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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

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"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."

"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.

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.

"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."

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?"

"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?"

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.

Niall only looks more amused by the amount of time Robin takes to answer. Discomfort. Guilt. What a sad little creature this one is.

"You hardly seem happy about it, my dear. Quite the unwilling plague, are we? Taken a few you miss, has it?"

"Well it is what it's for."

And yes, he remembers every single one as vividly as if it happened yesterday.

"And yet people still help you? I can't quite decide if that's entirely heartless of you to let them or stupid of them to offer despite everything. Your hesitance gives you away, my friend. Quite the lengthy pity party you're holding for yourself."

He jerks an eyebrow in amusement, takes a drag on his cigarette -- apparently content to keep this up for quite a while. It isn't every day you get to taunt Robin himself, after all.

"Probably a bit of both, I'd say. Though I'm not s ure stupid is quite the right word."

Not that Robin is even a little bit heartless. It's just that his heart sometimes is more selfish and cruel than it is good and kind.

He shifts his weight a little and considers just leaving, it would be easy enough after all. But he remains, part of him letting this be some sort of strange abstract punishment for all his sins.

Edited 2012-03-15 14:21 (UTC)

"Is it not?"

Niall stops his circling and leans an arm on Robin's shoulder, like they're the best of friends even if the way he's acting is anything but. He pretends to consider this, expression cycling through exaggerated -- almost comical interpretations of thought. It's playful, mocking -- like the most vicious of games. Like a child toying with insects.

"What exactly is a word you'd use, then? Naïve, perhaps? Pathetic?"

Robin slipped an arm around Niall's waist, pulling him closer still. Two can play the best of friends game.

"Naive fits the bill, I suppose. At least as well as anything is likely to."

Oh? He jerks an eyebrow at Robin, lets himself be pulled and flicks his cigarette away -- slides his hands up his arms slowly. Up along his shoulders, up his neck to cup his face as he holds his eyes steadily. His smile is dangerous, power drawing up inside and flickering in waves over Robin as he laces his voice with it. Insistent, strong, designed to give him a horrible headache even if the instruction doesn't hold.

"Take your hands off me."

The instrudction holds alright, but he manages to fight it just long enough to bring a knee up to hopefully connect with something vital before he backs away, muttering a curse because damn that hurts.