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[easycompany]

the film noir meme

-Pick out your character and fandom, as well as preferences.
-Go here and generate a random number between 1-10 for the setting
-Post all that.
-If you want, you or the person tagging you can roll a number between 1-8 for relationship as well!
- You know what to do next, honey.

Possible settings:

1. Crime Scene: Dead body? Burglary? Whatever the crime, it's been sectioned off for the officers to investigate this nefarious deed, and you're getting a good look at it.

2. Speakeasy: Prohibition's such a joke to society, and this is where the fashionable ones come to hang out and gossip. Perhaps a police officer or two will show up to investigate, but no one ever takes that seriously.

3. Docks at Night: The breeze caressing your face, the sound of the water, the boats passing by...maybe you were called here, or maybe you just like the peace it brings.

4. Alleyway: There's only one way in and out of this little corridor, and what happens in it is up to you and the other character. Just watch for the shadows, if you can see through the fog.

5. Detective's Office: Not too clean, not too messy. Just perfect for the person that's needed to get this mystery cleared up.

6. Rooftop: The wind dramatically blowing about, it's the perfect place to get that person to come and meet you so you can tell them what you want. Or if you're evil, why not kill them up here? It'll be hard to escape you.

7. Dressing Room: For some reason, you're backstage after a performance, and you've gotten into one of these. The mirrors, the costumes, the flowers from fans and the various personal affects...all are present and will be your silent witnesses to whatever occurs.

8. Hideout: You've gotten to the antagonist's spot of choice. Is this a glitzy nightclub with a private room, or is this an abandoned warehouse where they-or you-carry out their plot? The choice is yours.

9. Nightclub: Someone's showcasing their talent tonight, and you may or may not care about it. But it's classic, dimly lit, and it's easy to hide in here.

10. Free choice

Possible relationships:

1. Friends: Maybe you're an unstoppable team, or perhaps your relationship is getting strained. But whatever the situation, you know this person, and you'd be there for them.

2. Coworkers/teammates/classmates: You might not be friends, but you know this person well enough to remember their name. And right now you're being thrown together for a reason.

3. Lovers: This is the one you wanted to stay with for now. Married, dating, or maybe an affair, but you two care about each other enough.

4. Enemies: Utter hatred flows through your veins when you hear this person's name. This is the one you want to take down, and you just might stop at nothing to achieve your goal.

5. Family: Perhaps it's a sibling you're meeting. Or your parent, or some form of relative. Remember that phrase "blood is thicker than water"? It just might apply here.

6. Mysterious Stranger: Someone's been eyeing you from across the room, or you've been eyeing them. Will you two speak, or shall they float out of your life? Do they hold information you seek, or do they want something from you?

7.  Femme Fatale: You are or have encountered a mysterious and seductive woman, whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations. Watch out, you might just get yourself into a real mess of trouble, hot stuff.

8. Free Choice

Comments

Robin Goodfellow, Puck (Bran) | Folktale based OC | OTA

[faeconman]

ALLEYWAY. I suppose he is a mysterious stranger...

[theredchampion]

Niall can sense one of his own a mile off.

Well, perhaps not a mile -- in fact, perhaps not half a mile. Reynard could probably track them down faster via virtue of scent, but this one he can feel long before he seems him.

Which means there's a chance they can feel him too, if they're sensitive enough. If they pay attention to that sort of thing. He sets his cigarette burning in the darkness, flips the lighter closed and pockets it as he finally makes his way out enough to let the light catch him and to catch a good look at the other creature.

... Huh.

"Now, I'd say it's a fine night for this but it'd be a lie I was telling. It's cloudy and liable to piss it down with rain any second. So what're you lurking for, might I ask?"

[faeconman]

Tall, dark, and handsome with a somewhat broody air about him. There might even be a long leather coat involved on this not very fine evening. Probably not what most people imagine when they think "Puck", but there you have it. He can be light hearted enough when he wants to be, but this isn't a night for it.

He had indeed sensed Niall well enough, and he is glad to see that he isn't someone from his sire's court. He gives the other a smile, rolling his shoulders in a casual shrug.

"It fit so nicely with my mood, I thought I'd take a walk and soak up some atmosphere."

If he'd had other business, he certainly wasn't going to shoot his mouth off about it right off the bat.

[theredchampion]

Niall tilts his head in mocking amusement, the very picture of playful danger and not in the mood to hide it.

"'Fits so nicely with his mood', does it? Well, I'd hate to be that which darkened your doorstep so. Or are you hoping for a hero to blaze through your smoky atmosphere this night? Tch, nothing good ever comes from a darkened alleyway my dear."

He leans against a wall a safe distance off, assessing Puck as he taps his cigarette. Far from the tall, dark handsome trope himself he encompasses ruffled and scruffy far better. The kind of person, most likely, that you'd not want to meet in an alleyway on a dark night. Little too late for that, perhaps.

[faeconman]

Robin is more than used to playful danger, for many reasons. It is one of his own favourite fronts for one, it's sort of expected of him after all. Though he'd wager rather a lot on this fellow being just as unpleasant as he comes off.

He sticks his hands in his coat pockets, taking a few steps closer to Niall with a quiet chuckle.

"I gave up on heroes a long, long time ago, darling."

[theredchampion]

"Oh, I do hope not. Heroes are a funny thing, all righteous and morals and greater good. Then again, I'd mark you've seen a few more than I have -- isn't that not right?"

There's something of an amused sneer to him as he takes another drag on his cigarette -- continuing to study him openly, like a coiled snake staring down a victim.

[faeconman]

"Even tried being one for a while. It didn't work out."

Robin has this thing where he cannot help but rise to what he feels is a challenge. The way Niall is looking at him? Challenge. He's still smiling, and while his general attitude isn't openly as predatory as the other fairy's, only a fool would think it isn't there under the surface.

[theredchampion]

"Never pays well, heroing. Always comes back to bite you, too. I find being on neutral ground a more enjoyable past time when I can manage it, or a villain if it suits a purpose."

He flicks an eyebrow at that, drops his smile to something that could be mistaken for pleasant if not for the dark curiosity still lit there.

"Dare I ask what put you in such a dour mood, then?"

[faeconman]

"I came to about the same conclusion."

Only not really, and perhaps it shows in the way he seems so stretched out. Only half made for such a long and wicked life.

"As for my mood, I tend to save my cheer for when I need it. I'm not naturally inclined to be merry, much as it is in my job description."

Another half-truth. Laughter had come easily enough to him, once. But all things must end, or at least most, and so had those days.

[theredchampion]

"Aye, are you not? Well then, perhaps you should consider changing your job description."

It's not like he abides by his, after all. Niall tilts his head, taps his cigarette as he studies the other. There's not a complete confidence, to this. Someone is puffing themselves up bigger than they are, perhaps.

"And what is it you go by, then, pray tell?"

[faeconman]

"That's kind of what I did in the first place."

Not that he couldn't have changed it again, but a man gets tired of re-inventing himself over and over again as well.

"I go by Robin, most of the time. Robin goodfellow."

[theredchampion]

Niall stares a moment -- then starts to laugh. It's a low, darkly amused sound as he lips turn up into a smirk. Robin Goodfellow, well well. Isn't that a funny thing.

"Now there's a name I know. I must say, not a name I was expecting to put to you. You're not what I expected from he, although I suppose it's difficult to specify what I was."

[faeconman]

Robin shrugs, used to not being what people expect. It kind of gets that way when you turn yourself into something you were never supposed to be, as Niall probably knows rather well himself.

"I leave it to the others to be what people expect."

He wasn't the only puck around, after all.

[theredchampion]

"Aye, and it's probably well enough you do. All dying out, the traditionalists. One by one turning to dust, running out of tricks."

Niall smirks, takes a drag on his cigarette as he mentally applies what he knows to Robin -- fits together the pieces like a puzzle in his head. His eyes are sharp, curious, flicking over the other man like he's studying a particularly interesting book.

"Most just call me Red, these days. Suits well enough."

[faeconman]

And Robin is doing the same, barking out a sharp laugh of his own.

"Now, do stop me if I'm taking to big a leap here, but can it be so that I've ended up in a dark alley with the Red Champion himself? It must be my lucky night."

As in absolutely not at all. But Robin is used to misfortune. He wears it like a cloak and a mask.

[theredchampion]

Niall raises an eyebrow idly, tilts his head in amusement.

"Am I that famous, now? I suppose I should be flattered. It's not every day you get to become the talk of fae. Then again, I suppose there are better things to be famous for -- wouldn't you agree?"

It's wry, a poke at Robin's own circumstance.

[faeconman]

"Either you're famous or I'm well informed. Shall we agree on a compromise and place ourselves somewhere in the middle?"

There was a sort of... hardening of the lines of his face. No, it was not so great a thing at all to be the talk of the fae. At least not from the end he'd received such treatment.

"And I would indeed have to agree with you."

[theredchampion]

"I'm not very good at compromises."

He smirks -- amused by the change in the other creature. Make it easy, why don't you? React before he's even had to try. How pathetic this was.

"Then again, your very existence is compromise -- is it not? You're not a whole of anything, a halfling in every sense of it. Divided and not belonging anywhere, not wanted by anything. I'd say it was sad if I knew pity."

[faeconman]

"I haven't known much pity as a whole, and it never ends well for those who do pity me anyway, so I'll call it a blessing and be happy for it that you don't."

A wide grin spreads on his face as Puck slides into place over whatever else he might be.

"We can't all be as good at making our own place in this world as you, Champion."

[theredchampion]

"I suppose you can't, no. It'd certainly be a much harder life for me if you were."

Niall pushes off the wall, paces in a predatory half circle around Robin.

"Then again, somehow despite everything you've managed to live quite some time. I'd say it's almost impressive."

Almost, at least. Maybe not quite completely.

[faeconman]

It takes some effort to remain where he is and not turn to keep an eye on Niall, but he manages.

"I've had help."

If nothing else he'd have bled out on a battlefield a few thousand years ago if Reynard hadn't found him. But his meaning was somewhat less literal than that.

[theredchampion]

"Help, he says? Made a few friends, have we? Surely they all age and die, unless some of my own have taken pity on you."

He paces back around beside Robin and tilts his head at him, curious.

"Or some other monstrosity, as twisted as you and I? Plenty to choose from, after all."

[faeconman]

He gives Niall an even look, even just the slightest bit amused.

"If I did have friends, I wouldn't be much of one in return if I gave their names to the Red Champion just like that, now would I?"

[theredchampion]

"So he has some common sense in him after all, does he? I suppose he must, to live so long. Common sense, but no luck. Still, you can't have many -- with what you are."

He taps his cigarette, equally amused as he considers Robin.

"You've said so yourself, never ends well for those who pity you. Quite the serial killer in that sense, aren't we?"

[faeconman]

Ah, yes, that. He's silent for a few moments, looking his options over and going for blunt honesty. Or at least, blunt stating of his own opinion on the matter.

"Yes."

It's his fault. Even if he could somehow convince himself that Anwyn and his parents had not been... there had been others after that. After he knew well enough how dangerous it was.