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[gabbie]

GODDAMN TEST DRIVE MEME

1. COMMENT WITH A JOURNAL OF A CHARACTER YOU'VE THOUGHT OF APPING AS THOUGH THEY'RE ALREADY IN CNC
2. TAG AROUND WITH NEW JOURNALS OR OLD!
3. APP THEM ALL NOW!
4. NOBODY IS EVER LATE EVER
5. LINK THIS POST TO ATP ADS YOU POST LATER
6. I STOLE THIS TEXT FROM LEAH

Comments

[zazz]

What--no! He's the leader of the band, dood, they get that right to, yanno, delete whatever the fuck they want . . . even if their drummers and producers and managers and everyone is right aboot the album bein' good and...

[The sentence trails off into his drink, ending on something that sounded an awful lot like "I ain't no bitch".

He looks at the picture of her and she is so cute and small and adorable and are those freckles he's seeing or just dust, damn, if they're freckles Pickles is gonna be sucked into her. His lips tremble for a second as he fights back the grossness that is slightly caring about a family member. Chreest, he didn't even know her name.]

Uh, she's NAHT, is she? Dead, I mean. Brains all over. She's, I mean, I'd've heard, yeh?

[Shit, that sounded too much like caring, try to hide it with downing half the bourbon now.]

[cruorefilii]

There a reason you ain't the leader of the band?

[A disappointment. Always a disappointment. It ain't just mom who thinks so, it's everyone, Pickles. Everyone is disappointed in you.]

She's fine. You think I'd let your whacked out haters take her to Hell? Bullshit. She's gonna be the fuckin' president.

[Seth is grinning, maybe approximating the proud father, but really it's all vicarious. He'll live through her. Her cute smile, he'll make her do things she'll regret, stifle her until she's an awful lot like his baby brother: never good enough, knotted on the inside.]

Not like you've been paying any attention. Couldn't even send the girl a birthday present, could you, Pickles?

[zazz]

Because . . . because Nate's the death metal guy, dun be stupid, Seth. [He takes another drink, looking grumpy, trying not to give in to jealousy and failing slightly.] He's a good band leader jest super fuckin' picky, but that's why we make the big bucks. That, eh, pay yer salary, so...yannoo...

[Pickles is almost fooled by the act, but his distrust of all things Seth keeps him on his toes. But he didn't know, maybe someone that sprang from his nasty assed demon sperm actually meant something to the douchebag. And maybe Pickles wasn't the most alcoholic person in the world.]

Chreest, Seth, I dun even know her name, let alone her birthday--which is YER fault so don't even start. [He jabs a finger at him. Sure he could have, like, ASKED these things at any time but, dude, he was Pickles the Drummer, he doesn't ask shit like that.] Wait--is that what all this is aboot? Are yew gonna make me catch up on all the stupid birthdays I missed fer her?

/makes up a baby name whatever

[cruorefilii]

Like I give a shit about your friends. [Ahahaha. Like he ever did. It wasn't Nathan he had expectations of.]

Her name's August, like a fuckin' Caesar.

[He grins. Tilting back another thick slug. The shotglass gets thumped down. Bring us another, bartender!]

Cute ain't she?

[It is about guilting him, about seeing what new hooks Seth can catch. He knows that Pickles finally told off mom, of course she called him to tell him about his little brother's audacity, to praise him as the good son. Seth doesn't want to let such a beautiful little cash cow escape just because he's made the mistake of growing a spine.]m

I'll only lambast you slightly on anoncomm if you're wrong

[zazz]

[Mumbles] Yeh, why start now? Want somethan from yer rich brother, shit on his bandmates, call 'im a bitch, now I know why yer so successful, bro.

[He looks again at the photo as he drinks some more. Too bad his brother was in the picture, too, it'd be much cuter without his stupid grin and reedy facial hair leering at him.] Ahgust. Like the month. I guess she's cute, if you like that sort of thing. Cute kds. Toki'd prahbly like her.

[cruorefilii]

Oughta let her visit her uncle and his shitty friends some time.

[Because that's what everyone wants: Another family visit to Mordhaus, am I right, or am I right?]

Sorry for the super delay, I had health things to attend to!!

[zazz]

Dood, we're naht a daycare.

[Never not going to be suspicious of your motives, bro.]

ssss'fine!

[cruorefilii]

You sure about that, Pickles?

[AKA Band Mom.]

[zazz]

Ehh, pretty sure.

[Thoughtful pause as he takes another hard draw.]

I guess there might be a daycare somewhere fer the Klokateers, yew can prahbly dump her there if ya want.

[cruorefilii]

Your fuckin' Mousekateers are all greasy high school drop outs, I wouldn't trust 'em to flip a burger.

[Glug glug glug. Nothing attached to you is safe from his criticism, Pickles.]

[zazz]

Yeh, they're yer kind of people, funny yew dun trust them, heh.

[He finishes off the drink and slams it down for the barkeep to fill it up again. Under Seth's bill, of course.]

Look, dood, whatever, if it'll get yew the hell outta my bubble we'll take yer kid fer a couple'a hours. Give her to Toki. He's good with kids.

[If good means they wind up dead a lot, but still. The kids have fun up until that particular point.]