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Les Parker ([personal profile] lesparker) wrote in [community profile] sirencoveooc2015-06-03 05:51 am
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Dry Run #12

DRY RUN NUMBER 12!


Remember this post is a place for you to test/play any new characters that are wiggling around in your brain so that you can get a feel for their voice and decide if you want to put in an application to bring them into the game. New Players that haven't officially joined the game are also welcomed to Dry Run. You can put as much background information as you want or don't want into your opening blurb. Other players can interact with your test character with either established characters or their own test characters. Make sure sure everything is in-character or properly marked OOC. 

Have fun! Don't forget your trigger warnings for content. :)

-The Modly Crew
onparr: (Tyler)

[personal profile] onparr 2015-06-03 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Tyler Ferdinand Jenkins, here to make Siren Cove a much brighter, glitzier and more fabulous place to live in. Came here for love a few years ago, stayed because all those adorable sirens are just so shiny and free loving and honestly, it's like a better dressed Woodstock, if he'd be old enough to know how that was.
Tyler is a dress maker, 29, and calls himself a sewing machine wizard but really is ordinary human. But if you don't mind, he doesn't.


The sweet sucking bastard had taken Tyler Ferdinand's pants with him and here he was, six in the morning, at the beach, in a flimsy shirt and bright red underpants because his beautiful jeans had been stolen by a blow job fiend.
How had he even managed that, the guy hadn't even carried a purse.

"I will find you!" He bellowed over the empty beach. "And get my jeans back, thief!"
onparr: (Tony)

[personal profile] onparr 2015-06-03 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony Harris (yes that's short for Antonia, no don't even bother trying to get her to answer to that), 26, mind reading witch. But not really. If you have questions on your mind, she hears them, heck, if you think 'm really hard, she thinks them as well, which leads to her knowing the strangest things.

Combine the blank look she gets when she hears too weird questions with her being in a wheelchair after an accident at seventeen, and plenty of people will underestimate her.

She recently arrived in Siren Cove to teach at St. Bernadette's.


When the third customer tried to come between her and her frappe, Tony couldn't do anything else but speak up. "Ma'am? Hello, down here. Have you ever considered noticing what's going on in your surroundings or do you believe the entire world is about serving you? Because I'm in need in a frappe, while you're still deciding what to get. So please, unskip the line."
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[personal profile] adarkervision 2015-06-03 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Official police business," Kara said, flashing her badge before going back to completely ignoring the woman and focusing on her order. She did not have time for this kind of shit right now. She needed coffee and she needed it now before she got especially grumpy. Huffing out a sigh she scanned the board a bit longer before she settled on an order.

"Triple nonfat latte."
onparr: (Tony)

[personal profile] onparr 2015-06-03 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's official police business to get a coffee? Can I please see your identification again, officer?"
Somehow it was always the people of authority that either belittled or ignored her. Guess lady of the assholery was of the latter category.
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[personal profile] adarkervision 2015-06-03 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yup," she said, handing the cashier her money before pulling out her badge again and holding it out to the girl. If she wanted to make an issue out of this she could go ahead. Kara had more important things to deal with than this.

"Detective Kara Pine of the SCPD, badge number 41623. My supervisor is Desk Sargeant Gregson. You're more than welcome to make a complaint down at headquarters. It takes about an hour and I'll get a ten minute conversation saying not to do this again."

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[personal profile] adarkervision 2015-06-03 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Kara Pine, 30 years old, dark witch. Pulled out of the ocean near Boston harbor as a little girl remembering little more than her first name and with no possessions except for a small necklace with a sea shell charm. Kara was immediately put into the foster system. What would have been extremly rough time was eased a bit by her ability to use dark magic, specifically to summon imps to do her bidding. Kara saw little kindness until she was taken in by a policeman and his wife. Unfortunately, her new foster father died before he could really become the guiding influence she needed. While she became a detective in his honor she has little respect for the law and often takes the law into her own hands. After a few too many run ins with authority Detective Pine was transfered to Siren Cove about 6 months ago.

She is an accomplished witch, studying under a variety of dark witches in Boston (before killing her mentors off because they were pretty evil) she may look kind (and can act it when needed) but don't let that fool you.

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"Damn it, Greenberg, what the hell is this crap?" she shouted, turning her head to spit out the sip of coffee she'd taken. "I swear to Poseidon if you bring me another cup brewed from the bottom of the pot I will end you. You're the rookie, it is your sacred charge to get the detectives their coffee. I did it as a rookie, and so did everyone else. Now you need to go to the Quill and get me something decent to wash this taste out of my mouth."

She watched Greenberg hurry off before she turned back to survey the broken shop window. Someone had smashed it to grab some cash from the register and a few other things during the night. Amateur hour and she'd probably have it solved before the day was out.

"Well, a normal, everyday crime," she said to the random bystander at the edge of the crime scene tape. "That's a fucking miracle for Siren Cove. Maybe we can go a week without someone getting kidnapped or eaten by some creature or another."
treasurecove: (Lavender)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-03 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Lavender Harpy. Granddaughter of Viola. Witch (of the Sea variety.) Cousin to Anne. Smart, careful, very proud, and calculating. Possibly going to end up betrothed at some point. Arranged marriages are much better than falling in love after all.

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Turning her attention to the contract in her hand, she poured over the individual details as she made a thoughtful noise. Looking up as she felt a knock to the table, she looked over the rim of her glasses before removing them carefully from her face. Staring in calculated consideration, she looked over the person before pushing the chair out before her with her foot.

"I won't bite you know," Lavender spoke finally.
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[personal profile] edcabot 2015-06-03 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The girl was gorgeous with a sort of aloof, regal air. She was the sort of girl one of the Kenneys' would really like to meet. Which meant that Ed was never going to introduce her to them. Still, he suddenly felt a bit nervous, like he was going to be judged and found wanting. That was a new experience for him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Don't your kind eat sirens? I'm pretty sure I would be delicious too so I have to be careful."
treasurecove: (Lavender)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-03 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't your kind try to lure mine into the water and drown them?" Lavender replied, pushing the chair out a little more before retreating a little. Her foot tucked behind her ankle primly, she sat carefully poised as she looked him over. He was handsome, she had to give her grandmother that but she wasn't at all satisfied just yet. Better to test him first then sign on some dotted line. "You're Ed then, I imagined you taller."

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treasurecove: (Andy)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-03 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Jane Doe aka Andromeda "Andy" Turner

Andy, a 32 yo siren, washes up on the shores quite literally of Siren Cove. With no memory of who she is, where she is, how she got there; Andy is a literal blank slate. With a rather explosive past with one of Siren Cove's inhabitants.

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"Order for Jane!" It took a moment to realise they were talking about her. Pushing towards the front of the queue, she took the takeaway cup with her name written in sharpie across it and stared at it for a moment. Jane. It wasn't her name, no matter how much they told her it was.

Turning round, she knocked straight into the person behind her and swore loudly as the iced coffee spilled down her shirt.

"Jesus Chris," she swore.
cry_reaper: (Angry)

[personal profile] cry_reaper 2015-06-04 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit! Watch it, klutz!"

Probably not the best thing to say, but New York manners died hard and Lily wasn't particularly keen on killing hers anyway. Christ, she couldn't go ten minutes without tripping on a siren in this town. No wonder Mama loved it.

Checking her camera bag to make sure nothing got crushed, she was still cursing when she bothered to take a look at the idiot who had just bashed into her.

"Where the hell are you off to so fast?"
treasurecove: (Andy)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-07 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, I wasn't looking-" She began, looking up at the woman and reaching out to steady her before she held up her hands. She didn't feel like a klutz but maybe that was who she was. "-I'm sorry, did I break anything or...?"

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treasurecove: (Viola Harpy)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-03 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
VIOLA HARPY.

OWNER OF HEARTS, SOULS, AND AN EVER GROWING NUMBER OF SIREN COVE HOMES AND BUSINESSES. DON'T WORRY DEARIE, SHE'S JUST A HARMLESS OLD LADY. HONESTLY.

AND ALL THAT LAND THE CABOT'S JUST GAVE HER WAS.... WELL, JUST GOOD BUSINESS.

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"Another business grandmother, I've found a local contractor" her granddaughter murmured, watching for her approval. Honestly it was like they all thought she was a monster or something. Smirking, she looked over the contract before tapping the obvious clause her granddaughter had missed. Honestly, her children were hardly the best contract lawyers despite all their education.

"Tighten that clause, we've got them set on the price? Get them to knock ten percent off for cash, then we'll talk. I want those businesses running within the next three months and I don't want to sell my soul for it. Your sister is doing well, you should do better. Maybe I should find you a husband as well, no?" Viola smiled darkly, tapping her nails against the contracts before signing one. Ah, her legacy it was growing in Siren Cove. Like a weed. Soon they'd choke the life out of this town.
Edited 2015-06-03 20:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] edcabot 2015-06-03 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good morning, Mrs. Harpy," Ed said, beaming a smile as he was ushered into the room. "You're looking considerably more wealthy than when I last saw you."

Ed held a vase of flowers for her. Very rare, prize winning something-or-others that he knew were valuable spell ingredients. No doubt she had some of her own or could get some but now she didn't have to. Plus they looked gorgeous, so they had that going for them.
treasurecove: (Default)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-03 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)

"Yes, your brother came to his senses imagine that." Viola said, lips pulling into a knowing smile as she gesture for Rose to take the flowers and fetch a vase. "And it wasn't the money I wanted, where would the fun be nj that young man."

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[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-03 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Robin. Artist. 37. Perhaps a touch of the fae in him. Quiet, thoughtful, he tends to fade into the background and let his work speak for itself. Interested in men... mostly.

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He drew roughly, sketching long messy lines into his sketchbook as he looked at the focus of his work. Smiling quietly, he turned the messy lines a little sharper as he emphasised the stillness in the body and the gentility. There was a smile there, he wanted to see it but it was hiding. Shame really.

Biting his lip, he turned and ordered another copy as he began to focus on hands.
overdrawing: (What!?)

[personal profile] overdrawing 2015-06-04 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Gabe feels himself being watched and he freezes for a moment too long as he turns. Realizing he's being watched by a man, a compellingly handsome one, Gabe feels the tips of his ears turn red.

"I don't know why you're staring at me but I'm not...I'm not like that. S-So..."
treasurecove: (Robin)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-07 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking up, Robin caught the other man's gaze and smiled softly in return.

"I'm sorry? Oh! Oh no, I'm just drawing... you have a rather interesting mouth. Sorry, it's rude. I can stop if it makes you feel uncomfortable," Robin replied, holding up his sketchbook to show the younger man what it was exactly he was drawing.

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[personal profile] cry_reaper 2015-06-04 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Camera slung over her shoulder, Lily wandered, huddled over her coffee. Bad nights made for bad days and this was one she wanted to start over. Actually, a do-over for the last several months would be a dream. Get her out of this nightmare she signed herself up for.

But the man with the sketchbook caught her eye as much as his subject seemed to have his. And since his subject didn't seem to know he was being studied, she felt absolutely no shame in setting the coffee aside to bring her camera into play. Wishing she'd brought a few lenses, she started to snap a few pictures, before picking up her coffee to pick another angle.
treasurecove: (Robin)

[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-06-07 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Biting his bottom lip, he looked up at the slight noise of a shutter clicking before turning his head. Leaning on his elbow, his lips tugged into a smile as he spotted the woman taking a photograph.

"Good morning," Robin murmured quietly and with an easy smile.

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[personal profile] cry_reaper 2015-06-04 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Possible triggers for addiction.]

[Lily St. George, 27, recovering addict and siren sent to live in SC by her domineering Matriarch of a mother in Italy. Professional photographer and model from NYC. Founding member of the Reaper Dolls, a punk group of female artists who photograph themselves and their alternative models in style reminiscent of pin-ups, celebrating power and beauty. (Think Suicide Girls, only gothier for the most part.) While her mother is handling her bills in SC, Lily is paying her father's, renowned punk musician Telly St. George's, hospital bills while he recovers from a heart attack.]


Lily watched the waves crash over and over while she dug her toes into the sand. Part of her longed to run out there and lose herself in the waves, lose herself in anything again, but she resisted. It wasn't really the sea she wanted although that certainly didn't help. Living in New York had been better, in the city she couldn't smell the ocean, only the streets and people walking them, here it was in the very air she breathed.

Likely one of the reasons Mama had sent her here, the bitch. Hoping the sea would drag her wayward child back to being a proper siren. Well, fuck that.

Instead of frolicking in the waves, Lily pulled out another cigarette and lit it, breathing deep as she stood to head back into town. Her exile. Her little prison in the form of a two bedroom cottage in the sticks. This was supposed to get her off the pills? God, it might drive her back on them.
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[personal profile] bachjones 2015-06-04 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Got one to share, sunshine?" Bach most enjoyed bumming cigarettes off Alfie, but if the man wasn't around .. "I'll get you a coffee in return, if needed."
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[personal profile] cry_reaper 2015-06-04 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)

"Always." Quickest way to make friends sometimes, aside from singing them, and that was something she hadn't needed to do in years. Besides, he didn't seem like what she was considering the typical Siren Cove set, prim, pampered, or so wrapped up in themselves it set her teeth on edge.

"Don't worry about the coffee. I have any more today, I'm likely to vibrate off into the ocean."

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[personal profile] fairywren 2015-06-09 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[This is so tremendously late D: Play or ignore as you like! Also, I feel like Wren would probably know who she is at least by reputation but I'm leaving it out of dry run unless you want to play with the idea.]

Wren's listening to the waves crash, leaving boot prints filling in with sand behind him. Here, close to the ocean, the humidity's wicked away by cooler currents, and the only energy he can feel teasing against his is the steady kinetic movement of the water. As always, he finds himself thinking of ways to play with the noise of it. Slow it down, change the register until it fills the bones. Or maybe up, this time, something shrieking and unearthly.

He's interrupted from his composing when he sees the young woman alone on the beach ahead. There's something familiar about the angles that make her up, or maybe it's just the really intent drag on her cigarette he knows.

"Got one of those to spare?" he asks with a querying eyebrow raise in her direction.
cry_reaper: (Say huh)

[personal profile] cry_reaper 2015-06-09 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[I would LOVE it if someone knew her. I've apped her so I'd totally be up to working some kind of backstory, even if it's only by reputation.]

"Always." Cigarettes were cheap, especially when she technically wasn't paying for them. Mama wanted her off the pills, she could hang if she wanted her off the rest. What was the saying? Baby steps? Whatever. Some hippie bullshit.

Offering the pack, she looked the guy over once and then a little closer. She was a photographer after all, faces were her stock in trade. Or had been. "Have we met?"

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