DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping this round? PUT THEM HERE! • Threads here can count as your third person sample! • Comment with your character's name and canon! • This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :) • Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you! Reserves are here, and open on November 24th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on December 1st at 12:01AM CST. OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out to find the city blanketed with snow and in the middle of what seems to be a snowball war organized by the Native children! Be careful on your way to your Welcome House: snowballs are flying, and these groups of giggling kids don't seem to care who gets caught in the crossfire. Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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Bran Stark | asoiaf: A Clash of Kings

[brokenwolf]

Get away from me! [He barked at the people walking by him. He wasn't sure why though, seeing how he needed them right now. At the moment, he was completely stuck. Without Hordor or Osha there, he felt stuck. It wasn't like he could get up and move on his own. He had to sit there and watch people walk.

He hated it, but he needed it. But he didn't know these people, and he didn't feel comfortable with them. Not yet anyway. So instead of accepting help from the weird gray people, who were kind enough to carrying him out, he sat there, on the ground, trying to figure out what exactly he was going to do.]

[needsnoheadsman]

[Robb nearly freezes up when he hears the voice--he knows that voice. He knows that voice. He hasn't heard that voice in far too long a time, and he whips around the corner as fast as he can.]

Bran! [A wave of conflicting feelings crashes over him, as he rushes to his brother's side. Guilt clashes with shock and giddiness and relief and confusion, all those emotions and more stuffed into Bran's name.

He's a king, he knows better than to let himself go like this, but right now? He doesn't care, his brother is here and alive and gods, but he's missed him.]

[brokenwolf]

[A face he never thought he'd see again; a voice he never thought he'd hear again. It was almost heartbreaking. Almost. If not for the twinge of anger in him. It was such a natural reaction these days, this anger inside of him. He was angry at everyone and everything, especially his brother for leaving like he did.

No. He couldn't think about that right now. There was too much going on to think about his anger towards his brother. Right now his brother was there, someone he knew in this weird place, and that was comforting.]

Robb! Robb, you're here! [In that moment of excitement, he thought of pushing himself up, but he knew that he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. Instead, he just looked like a fool as he reached up, like a babe to its mother.]

[needsnoheadsman]

[Robb wraps his arms around him and holds him close, as if he'll lose Bran the moment he lets go. Maybe that's what he's afraid of--he's already lost Arya here, and he hadn't even thought Bran would come here.]

Aye, I'm here. [He's here, Bran's here, and maybe with time they wouldn't be the only ones here. Still, though, a part of him knows what this means--why would anyone want to drag Bran into this war?

No. No, don't think about that now, just be glad. He has his brother again, that's really the only thing that's on his mind right now. I thought you were dead, is on the tip of his tongue now, but he holds it back, holds it in.]

I've missed you. [He says that instead, still holding on.]

[brokenwolf]

[He clung to his brother, almost for dear life. It had been so long since he saw him, and he felt so abandon. But no longer. Now he had family again, the one thing he truly cared for.

Before speaking though, Bran just buried his face in his brother's shoulder. This calming feeling took over as he did so, which helped make the worry and fear fade away. Everything was going to be alright. Robb was here.]

You left me. [He didn't sound bitter for a change. He just sounded hurt. Yet, there was a hint of hope in his tone. Robb may have left, but he was back now, and that was what was important.]

[bestestfurrend]

[The yelling catches Nepeta's attention, and while a few people are scurrying away she can't help but sit in the snow across from him and look curious. Someone new? Probably. She's not sure what's upsetting him though, outside of the obvious being-taken-to-another-world problem. Still, he looks younger than her even, and she doesn't want to leave him alone in the cold.]

Are you okay?

[brokenwolf]

[Sorry! He's never seen a troll before, so he just automatically thinks she's some kind of demon, so something of that nature.]

Wh-what are you?! [Try as he might, he can't actually get away though. Not unless he rolls around in the snow.]

[bestestfurrend]

I'm a troll! Are you a human? You look human.

[She tilts her head curiously but she doesn't come any closer - she can sense that he's scared and she doesn't want to make it any worse. At the same time, she doesn't realized just how scared he is, not knowing that he can't run away from her as he'd like to.]

My name's Nepeta! What's yours? [Surely an introduction will help?]

[brokenwolf]

Troll? [Bran looked the girl over. She certainly didn't look like a troll from Old Nan's stories. She looked normal, just with horns, and her skin looked dead because it was so gray.] You don't look like one. You're awfully small and not as hairy as I expected a troll to look like. Is this a joke?

Re: Bran Stark | asoiaf: A Clash of Kings

[lt_blade]

[The shout got her attention, pulling her away from one of the shops. Snape was able to donate supplies for the students, but taking a job teaching science meant she still needed her own office supplies.]

[For a moment, she wonders why the boy is sitting on the ice ground, but then she takes a look at his legs and she knows why. Having been on so many assignments for the army and to so many bases, she knows the look of one who's nearly lost his legs. The fact that it was a boy and not an adult (or even a young adult) made it stick even more.]

Believe it or not, their help's better than just sitting around in the snow. [His wasn't the only temper flare she's been witnessed to. In her experience, the best course of action was to let it burn out and go from there.]

[brokenwolf]

[Great. Another stranger, just what Bran needed. He didn't want to be bothered right now. Drowning in his own self-pity felt like a much better plan, something he's be doing a lot recently actually.]

I don't mind the snow. [He replied bitterly. It wasn't like he could feel it anyway. Well, mostly. His legs couldn't feel it.]

[lt_blade]

[The bristle was pretty obvious even if it wasn't vocal-exactly.] Whether you mind it or not won't push back the threat of frostbite or the fact that sitting here all day will get old for awhile-trust me.

[She keeps her tone even, not pitying. It was less to do about his legs and more just seeking shelter.]

[brokenwolf]

I'm from Winderfell; I'm used to the cold. [After all, snow did run through his veins. But maybe frostbite would be an issue, and he knew that. He just was too stubborn to do anything, anything with a stranger. He didn't want to look pathetic an be carried everywhere. He was supposed to be a knight, and now look at him: can't even move around without help.]

And I'm waiting. [But not really.]

yes yes give me all the winter children

[2cool4guardian]

[That bark quickly gets Jack's attention - it was a child's voice after all. A child who needs help. He approaches Bran while looking around him, trying to see what or who was bothering him. Nothing weird on sight, though seeing the kid not moving from the floor makes Jack think he may be hurt.

He crouches in front of Bran, smile gentle, the Big Brother vibes quickly coming out to help.] Hey, kiddo, you okay? Need help?

lmfao even the bitter ones?

[brokenwolf]

[The new person, an odd looking one, received nothing more than a glare from Bran. It wasn't that Bran disliked new people, but rather, he wasn't comfortable being in this state around so many new people. He was only just getting used to it at home, but those were people from Winterfell. People who knew him, knew what happened. It was easier with them.]

My name is Brandon, Brandon Stark. [A small correction.] And no, I don't.

[This person wasn't family. He wasn't Hordor. He wasn't Osha. Bran wasn't ready to trust someone new, not when he was just getting comfortable with the people around him.]

yes, he'll fix them. somehow.

[2cool4guardian]

[Jack frowns a bit, not because the glare offended him or anything like that - he's simply bothered by the fact a child can throw a glare like that in the first place. This boy should be out there making snowmen, not on the floor being bitter.]

Hi, Brandon... Stark? [He blinks a couple of times, the name sounds familiar... and when he remembers why, he grins.] You mean like Robb? You come from that winter place too?

somehow~

[brokenwolf]

[He would love to be making snowmen, or rather training to become a proper knight, but wasn't gonna happen now.

But that would have to be discussed later. The weird looking looking kid said something very, very important.] Robb? You know my brother? How? Who are you?

OMG, why did i miss this?

[doveprincess]

[Sansa hears a very familiar voice asking for people to get away from him. For a moment, she dares to hope it is who she thinks he is, but is it worth it, because it can't be, right? Bran Stark, her little brother, is dead. And moreover, why would he be here in this strange land, unless... she is dead as well...

Either way, she grows the courage to finally turn around and find him sitting on the ground, looking as confused as she is. Her eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open in a very unladylike fashion.]

Bran? Is it you?

hidden in the snow? lol It's alright <3

[brokenwolf]

[It was a voice he really thought he'd never hear again. After everything that has happened, he'd never thought he'd see his sister again, or anyone for that matter.]

Sansa? [He said with equal surprise.] You're here?

Awww Bran is too good to miss ;;

[doveprincess]

[She stares for a minute, still not sure this is real or that Bran will be taken away from her any second. But it doesn't take her more than a blink or two before she's rushing towards him.]

Yes, I have only just arrived. It doesn't look like any place I have been to before...

;_; cause he's the cutest bb

[brokenwolf]

You as well? [At least he wasn't alone here.]

The only thing that is familiar is the snow. [A pout.] What are we supposed to do here?

/quietly tags twice shut up

[snowstormed]

[Oh, Jesus. There's a kid sitting on the ground, barking at people to get away from him, and it doesn't take a genius to know that said kid probably can't walk. Bucky rushes on over, despite being yelled at, and kneels down at the kid's side.]

Need any help?

/doesn't tag back

[brokenwolf]

[This was so embarrassing for him. He was still ashamed of his useless legs, which made him completely useless. It was something that he hated, and he didn't want everyone else to know about his shame.]

I did not ask for it.

WOW you jerk

[snowstormed]

Yeah, well, s'kinda obvious enough that you need it.

[He knows how it feels, to feel useless and ashamed of it, and so he doesn't try to haul the kid up, not yet. But he will sit next to him, because the kid's an easy target for bullies, and some things Bucky just can't shake off. The instinct to protect, to keep this kid safe--that's one of them.]

What's your name?

I know. I shall never tag you ever. This? This is not a tag.

[brokenwolf]

[He shot him a glare. Bran knew exactly what he needed, but he just didn't want it from a stranger. His disability wasn't something he was proud of. It brought him nothing but shame and embarrassment, and the last thing he needed was for more people to know about his shame.]

Brandon Stark of Winterfell. What is your name? [If Bucky were to pick up on it, there was pride as spoke. There was status with his name, and his mannerism changed as he said it.]