side of her face and a metal blade sticking out of her forehead over her left eye. Said eye is hidden behind an eyepatch =-


Bonjour! I actually have-

-= her smile immediately changes to a look of shock when she sees who it is. Sora. It's Sora. Sora's back. Oh God. Forgetting what she was about to stay, she just stands there stunned for a moment, waiting to see if he recognizes her or not=-
vbetrayed: (Default)

Amanda | Detroit: Become Human | dominant

[personal profile] vbetrayed 2020-01-16 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: just for funsies, since Amanda isn't appable! Also she's fucking terrible, I'm sorry about her orz ]


arrivalish

[ Somehow, she was given a body by these people — an android body like those from her world, but still, a body. They seem interested in allowing her to use it and experience physical reality. They tell her she's a Dominant, they tell her what that means, they tell her she lives here now.

All in all, she finds this inefficient, but they're human, so she obeys them.

The Up is clean, and reminds her of what Detroit might be like if not for poverty and unemployment. And the way people here act — they don't care she's not actually alive, that she was created to fulfill a specific purpose. No, here, the rules coded into her don't seem to matter, and that's— disconcerting.

Amanda walks down a street lined with shops, observing, creating new data sets to analyze later. There's much to learn, and there are many possibilities here. ]



the long way around

No.

[ The person with the samples freezes under her glare. She finds she likes holding sway over humans. She's smarter, stronger— why shouldn't they obey her the way Connor did?

Amanda picks up one of the samples, analyzing the traces of fluid on the bottle, her synthetic skin reading its molecular composition. Fascinating. All so fascinating.

She will absolutely not be happy if someone bumps into her or interrupts her. ]
instars: (Saya - heavy thinking)

Satya Wallace | World of Darkness OC | dominant

[personal profile] instars 2020-01-16 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
blindly we'll follow

[This is.

Not good.

Yesterday (yesterday?) she had been a girl, at home, going to school, debating on if she was going to try some new sneakers or if she was going to go with her boots that clicked satisfyingly on the cement when she asked Jacob Bailey out. She had almost decided when she woke up here, and this is not Baltimore.

Worse, there's all this creepy fetishy BDSM stuff, and Satya is a virgin, thanks, and she's not into any of it.

She is sitting by herself, when someone sits next to her. Her first impulse is to get up, leave, so she shifts her weight, and kind of gets up?

And kind of doesn't?

The train stops and of course, that means she loses her balance and falls on whoever it is.]


Oh jeez. Jesus. Sorry. Damn. Sorry.

[Her accent is heavy and almost South African.]

ask me about!

[This is the stupidest icebreaker Satya has ever participated in, and she has the acute displeasure of having been sent to sleep away camp. This is like sex sleepaway camp. Which means that her shirt reads Ask me about my virginity! because apparently, unlike other people around here, she doesn't have any horrible secrets.

She's a 17 year old girl. What kind of weird dark secrets would she have?

She busy trying to roll up her shirt and balance wine (score) and wine spills on her shirt, and she looks up at the sky with the grace of only a 17 year old and closes her eyes.]


I'm sorry for whatever karmic thing I did to deserve this, okay? Please. Please just let me get through this.

wildcard;

[tag me!]
beshenaya: (« without remorse and shame »)

[personal profile] beshenaya 2020-01-16 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Fun-sized, he'd call it.

Should likely be worried about those fangs the more she showed them off. Not that Cain had a lot of time anymore since being in the Alliance to sit around, smoke, and watch movies but he'd seen some shit about vampires long ago. Whether she was that or just some fanged person human or otherwise, who knew.

But then it was also exciting not knowing what could happen. It wasn't like he was helpless or defenseless if push came to shove. And there was value in someone that just didn't care to hide who and what they were -- species or kind of person. It all intrigued him more than enough and besides he was feeling chatty.

"Turns out," Cain took a step in, "I have both of those." Now question was, what about it was she craving and would she rather re-locate for said craving because him, Cain? He did not care about being in public. At all. Hardly the first time it had happened.
bulldoginnit: (smile)

Eggsy is tied up with both of them so he WILL NOT APPRECIATE A THIRD and I'm excited

[personal profile] bulldoginnit 2020-01-16 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Eggsy lets his gaze run over the other man, lingering too long and he knows it. Fuck, how is he going to even work this? He's having trouble even thinking about something like skydiving versus something like dragging Dorian into the nearest semi-private space.

He's had months of experience at shit like this, though, so he manages. Mostly.

"Nah, skydiving is aeroplanes," he answers. "I done it once before but I ain't sure they got planes here at all, come to think on it. Maybe there's somethin' comparable, though." This is...sort of true. He's done it more than once, but why let on that he's anything other than some adventurous, maybe reckless, bloke?

He lets Dorian steer him, though it's aimless. He doesn't mind so much at this moment. "We'll def have to be in the Up if we want somethin' like that, though." He's aware of Dorian's lack of stripe down his throat, just like Eggsy himself. So if he's going to give in to his own stupid cologne-induced impulses at all, they have to be careful. Eggsy's already almost gotten fucked over because he spends too much time with other Doms.

"What's your name, bruv? I'm Eggsy."
castle: (𝟶𝟿𝟸 ᵇᵃᵗᶜʰˑ)

[personal profile] castle 2020-01-16 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he can tell she's likely feeling a bit over her head, and if she's just gotten here, that feeling is only going to be all the more overwhelming. he'd fought hard at the start, desperate to leave, to fight back, and even if he plays along more in recent days, it's hardly that he's come to embrace anything that they do. but he knows when to seek out his advantages, and when to play the offense, because it's likely that if he were entirely on his own, he'd be more prone to putting up his resistances. the difference is he has people to protect, and until he can free them of this hell, he'd be knee deep in it with them.

as simple as the dancing is, though, it still always feels like one of the stranger things he finds himself doing here, not necessarily because of the act itself but because of where it takes him. he'd dance with maria so many nights all those years ago that when he finds himself in that sway, it's almost strange not to meet her smile when he gazes in front of him.

still, he's relaxed, strangely, even now with the t-shirt still clasped around their shoulders. the tension there gives out for something easing as he finds a casual rhythm to the smooth music, slow enough that he doesn't have to surprise jyn with any sudden steps. swaying proves to be enough, gently pulling her in small circles in this corner of the room. ]


You don't really gotta thank me. [ he turns his face away, something a bit modest in the quirk of his lips, like he doesn't even know how to take a "thank you" when it's gifted to him. but his voice is quiet, calm, as he continues. ] It's just I've been here long enough now, and — and, well, I know what it's like to feel ... feel stuck. When your fingers got that itch to do the kind of things you're used to, when you're better at fighting your way through shit you don't like that instead of just taking it. It ain't easy.
beshenaya: (« the flaws that perfect us »)

[personal profile] beshenaya 2020-01-16 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't be unlike him to do something like this just for cruelty sake if he knew the other man had an emotional tie to him. Although, Cain was far more likely to manipulate that kind of emotional bond to make it useful, like his dear Deimos.

While he remained his cocky self -- grin far from a genuine smile -- it was fairly clear that Cain did not in fact remember or recognize Laurent at all. Aside from being just another cute blond. Which, sure yeah he'd fuck it, but that didn't mean much of anything. Days of not really remember who he put his dick into had become less and less common since joining the Alliance. Still, this place wasn't familiar and he'd never been anywhere other than New Volga and wherever the Alliance decided to take them.

His cocky smile faded, though. Something a little more serious took over his features. Brows ebbed. His head canted to the side a bit. Now wasn't this interesting. Why the fuck would he be asking questions like that? Straightening himself up, Cain moved his feet forward. A gloved hand reached out and slid over Laurent's shoulder.

"Why don't you jog my memory?" His voice warm, smooth, with a touch of smoker's husk to it.
dramaquinn: (alice61)

[personal profile] dramaquinn 2020-01-16 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whenever people say 'orgy' she thinks back to her parents, to her dad's love of all things Ancient Roman, and inevitably, to his death when Alice shocked the Lamprey out of him. Sad, yes, but not the memory that Eliot thinks of. A threesome is so much more intimate than an orgy.

The small talk actually soothes her, giving her time to shove her emotions to the back of her mind to address never, if she's lucky. Taking in the apartment helps too, because it's more immediate, it's tangible.

Like his hand at the bonfire. She shoots him a quick, strained smile, because that memory is still... it's recent. It hurts. ]


I needed it too. [ A shaky sigh. ] Thanks for not pushing me away.

[ She's still afraid any of them will. ]
beshenaya: (« growing inside of me »)

[personal profile] beshenaya 2020-01-16 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Cain had fallen under each one of those categories at various times in his life. It wasn't easy to determine which one he fell under now, mostly because he didn't even really know himself why he was fighting he just needed to. Sure, the man liked to fight but often there was a reason for it more than just 'you came near me' or 'I don't like your face'. It wasn't so out of place though that he thought much of it. Was interesting, however, their similarities. He too started on the streets. New Volga wasn't exactly a safe haven. He learned about firearms there, too. Became an impressive shot. His hand-to-hand only improved during his time in prison and then further when he was enlisted into the Alliance.

And sure, while the bulk of what made him lethal was the training from his military experience it was the dirt that amplified it, that made him see outside of structured rules, that gave him the gull to crack a head against his knee like it was a fucking egg. He'd been called rabid, ruthless, and nothing short of a mad dog, and they were right. Get him into the right scenario, they were right. He was mean. Cain didn't give a fuck about honor, or integrity, and nor did he have much of an internal moral code. He liked to win -- even if winning sometimes meant losing, but in this case he just wanted blood.

Cain angled his body outward more to avoid the knee, though it was close. The man was useless in a lot of situations. He didn't have a good education and definitely didn't go on to get further education after mandatory schooling (debatable whether he even finished that). He wasn't some fucking genius that understood complex shit. Like sure, he could fix up a ship if the repairs were minor, he wasn't a grunt or an idiot, but programming anything? Yeah right. Yabbering on about quantum this or algorithm that? Not so much. But he could fight. He could shoot. He was strong, he was fast, he had excellent reflexes and incredible aim. Honestly, fighting and shooting things was probably the only thing he was actually really good at.

And he was dirty, so he'd take every chance to find that opening and not let up. If Ash's ribs were open, he'd throw a punch or knee there and was always ready to follow up the second those hands dropped with another blow. Something told him, something deep in his gut told him that it was better to keep this close. To get in there hard and fast.
beshenaya: (« stand firm for our soil »)

[personal profile] beshenaya 2020-01-16 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Tch. [ Was all he was going to offer about that. Yeah, no everything revolved around him and his world didn't you get the fucking memo. Also this might be a way of the player avoiding the topic because no one really knows exactly what time Starfighter is set in? Haha.. good shit. ]

You been here long then? [ He patted himself down, oh.. fuck what the fuck where were his cigarettes? Right. Duh, not on him. What with the no pants situation. ] Yeah, things like that for the most part.
beshenaya: (« falling every moment »)

[personal profile] beshenaya 2020-01-16 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It made him stop.

What a strange thing. That rabid smile fell and brows ebbed inward. What was wrong with him? Why the was he like this? And not just this, not just this moment of being sprayed by some bullshit ( which he didn't actually understand so the conclusion didn't come to him ) but why was he just fucking... like this. Like, all the time. Just a god damn animal. Sometimes less crass about it. Sometimes less violent about it.

Coal eyes looked around the audience. He didn't like this, he didn't like that all of a sudden the tables had turned and here he was powerless. He didn't like being powerless. How fast he had to learn to harden himself in prison cause he was just trying to get by cause New Volga fucking sucked. Mars as a whole fucking sucked. The government fucking sucks. And sure, maybe there was (and there was) just some part of him that was just like this. That was just fucking wired wrong.

"I don't know." Was all he said, something of a laugh coming out afterward.
superweaponized: (t h i n k)

[personal profile] superweaponized 2020-01-16 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[For Jyn this is perfect. It doesn’t feel imposing nor does she feel that inkling to push away. It’s strange not to, but the more he talks, the more she feels like he seems to understand her without knowing anything at all about her. So the gentle sways as he leads her around works for the instrumental piece.

Her eyes stay on him though, even when he looks away. He isn’t used to kindness either. Jyn isn’t someone who often gives it, not that she’s not capable of it, but she’s too used to having to keep everything close to herself.

When he says that though she falls quiet for a moment, letting it resonate with her.]


I’ve had to keep fighting for so long, I’m not sure I know how to stop, [She finally admits. It explains her frustration with the shirt. Actions have consequences of course, but if she could keep moving, and often she had to out of necessity, then she would be okay.] I’ve been fighting and running for as long as I can remember.

[Since Saw found her on Lah’mer, since Krennic came for her father, since he killed her mother.]
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[personal profile] girlwednesday 2020-01-16 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
What's been a year for him has been far longer for her — three years at home, a year and months for her in the city and countless amounts of terrible things. She doesn't want to tell him about what she's endured; Oliver tends to take on issues he can't do anything about especially if he can't do anything about them. She doesn't want to cause him guilt over what he couldn't have avoided.

"You should tell me, but not here. Not." She looks around at the crowded streets in the Down. She's not willing to risk someone coming upon them and causing untold havoc. "I have a house in the Up. It's near the beach." A smile forms, something genuine. "You could stay for a while."