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bakerstreet2014-04-29 02:18 am
kappa_nitori) wrote in bakerstreet2014-04-29 02:18 am
the death meme
the death meme
This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.
1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.
2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!
3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.
4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.
5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.
6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?
7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?
TIME LEFT
1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.
2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)
3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.
4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.
5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?
RELATIONSHIP
1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.
2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.
3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.
4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?
5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?
6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.
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HOW IT WORKS:
1. This is where I am changing it up. Feel free to choose how you are going to die, just be sure to list the closest matching categories in your subject bar, along with your character and their series.
If you are having trouble coming up with a prompt or situation, feel free to use the random number generator. Or if you rather just take a risk feel free.
2. Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.
However, considering this is in our RP feel free to have your characters keep their CR, just make sure to inform the person which ever way you're going with it before responding!
3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.
4. Have fun!
Steve Rogers ★ MCU ★ 2 or 6 preferred
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he looks down, his hands are wet and red. panic lances through him and his heart suddenly goes double-time. he tries to remember what happened, how this happened, and he's drawing a blank. they were---putting away groceries of all things. it was something simple. something stupid.
no. no what was stupid is the fact that he let rogers talk him into staying here. that he told him it would be okay. safe. how could anyone be safe with him? he's a time bomb. a weapon, it's all he'll ever be. and steve---bile rises in his throat as he looks down at himself fully, and the front of his shirt is stained with rapidly cooling blood.
he finally takes a step, still dazed and eyes too wide with fear, and looks around the now ruined apartment. the couch has been shoved across the room into the television. the record player is overturned on the floor. there are dents in a number of walls.]
St--steve? [his voice is soft. fearful and lost like a child woken from a bad dream. he's afraid that there won't be an answer. he's afraid of himself, what he's done. his voice rises in pitch.]
Steve!
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[ The sound comes from just inside the bedroom, where Steve had managed to crawl, one hand still covering the stomach wound now bleeding out over the carpet. His thought had been, at one point, to make it to the bathroom.
Patch himself up. Figure out what went wrong.
All he knew was that he'd gotten the milk out of the grocery bag and suddenly he wasn't standing in the kitchen with his best friend anymore. There was a knife and a spray of liquid and now he was starting to feel a little heavy. A little numb.
His head hangs, but he hears that soft voice. He answers, because what else can he do? He knows it's Bucky again, and that he didn't mean for it to end up this way. He should have listened, should have let him stay somewhere more secure with people who could have helped him. Should have...stupid of him... ]
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he makes himself take another until he's pushing open the door, leaving a smeared, bloody print on it as he kneels down in front of his best friend. there's so much blood. he's not even sure where it is all coming from, and a wretched sound escapes him as he presses shaking hands (one flesh, one metal) to the wound.]
Steve--god, I'm so sorry. I'm---[his eyes are burning and his throat feels tight with emotion.
he leans in close, pressing his forehead to steve's as the other man's hangs there. he grits his teeth.]
I can call for help. [but he knows there's no time for that. he knows himself, or what HYDRA turned him into, and he knows that he does his work well. he shows it with spatters of blood and wet coughs. he shows it with fiery wreckage. he shows it with wails of widows, mothers, daughters, and sons.
and this, now, perhaps his best work. his mission finally complete. he hates himself completely.]
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[ Even with blood on his lips he still manages a smile, albeit a weak one. He knows it wasn't him, it wasn't his fault. Maybe if he'd seen this coming he could have stopped him, subdued him, and then neither of them would be in this mess to begin with. ]
Buck, listen...it wasn't you. I know that.
[ His voice is rough, thick with blood trying to crawl into his lungs, trying to surge up over his tongue and silence him. But there's so little left for the effort. And he's gotten it all over, hasn't he? The apartment's going to be a mess, how is Bucky going to stay here now? ]
I'm...sorry.
[ There's a small shudder and he tries to push up, fails, and nearly sinks back down to the floor. He can't even hold himself up anymore, as much a prisoner of his own body as he was when he was ninety-five pounds soaking wet and trying to cough his lungs up. Bucky, he'd been there, too.
It was fitting he be here now, too. ]
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God, shut up, Steve. [his voice breaks as he says it.] Don't you---you do that. This isn't okay.
You can't make this okay.
[he sees steve try to shift, and moves on instinct. he rests his own back against the doorjamb, ignoring how it jabs his spine, and shifts to pull rogers against his chest. he used to do this when they were back in the apartment in brooklyn. tuck his head down to press his cheek to steve's, and coax him through how to breathe when he had an attack; just like now.
his arms shift, wrapping around him as much as he's able, but it's a lot harder than he remembers now that steve isn't the runt he'd once been.]
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[ Maybe that had been his failing. So blinded by how he'd let him go before, let Hydra turn him into nothing more than mindless weapon, he'd wanted to make up for his past mistakes. He hadn't let himself see the root of the problem and let Bucky save himself.
No choice left now. ]
You have to. You have to try...
[ The world tips and he finds himself leaning in against Bucky, the pain turning into a fading ache and his words slurring. It's stubbornness that keeps him awake, keeps him talking, because after this Bucky wasn't going to have anyone to look out for him. ]
Please. Don't...give up.
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steve, all beat to hell, hand crawled over and all but threw himself at bucky's arm with the raising of his fist again, and told him he was okay. he could stop. he'd been shaking as steve had coaxed him out of the alley and the guys collected their wounded and went off to lick their wounds.
how is he supposed to keep trying when the only thing that kept him right was dying in his arms? was dying because of him?
it would be easier, he thinks, to find some HYDRA cell and turn himself back in. to let them put him in that god forsaken chair and wipe him. put him in the bone deep chill of cryo until they have use of him. he could forget all of this. he could just---
he banishes the thoughts, but it's a monumental effort. steve didn't do this for that. steve didn't track him across countries and bring him home to have it end like that. for a minute, he's pretty sure he hates him for being so goddamned selfless. a miserable, choked sound escapes him, and he nods against the other man's cheek.]
I--I won't. I promise, Steve.
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But this all couldn't be for nothing. ]
Hey...
[ Feeling the huff against his skin, hearing that strained sound escaping him, Steve uses what little strength he has left to lift his hand, cupping it to the side of Bucky's face. He's pretty sure he's smearing blood everywhere, but he has to forgive him that, doesn't he? He's had Steve's blood on him before, when they were younger. He'd mop him up, bandage his hurts, and seethe with anger on his behalf until Steve told him it was alright to let go.
He couldn't stay angry at himself. It wasn't his fault. Wasn't... ]
It's over now, right? That was the last...the last thing they wanted. You're free of them now. It's alright.
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but he could hate himself til judgement came and chances are he would. it didn't matter that it wasn't his fault. that they'd put something in his head to trigger him to finish the mission.
only steve would tell him that it was all right even when he told him to shut the hell up. he nods against the hand on his cheek, unable to force a singular word out of his throat.
it was the last thing they wanted. maybe now, now it was really over as far as their control over him.]