CO2!!!!!!!!

[synergizing]

yoinked from memebells.

the random scenario meme

Six different possible scenarios with multiple choices or you can just throw it all out the door and come up with your own! Perfect if you're wanting to play but really want a prompt.

how it works:❶ Post as your character with Name | Series | Preference (in case of smut or if you would like to skip that

Comments

zahra seren | original character | idc she'll bang you and your mom

[cosmogenic]

stupid drunken bar brawl

[predicting]

[Some big, drooling moron had gotten handsy one too many times, and Cassie'd had a few too many drinks not to teach him a lesson about the word 'no.'

Not that it's a word she hears often, these days.

Anyway, the handsy oaf had gone flying a couple tables back, smashing into some high stakes game of chips, and well, that's how it started. Goodness knows how it'll end.]

Hey, Zahra! [Ducking under a punch she knew was coming almost a full minute before it came her way, Cassie rams her elbow into the gut of a man she's never spoken to in her life. It's oddly exhilarating, hitting strangers.] How many?

aww yeah

[cosmogenic]

[It's not that Zahra minds being the center of attention. Quite the opposite, in fact. It's just that she usually prefers it when men aren't throwing chairs at her.

It can't be helped, is her first thought, right before taking down the aforementioned chair thrower with a punch to the face. Her second is glass jaw. And it's a little fun, really, like most things with Cassie are. Violet won't approve, of course, but with any luck she won't have to explain away any grievous injury.]

Three! [she calls this over the noise, and adds:] You?

Rock Volnutt | Mega Man Legends | Oblivious-- I mean het

[digtastic]

thorsten mueller "dresden" :: original character :: annyyyyy

[bombsfell]

lilith dupond | original character | you really don't want to

[dishonesties]

[Except for Ambrosia, she's cool.]

jezebel, the unchaste | original character | any, but she'll probably eat you after

[hungers]

[I mean really eat, like omnomnom.]

1:5 :: hideous...

[bombsfell]

( This wasn't what he expected out of an evening. The earlier part, finding out the intimate manners of a stranger, yes. She was engaging, beautiful, just the kind of person both Thorsten and Dresden liked to distract themselves with. Right now, he couldn't think which he should be; Thorsten was very much the one who'd gotten into bed with this woman, but things had rapidly fallen away from his control.

Now, it was this, and Operative Dresden was the being reacting, straining against the expertly tied knots. ( He'd found them funny, before, in an alcohol addled state. Now he was cursing that he was reckless enough to give in to the temptation.) His skin is shining with sweat and painted with blood that almost looks like it doesn't belong, with no wounds to source them, as flesh that was torn away and replaces moments later.

He pants, jaw clenching. ) Who the fuck are you?

( Another operative? What? )

/grabs a midnight snack

[hungers]

[She stands above the bed, immaculate and nude, smiling soft, satisfied, like a woman sated after an eternity spend wanting.

She'd been so hungry, and now there is a feast laid before her. She'd been weak, and now her muscles pulse with the anticipation of returned strength, blood rushing through her veins. She had been so tired, and now she is full of energy, a vitality that mimics the human life laid out before her. It's been a long time, she thinks, since she found someone so entertaining, and so useful.

She laughs, delighted, but not cruel, drunk off the heady scent of his skin and the pieces of his flesh that settle now in her belly.] Are you certain you're in a position to be asking questions?

BBB| /mumbles something cranky about sauerkraut

[bombsfell]

( All that softness, that beauty, won't fool him now. It won't win him over, because she saw his flesh disappear past those white teeth. It was hard to appreciate nice lips when their most recent application was swallowing down your skin and muscle and the red painting them up was, not so long ago, still-warm blood. )

I'm certain that you can't keep me here. ( Not permanently, when his ability kept him from withering away or giving in. The knots would be defeated before he was, or so the fire stoking in his belly and licking up through his limbs promised. It makes the accent come out even less clipped, more messy than usual. He's an operative. He's above this, and his own whims betrayed him. )

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