bakerstreet | THE BODY HORROR/HORROR MOVIE MEME.

THE BODY HORROR/HORROR MOVIE MEME.

Monsters, Mayhem, the deep darkness of the human soul. This is the meme for those tropes and ideals, the ones that change you and re-arrange you. Chose your side and follow the rules to horror movies in the following scenarios. Will you survive?

It goes without saying that this meme contains mature themes and is not appropriate for all audiences

1. Roll to decide, good guy or a bad guy.
2. Roll for your scenario.
3. Play it out, but stick to your sides.
4. So much profit it'll make your head spin.

1. You may be a victim, a cop, or the unwitting protagonist, but you are fundamentally good. There's no going back from that, something within you screams Do the right thing.
2. Whatever your reasons, whatever you do - you are a bad mamma jamma. You are making the choice to walk down the dark path regardless of it dominating your destiny. There is no going back. Do the wrong thing and enjoy it because it's fun as hell.

1. ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME.: the obligatory vampire/werewolf/zombie/sea monster meme. You've been cursed, you've been bitten, you're out to terrorize your town, make allies, and generally just give into the beastly side of your nature. You can become whatever you want. Just be warned there are people out there who want to hurt you.

2. THE DARKEST CURSE: So maybe you're not cursed to turn into something, but that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of ways that an enterprising witch or wizard could mess with you. Maybe you're growing tentacles, maybe you're gaining weight or losing weight maybe you're growing a third eye, whatever it is you're at the mercy of someone becoming something else entirely.

3. POSSESSION: demons, monsters, dead spirits, souls, or just bad places. You are no longer yourself. someone or something has crawled in there or been placed in there with you. Did you want this? Do you rejoice in it? Are your friends going to help you out?

4. 1970S SCIENCE FICTION Becoming mechanized, becoming a robot, being mutated by scientific or technology. It's something that we're afraid of. You are becoming One of Us. Will you fight or flee?

5. I'M JUST A MONSTER You're not becoming anything. Not physically at least. You are however mentally re-arranging yourself. Switch your alignment from good to bad or bad to good for this scenario and go at it. (It's the SAW/Torture option.)

6. WILDCARD do whatever you'd like, but: Keep to the roles you rolled and and B - during the thread one person must undergo a transformation of some sort.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

(( ooc: Fine with any role/roll. ))

[ There was only so long that you could run.

The same old story: the world was taken over by machines, and then they began assimilating the planet's flesh and blood. So it goes.

Kyouko was particularly good at running, and at fighting. But even a magical girl got tired, and they managed to catch her. Didn't manage to complete the operation, though, and she woke up in the middle of it, metallic claws making uncanny screeching and sawing sounds as they worked on her body. With a strangled cry, and a lurch in her stomach, she wrestled and broke free of them. They never expected a subject could regain consciousness.

She ran through the streets, rain pounding on the soaked and matted red hair that fell over half of her scalp, along with the metal quarter-sphere that made up the other half. Maybe she was going home (but there was none), or looking for somebody (no one was left). The chip in her head had other plans, and she found herself running down an unfamiliar alleyway, to a district of the city that hadn't been hit yet.

And she was starting to think this might be a good idea, helping other people join the machines. She was stronger, wasn't she, as she vaulted over a fence with one wired arm. The life before the operation was getting harder to remember, but she was sure this was better. The cyborg girl would find other people and tell them. Convince them.

There was only so long they could run. ]

Edited 2013-12-17 05:41 (UTC)

[The rumors are frightening. The rumors are unbelievable.

Terminator-esque take-overs only happen in the movies. They happen in a lot of movies. But all that talk about reality catching up to science fiction... This is never what anyone meant.

Masaomi can't sit back in his home, staring out through locked windows and patiently waiting for further instructions. Every self preservation instinct in his body shrieked at him at once, but curiosity and anxiety ring even clearer. In the end, the answer is simple. He physically can't sit still any longer, so he doesn't. The heavy rain might have deterred anyone else, but the bottle blond is unfazed tonight. He slinks through alleyways and around slick corners, searching for any signs of what's really happening outside the confines of his television screen.

What he's not expecting is to catch sight of a girl, soaked to the bone and running down the street like something possessed. His own hood is already dripping into his eyes, unable to hold any more moisture, and he doesn't mind that, but a girl...

What could she be running from?

He doesn't have much time to question. As she passes, he reaches for one of her arms and tugs her off the street into his little back alley.]

Back here! [He hisses over the sound of the rain.] I know a-

[Masaomi freezes mid-sentence.

Very slowly, he looks down until his sight alines with the sleek, cold metal wrist held within his hand.]

[ That was a big mistake.

Kyouko wrenches her arm away from his grasp and grabs him by the throat. Her first convert. How wonderful. She knows, vaguely, that she looks frightening and lopsided and intimidating and strong in the rain. She'll convince him. ]

Whatever it is you know, I know more. [ Her voice shrieks, like nails on a chalkboard, and it hurts for her to talk. They didn't finish whatever they were doing to her throat. ] I'm designed that way. You'll come with me and see.

[His hand slips over the wet metal, releasing that dangerous arm all too easily. It's at his throat faster than he can stop it, and he's left to react, gasping for air and clawing at her inhuman limb.

Through one eye, he takes in that petite figure - small and sporty, now disfigured. It's maddening, not being able to believe what he's seeing, not being able to believe that the vice grip on his neck is real. But it's going to kill him if it doesn't let up.

Raspy, chopped up syllables escape his lips in protest. He can barely understand what she's telling him, let alone respond to it. Finally, he shakes his head, as much as he's able.

Let go, let go, LET GO!]

[ This was fine. Kyouko would take him like this. He didn't seem to be complaining much, not verbally anyway (he writhed and choked, but all total-flesh did that). She advanced, backing him into a wall, if he fell unconscious from her grip then he would be easier to carry:

One leg had been replaced by robotics, too, opposite to her metal arm. The servos worked smoothly, and the joints were oiled, but loose wires stuck out at odd angles. Sudden immersion in a small puddle caused feedback.

The electricity surged through her body and to her head, and she screamed and dropped the yellow-haired total-flesh. She didn't know what was happening, there were sparks and swirls in her eyes. The one human eye filled with tears as she cowered pitifully on the ground, a wreck of what she had been before.

And the electricity did something, too, and now she could think more clearly, and it was a different Kyouko who finally swallowed her tears and looked up at the boy standing in front of her. What had she done? What had she been thinking?

What had happened to her? ]

[His eyes go wide in shock as electricity shoots up her leg and courses through her body, singeing his neck before she suddenly drops him. Through a blur of coughing, scrambling, and pain, he hastily removes himself from the wall, entirely ready to run for his life. Just as soon as his legs stop shaking.

As with every horror movie hero, however, Masaomi makes the fatal mistake of looking back. What he sees isn’t a monster, it’s a teary-eyed girl curled up in the rain, and despite his brilliant red and burning throat, he freezes, unable to take that first step needed to get away.]

You- [His voice is scratchy at best, and every breath is almost too heavy to swallow.] You’re-

[He can’t seem to get any farther than that.]

Get away from me. [ The pain in her throat comes again, and she cringes, not wanting to touch her hand there because she's scared of what she'll find. Her body feels violated by the robotics. Whatever was influencing her thoughts before is still there, in her head. She can feel it, like a small bug at the back of her mind, nursing its wounds, while it tries to reset and regroup. It could come back at any minute, and she's not sure how long she'll be able to fight it. ]

Get out of here! GO!

...You're part human.

[Apparently, it's time to ignore all extremely important warnings in favor of realization.

She's not "part machine" in his eyes, not when she approached him as something other than human, but she's still a combination of both. And this is the human... right? Are all the machines like this? He's never seen anything like it, not even on the news, but it's sitting right here in front of him.

Masaomi's throat still stings, and he can't touch it without hissing from the pain, but he can't turn his back on her either. Once he's separated the girl from the monster in his mind, it's over.]

Did they... do that? To you?

[ He's not leaving. The pain registering from various parts of her body, still smarting from the unfinished surgery, is starting to come in, and she cringes as her brain puts various parts of her mind on alert. It's enough to deal with the probe. ] Yer going to die. Look.

[ She jabs a finger at her brain. ] They put something in me. I don't have control, you get it? [ She seethes with helpless rage, but it's just part of what she did when she contracted, right? The only difference is that... it wasn't her choice this time. ] You've got to leave now.

You have control right now!

[He insists though he doesn't come closer. She's herself right now. Her voice is ruined, but she's talking like she's worried about him.]

What do you need to keep it that way? Anything! I've got it covered!

I don't know, idiot. Ya think this has happened to me before?[ The buzzing in her ears is growing louder, and she rubs at her temple to try to get it to stop. With a ... metal hand. Which is more than a little disorienting. She stares at it stupidly, sitting in the puddle in the rain.

With a shaking human leg and a sturdy robotic one, she struggles lopsidedly to her feet. ] I'm too far gone. I'm going to hurt you. So go away. [ And she turns to leave. ]

[Willfully deaf, Masaomi focuses all of his attention on figuring out what's going on. She must have escaped or something, right...? In the middle of the process. Or is she some new hybrid? Kinda hard to believe when she shorted out so easily.

She shorted out. Because of the rain?]

Maybe you're okay as long as you're out in the rain... It'd be stupid to just go back!

[Zombies aren't real. Perhaps in a world where dullahans roam the streets of Ikebukuro that isn't a fair assumption to make. Why should one category of mythological creatures be allowed the right to exist, but others denied? In any case, Saki doesn't know what to make of the sickly looking child who'd bitten her on the hand minutes before meeting Masaomi.

The bite hurt, of course, and it'd been a weird way to start the afternoon, but the child had run off after that and she didn't want to keep her boyfriend waiting for her any longer than necessary. The kid's teeth had been sharp though, and a droplet of blood oozed out of a small cut on the back of her hand. She wipes it away with a handkerchief as she walks. When she gets to the fountain where they agreed to meet, she peers around the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar teenager.]

Edited (I'm sorry the header was driving me nuts.) 2013-12-17 06:21 (UTC)

[That familiar teenager is sitting on the edge of the fountain, idly flinging water droplets at the backs of the lovey-dovey couple a foot or two away. When he catches sight of Saki, he lights up like a bulb and hops energetically from his seat to meet her.]

Duck, duck, duck~ [He lands ungracefully in front of her and gently places his hand on top of her head.] Saki.

Edited 2013-12-17 06:28 (UTC)

[It doesn't take gracefulness to make her happy. Letting his natural exuberance wash away the scare from earlier, she puts the handkerchief in her cardigan pocket then slides her arms around his waist - because why not?]

Quack?

I would've also accepted "honk."

[He shapes his hand like a duck's bill and pinches her arm lightly when he says it. Her arms is warm around his waist, and it's nice to be so close again after his wait.]

Should we fly off into the sunset?

[She would have giggled at this at any other time or made an affectionate joke in return, but viral particles are replicating at an exponential rate in her blood as they speak, and slowly but surely Mikajima Saki is beginning to feel unwell.]

...maybe.

[Her hand itches, but she ignores that for the moment.]

Do you think I could fly with Masaomi on my back?

[She is the duck, after all. ...Or wait, maybe he was the duck. Somewhat alarmed by the fact that she can't remember this, she bites the inside of her lip, but decides maybe she just needs to sit down for a moment. But then she's not sure she wants to let go of Masaomi either. She rests her head on his shoulder, gently at first, though it quickly becomes apparent that she's doing it to keep herself standing as much as anything else.]

[He’s quick to catch onto her lack of enthusiasm. If there’s one thing he can count on, it’s that Saki always has something to say. If she’s not saying it… As the weight against him grows, he wraps his arms around her as well, and lazy fingers draw light circles as her back.]

If the big, bad man duck is caught riding his cute girlfriend duck, the other ducks in the pond will just laugh! Maybe I should be flying you.

Need to rest by the fountain? You must’ve been busy today. [He chuckles through his concern as he runs a finger through her bangs.]

[There's an intriguing innuendo in what he says that should be explored. A half formed joke about voyeurism comes to mind, but the witty comment dissolves into quiet contentment as he places a soothing hand on her back and hair. She feels warm, too warm actually, but she likes being hugged by her boyfriend too much to let go.]

If that's okay?

[She murmurs into his shoulder then pulls back enough to let him see a small smile. Vague notions of needing to see a doctor are in the background of her thoughts, and maybe they wouldn't be vague notions if she could see how her entire right hand has swollen and turned dark where blood has pooled under her skin, but for now it's still resting on Masaomi's side where she hasn't paid it any further mind.]

But won't the other ducks be jealous if Masaomi flies me?

[Of course, it's okay! Masaomi is determined to make this very clear. If a guy can't take care of his girl, then he doesn't deserve to be called her boyfriend.]

Then let's make them all jealous.

[He turns, missing the deteriorating state of her hand because of its position below his eye line, and bends down to allow her access to his back.]

When we reach the fountain, we'll be swans!

[The image is endearing endearing enough that, in spite of her malaise, Saki laughs softly and teases affectionately as he turns.]

i'm not an ugly duckling, am I?

[She means it in jest, of course, but when she raises her arms and finally catches the state of her hand she goes rigid with shock. It's too far removed from reality that she doesn't even scream; she stares at her hand in silent, wide-eyed horror - wondering, hoping, this isn't real as the face of the sick looking child from earlier leers at her from inside her head.]

Ma... Masaomi....

[She hasn't lapsed into hysteria yet. Still stuck on disbelief, she gives her diseased hand a light brush with her fingers. The skin sloughs off in thick peels of necrotized flesh and muscle. And now? Now is when she screams.]

[That tone, quiet and breathless... Hearing his name spoken like that sends a preemptive shiver down his spine.

Masaomi quickly turns. His whirling gaze locks onto her shaking hand just as she screams. The reacting crowd surrounding them vanishes in an instant. All Masaomi can see is the discolored, splitting gore on a soft hand that he had held just before they parted earlier that day. He doesn't have time to question how it happened (bit by a dog? infection? illness?). He just pushes back to his feet and hugs her tight, hiding the grotesque sight with his own body.]

We have to get you to the hospital. Now. [Hastily, he reaches for her other wrist.] Let's go.

[Swept into a tight hug, her scream turns into a muffled cry. Numb with terror, it's easier to obey and to be told what to do and all she has is this vague notion that as long as follows Masaomi, everything will be okay in the end.

We have to get you to the hospital. Now.

Despite the general din of Ikebukuro, his voice is the only thing she hears, and the only thing keeping her together because he's the only person it is worth trying for. Nodding and smiling weakly, she pointedly avoids looking down at her right hand and tries to keep her voice steady. However, just because she isn't looking at the infection doesn't mean that it isn't spreading. Her forearm is beginning to turn the same mottled blackish purple as her hand.]

I - ... okay. [She doesn't sound steady at all. In fact, she sounds as petrified as she looks and despite her assent, she doesn't move yet.] Okay - I'll.. we'll go. But promise to stay with me?

Promise.

[Rushed but intent. He squeezes her wrist and takes off with her right behind. He can't leave her now. For once, he's too panicked to think of running.

But how can he get her to where she needs to go? They're too far away. Dragging her on foot all the way to... Masaomi doesn't stop moving, guiding her away from the crowd, as close as he can get to the hospital, but he takes out his cellphone as they power walk down the sidewalk. Using shaky fingers, he only just manages to speed dial the right number.

119. Medical emergency.

The following phone conversation is short, frantic, and ends with Masaomi cursing into the screen before hanging up. Everything in his tone immediately shifts, all anger gone from his voice, the moment he turns back to Saki.]

They're expecting us two blocks ahead, okay? Come on.

(no subject)

deputes - 2014-02-07 23:27 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

THE BODY HORROR/HORROR MOVIE MEME.

masaomi kida // durarara!! // ota

4/5

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)