TRUTH OR DARE

[cactusy]

1) Post your characters, one per comment.
2) Comment around ICly asking other characters "truth or dare?"
3) Truth is self-explanatory; dares should involve tagging out to another character's top level somehow ("Insult someone you find terrifying", "Tell someone you think is hot one thing you find sexy about them", "Strike up a conversation using the most awkward non-sequitur you can come up with", etc.)

Comments

Rust Cohle

[aluminumandash]

Re: Rust Cohle

[cactusy]

Truth or dare?

Also, what do you call a pig that does karate?

[Sorry, Rust.]

[aluminumandash]

Dare, let's say.

[ He cuts her a look. Flat: ] What do you call a pig that does karate.

[cactusy]

[Matter-of-factly, with no sign of either embarrassment or glee:]

A pork chop.

Pick somebody to recite a favorite poem to.

[doomcame]

Truth or dare?

[aluminumandash]

Truth.

[doomcame]

Why did you decide to leave him out there, instead of killing him?

See icon.

[salamanca]

Truth or dare, detective?

[aluminumandash]

[ He can guess at the question Salamanca might ask—pathetic and personal, nothing Rust gives a shit about—but he'd rather deny him that access altogether. ] Dare.

[salamanca]

Mmmmm.

[ There's a few seconds of silence. It would be easy to imagine, in the interim, the sound of a rattlesnake's tail. There's anger glittering in Salamanca's eyes but it's cool and icy, more reminiscent of sparkling diamonds than a fire.

He removes his gun from the waistband of his pants. Puts it on the ground. Kicks it over to Rust. ]

Do it. With my gun.

Go on. I dare you.

[ What could be more intimate than Rust killing himself with Lalo's gun? ]

not the real reply

[aluminumandash]

[ He shoots Lalo. ]

not the real answer

[salamanca]

[ dies ]

[aluminumandash]

[ SENKU COME DISSECT THIS MAN ]

[aluminumandash]

[ He glances at the weapon, but there's no drawn-out consideration. No internal struggle. Just: ] I ain't doing that.

[ IT'S A GAME ]

[salamanca]

[ That is the reaction Lalo expected, both because it IS just a game and because he suspects Rust wouldn't do it even in a life or death situation. ] Knew you didn't have it in you. Fine.

[ Picks up the gun and tucks it back into the waistband of his pants. ]

Use your best pick-up line on the person who annoys you the most. You know a pick-up line, right? If you don't... ah, you can come up with one! You're clever. You can do it!

[cactusy]

[Shaw stalks towards him with the most displeased expression on her face, leans up on her tippy-toes, and kisses him on the cheek. Sorry Rust, she isn't happy about this, either.]

[obeir]

Hey. In one of the few documented cases of anthropodermic bibliopegy in the universe I'm from, there's an edition of John Milton’s "Poetical Works" that was bound in human skin. It was supplied by George Cudmore, an executed murderer.

[ You have Chloe to thank for this morbid bit of trivia, Rust. ]

[sharktrash]

Voi, "detective". Go back to bitch island.

[ it's a dare. ]

[somethingintangible]

[ Doesn't say anything. Just sits down and starts reading a book.

It's for a dare, okay. ]