http://igotjetdog.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] igotjetdog.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2010-08-06 07:09 pm

FRIDAY MEMERY - 1920s!

Man, the sounds. The smells. The music. The booze. The crime. The Depression. The Prohibition.

Yessir, the Roaring Twenties were a hell of a time. Your characters get to experience it as well! Everyone is now living in the 1920s, in a bustling metropolis, with no real influence from some strange meatship. Their former lives now reflect their new ones.

A character that was a security officer on board might find themselves as a detective on the police force. Someone who used to be a superhero, punching their problems away, might find themselves as some sort of cop, sports star, boxing champ, or even just a kneebreaker on the streets. Someone who used to sing might be a sensation, or just another nightengale crooning in the smokey speakeasies, as people kick back and enjoy their illegal alcohol. A scientist might be a mad chemist, or even something from the pulps. Who knows?

All that's for sure is that they're here now, living the life they can. Will they run into one another? Will they live their lives apart?

That's for you to decide.

Have fun.

[identity profile] mercjedi.livejournal.com 2010-08-07 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Kyle is a former soldier who after his service in the Pancho Villa Expedition, and then World War I turned mercenary. He sold his services all over the world, first in Mexico to revolutionaries, and then in China to several different warlords. He's now returned to the United States, richer, but not necessarily happier. Usually he can be found in a speakeasy, or sometimes at the train station where he contemplates leaving his country again to go fight in yet another war.

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2010-08-07 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Spiritualism was on the wane, but there were still those who practiced in smatterings of society. Usually it's harmless card readings, or seances. But most of it was scams.

Dean Winchester was a detective often called upon to investigate such scams. Some were tips he got from the great Houdini himself before his recent tragic passing. He had a private agency just simply known as The Winchester Agency somewhere down a back alley. The people who needed him knew how to find him so business just dropped in his lap usually, just like it did for his dad. He had a thing for cars, and was able to get a sweetheart deal on a Chevy Series D black number. It was sleek and had one of the best engines on the market. Even now, and he had fixed the old girl out so she shined.

He gambled and knew his way into the speakeasies for a quick drink. He walked oddly from his time in the Great War, but most were wise enough not to ask.

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2010-08-07 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Kate Bishop, a well known society girl of her father's newspaper empire. Powerful enough to rival the great William Randolph Hearst some were to say. Still she felt such money was unneeded if you couldn't do good things with it. She wanted to join the police, even to be a police matron who dealt with female prisoners. Though her father often cautioned her that such jobs were no place for a well to do modern girl such as herself. Her older sister had already done the right thing by marrying well, and she needed to resign herself to do the same.

At very least, there was still her music, and she wished for a chance to play at the great Carnegie Hall one day. But often times she wanted the chance to do something right in the world.
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[identity profile] robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com 2010-08-07 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
John Connor lives as a gun runner, and bootlegger. He's been on the run from the law for his entire life due to his mother also being a border smuggler. She raised him all along the border, and often amongst the revolutionaries of Mexico. Her reasons for this were warnings from his father that something would try to track them down, and hurt them, and that John had to be kept safe at all costs. Knowing no other life he joined her in this dangerous profession once he was old enough.

He's proven to be quite good at it to. While most of his trade takes place on the border with Mexico, he has traveled north to Canada for some of his bootlegging. He's currently in the metropolis looking to meet his latest buyer.

[identity profile] neverwastenaya.livejournal.com 2010-08-08 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Tenaya was a spy for the Germans in WWI but defected to the US with help from her American brother, Dillon, and has since been pardoned. Along with her brother and his girlfriend, Summer (the flapper daughter of a business tycoon in the city due to lose all his money in the Great Depression, and who had also helped in the war effort), she travels around in his beloved car.

Devlin's father was in prison, with his mother either dead or deemed unsuitable to raise a child have not worked that out in fanon, so he was sent on an orphan train (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphan_Train) to the West. Not agreeing with that idea, he escaped to the city, where he worked as a newsboy and befriended the son of Chief of Police, Ben Tennyson. When Devlin's father escaped prison and came to the city, Devlin first went to try to reunite with him but discovered his father really didn't want him, so he helped Chief Tennyson arrest him, which endeared the Chief to the boy. Seeing that his son really was good friends with the paperboy and owing him his life, he managed to adopt him.
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I am so bad at AUs, late!

[personal profile] starbolts 2010-08-08 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
In all likelihood, Starfire is a rebellious flapper. She flirts and gives the appearance of an airheaded damsel, unaware of happenings in the world, but her family had oodles of cash. They gave her a thorough education before the drug skirmish that caused her older sister to exile her.

Beneath her sweet and forgiving exterior, she has well-honed street brawler skills and has been known to catch men off guard when threatened.