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Les Parker ([personal profile] lesparker) wrote in [community profile] sirencoveooc2015-08-05 05:38 pm
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DRY RUN NUMBER 14!

  

DRY RUN NUMBER 14!


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
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Nate Foster - Siren

[personal profile] hazardsoflove 2015-08-05 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Nate Foster, will be in kind of a bad way when he arrives in SC. Depending on their taste in music, people might recogise his face - he's been pretty famous in his time. He's getting a handle on how to control his siren powers but, if people are suggestible, they might feel particularly attracted to him when he's singing.

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Nate's been nursing his beer for at least an hour. It's not that he can't afford another one - but he doesn't really want to be drunk, and he doesn't really want to go home again, either.

So Finn's Pub it is.
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[personal profile] gotoevyn 2015-08-08 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"You usually look this lonesome?" Evyn asks. She's on her second beer and her third basket of onion rings. It's probably unhealthy, but the amount of swimming she does in cold, cold water justifies it in her opinion.
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[personal profile] xoxo_etta 2015-08-06 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Etta Browne Kazmi, Mira's sister and aspiring actress. She's just wrapped up her final year at college in LA and she's home in Siren Cove, which she hasn't seen in four years.

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The first thing Etta did when she stepped off the bus was tap out a text to Mira - honey, i'm home! - and head for the nearest coffee shop. She's been on planes trains and automobiles for the better part of the day and she needs the biggest caffeine shot she can find, preferably injected straight into her veins, but she'll take a paper cup if she has to. The line at the Quill is as long as she remembers, but eventually she has her prize. It's a little hard to juggle, suitcase in one hand, handbag and coffee in the other, and she's starting to regret telling her parents that she didn't need picking up, but she wanted a little while to re-integrate herself first.

Siren Cove looks exactly the same, and she's not sure why she expected anything different. What she does know from the papers is that during her time away a few stars have come home to roost in this place, and she's itching to meet them.
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[personal profile] weatherornot 2015-08-06 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. Genevieve had a pretty good handle on all the girls in town that looked that good so when someone new showed up? She definitely noticed. Even with her hands full trying not to drop anything she looked totally hot. And in need a of a hand. Genevieve had two hands she would be delighted to help with.

"Hey there," she said, flashing the other girl a smile. "Can I help you with something? It would really suck if you dropped that coffee, right?"
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[personal profile] xoxo_etta 2015-08-07 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
She's definitely back in small town Maine, Etta decides, when someone offers to help her carry her bags. It's kind of nice in that annoyingly homey way. It would definitely suck if she lost the coffee though, so she smiles and nods. "Maybe just, hold it for a second, please?" She hands over her precious coffee for long enough to adjust her bags, slipping the handbag over the top of her suitcase handle so that it's easier to manage. "Much better, thanks."

She doesn't remember the girl's face from school or anything, and she's kind of glad that her first Siren Cove run in isn't a blast from the past. She needs to see Mira and get the low down before she can handle dealing with this town, she thinks. "I'm Etta, by the way. I don't think I know you?"
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[personal profile] weatherornot 2015-08-08 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)

"Not yet you don't," she said, flashing the girl a smile as she held the girl's coffee for her. Etta was apparently one of the "lived here forever, left, and now returning" crowd. It seemed like everyone had either always been here or was just arriving. Or, in Etta's case, maybe both.

"Nice to meet you, Etta. I'm Genevieve," she said, emphasizing the French pronunciation of her name. "And I'm relatively new in town, just a few years here, originally from New Orleans."

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[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-08-06 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"That isn't Mira's little sister is it? When did you get so... big?" Robin asked, squinting in the dim light as he looked down at Etta with a tired smile. Running his fingers through his hair, he gestured to the barista before indicating he'll pay for their order. "I thought you were in LA, I've got a gallery opening in a few weeks. I was going to invite you if you were still there."

Robin's works adorned the homes of stars but he preferred to stay out of the limelight. Making the works of a reclusive, mysterious artist even more desirable in certain circles. He'd given a small iron sculpture to Mira's parents a few years ago, it was worth a small fortune now.
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[personal profile] xoxo_etta 2015-08-07 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Mira's little sister, god help her. Etta loves Mira to death, she definitely doesn't love the little sister moniker, even if it's a fact. "Etta," she says, smiling back widely. "I just got home. Getting my bearings again after graduation, right? Then the real world, or whatever." She's not sure what exactly the real world has in store for her - she's hoping it's a blockbuster role on her doorstep like, tomorrow.
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[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-08-12 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Etta, that might be why my assistant was having trouble finding your contact details. Your parents are well?" Robin asked. He had been a little too involved with a painting recently, although the papers were reporting he was a little too involved with the starlet it depicted. "You were acting, right?"
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[personal profile] astra_inclinant 2015-08-09 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Mira hasn't at all had an eye on FlightAware since this morning, or anything. That would be crazy. She's obviously completely calm about the fact that eventually, Etta will get here, and she'll be home when she's home, and there are thousands of miles to traverse first.

Obviously. At least, that's how she's acting on the phone to their mother, who is fretting about not picking her up and how they're terrible parents ("for not totally ignoring her wishes, Mom?").

She breaks into a grin at the text (she shoots back a series of excited emoji and heads out from where she's been killing time at Crossroads. She's typing back so where you at when she catches a familiar profile juggling luggage to sit down, through the window at Quill and perks up.

"Oh I see how it is," she calls out as she comes through the door, "barista gets to see you before I do."
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[personal profile] xoxo_etta 2015-08-12 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Etta's trying to decide whether spilling coffee on her new shirt or her bag is a worse tactical move because it's definitely about to spill somewhere when she hears Mira's voice. It's unmistakeable, and of course Mira would find her, she always does. Etta turns her head to beam at her sister and loses her luggage in the process, but the coffee survives so she's happy enough. She takes enough time to set it down on the table before she lunges at her sister, enveloping her in a hug.

"Mira! Whoever is the bringer of coffee gets whatever they want," she explains, laughing into Mira's shirt. She's so relieved to see her, to be home and have a friendly face to greet her. Maybe she made a huge mistake in not letting her parents pick her up, but she's glad to see Mira now.
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[personal profile] davin 2015-08-09 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Davin looks up just in time to see a girl stepping away from the counter, and his eyes narrow a bit because she looks familiar. It takes him a moment to realize that it's because he's only seen her in photographs, or on a grainy Skype screen. He's spoken to his best friend's sister a few times, and Mira had mentioned that she was returning home.

"Etta?" Davin asks as he gets up, giving her a charming smile as he approaches. "Do I finally get the pleasure of meetin' ya in person?"
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[personal profile] xoxo_etta 2015-08-12 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Etta's not the best with faces or names, and it takes her a minute of dumb staring before the puts the pieces together. She can remember a skype chat or two, and she has definitely heard Mira mention his name more times than she can count, so she feels almost like she already knows him when she smiles. "You must be Davin," she greets him, the accent tipping her off more than anything else.

"The pleasure's all mine! Mira never mentioned what a hunk you are in person."
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[personal profile] davin 2015-08-14 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)

"Aye, so you're tellin' me that both Kazmi girls have a thing for awkwardly lanky Irishmen, huh?" He winks at her and laughs a little, cheeks tinged slightly pink. "But seriously, it's so great t'meet ya."

He looks down at her bags with a little laugh, gesturing at her coffee with his own. "Makin' Quill your first stop? That's understandable."

Davin reaches out to take the handle of her rolling bag, gesturing towards the door. "Let me help ya t'the house. I wanna watch Mira lose her shit when she sees ya."

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[personal profile] gotoevyn 2015-08-06 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Evelyn "Evyn" Birch is a siren, registered member of the Penobscot Tribal Nation, and experienced dog trainer and vet tech who moved in four years ago. She runs a local dog-training business punningly titled All Dogs Go To Evyn, one of the best groanworthy puns the town has seen in years. Her siren form is equal parts mermaid and lobster.

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"Ah! Ah. Hey. Sit," Evyn said in a firm voice. She looked at the golden retriever in front of her and held out a flat hand, waiting until she sat. "I won't say it again." She waited expectantly until the dog remembered the command and then burst out into a big smile, bending down to give the dog a treat. "Good girl! Good girl!–Ah! Stay!"

The dog, in the process of lifting her butt off the ground, returned to the sit position and Evyn grinned, holding out a treat for her to gobble up again.

"Good girl. I think you're almost ready to be integrated into society."
Edited 2015-08-06 04:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aoife_coombs 2015-08-07 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me?"

Aoife had found this place as soon as it had opened, but never thought it to be necessary to add to her life. It still really wasn't, not for her, but there was a stray walking the beach she rather had picked up by this woman than the police. Or so she hoped she would. If the woman turned out to be on the level of Thorntons, Aoife would take in the dog herself.
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[personal profile] gotoevyn 2015-08-07 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
"What? No, sorry, I'm talking to Sadie here," Evyn explains. The golden retriever still sits calmly at her side. "I'm training her."

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[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-08-06 04:31 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. Possibly related to someone in town.
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 coffee s he began to focus on hands. They were such delicate things. He wondered if he could get their owner to model for him.
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[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-08-06 04:34 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. A former con-artist, Andy has made a lot of enemies in the past and perhaps some of them are finally catching up.

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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.
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[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-08-06 04:36 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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She brushed her hair back from her face, turning her she squinted at the bright sun and reached up to shade her eyes as someone moved in to shelter her from the sun. Pressing her lips together, she took a breath in before exhaling slowly. Drawing the water in and out with each breath until she finally decided to address the person blocking her light. Her contact broke with the water and the splashing noise surrounding the pier ebbed and trickled away to a distant nothing.

"Hello, can I help?"
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[personal profile] edcabot 2015-08-12 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"That depends, I'm looking for pleasant but stimulating conversation," Ed said. He'd seen her from a distance playing at the pier (he didn't care what she called it, it was playing) and had come over to talk with her. Things were definitely weird with Lavender but that didn't mean they were bad or couldn't get less weird. They just needed time. And for her to be less stuck up seeming.
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[personal profile] treasurecove 2015-08-12 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think the last thing you need is any more stimulation," Lavender replied, a bemused smile on her lips as she reached out to brush his hair behind his ears. Fingertips lingering against his skin, she ran her fingertips down his neck before drawing her hand away. Inhale with the pull of the water, exhale as it comes back in. "Pleasant, I'm sure I could attempt it. Although my cousins might think hell will freeze over first."

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[personal profile] troubledwaters 2015-08-07 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Raphael Fletcher, 23, is the older brother of Gabriel Fletcher. He is a siren, although he isn't aware, and his siren form is a leafy seadragon. He works as a carpenter and as a hobby is also interested in potted plants and composing. His personality is patient, and kind, but he can sometimes seem aloof and drifty. He is an introvert. He doesn't tend to react strongly to things and rather keeps them inside, until eventually he can't anymore and they tend to burst out in a display of uncontrolled emotion. Raph was raised in a Quiverfull family and is one of the older siblings, but as recently as he was engaged to the much younger girl selected for him to marry, has known but not expressed that he is actually an atheist, not only not following his parents' faith but not believing in any higher power at all. Raphael struggles with this and explosive anger over his upbringing. He is demisexual with a preference for women socially but is not aware and identifies as heterosexual. He arrives in town searching for his brother, Gabriel, who disappeared without warning.

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He's gotten more shaking heads than hints in the last few hours during his search, and Raphael has eventually given up his search and decided that he needs to eat something. He sits outside of a cheap restaurant, picking at his food without really enjoying it.

A seagull drops onto the table and carries off the majority of his sausage sandwich, and Raphael stares after it for a long moment before giving an audible sigh. He needs to eat something, but he's not sure he has the energy to rectify the situation. He could just go back to the hotel room instead, and try to make some more calls.

He shouldn't rightly even be here. But when Gabe went missing, Raphael had been pretty sure why, and he wasn't about let it happen without comment, without doing anything about it. Their parents might be more than happy to never speak about Gabe again, but if two of their sons up and disappeared? Maybe they would let them both come back, if they came back together.

But Raphael doesn't even know if going back is the right answer, except their sisters are still there.
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[personal profile] meowhistory 2015-08-07 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
Lena wishes she could still leap up and hit the seagull out of the sky. She didn't care for them before Cinderella, she hated them during Cinderella and - and the feeling never really left, she guesses.

"That's what living close to the ocean means. Just wait until you discover sand in the most random places." She shoots him a smile. "You could go in and ask for a new one, I'm sure."

Not that she was going to follow inside. There had been a disastrous job interview once, and the only reason she's here is because her mother loves their three cheese sandwiches.

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[personal profile] overdrawing 2015-08-07 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
Gabriel stares. He doesn't know what to do but stare as he walks across the beach. His hair is shaggier than it was when he left and he's wearing swim trunks and a swim shirt, barefoot from swimming in his half form. In so little time, he's changed, but he knows that Raph will see him. Old panic threatens to consume him but Gabe is rooted to the spot, incapable of doing anything.