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I know you're lying

The Interrogation Meme

Your crimes were unspeakable, your lies were outnumbered, but finally you've been caught.
They bring you in, sit you down, and chain you up. No matter what power you have, no matter
how strong you are, you're not going anywhere so get comfy.
It's going to be a long night.

Rules
1. Post with your character, canon, and any prefs - You're the captive
2. Tag around to other characters. You're the interrogator.
3. Roll. Or, you know, don't.
3. Horribles.

RNG OPTIONS

1. Truth serum
You know this person isn't going to speak easy but you've got a surprise for them. This serum aught to loosen their lips a little.

2. Torture
The old fashion way might work best for this particular fellow. How about those nail screws?

3. Bargain
You've got something they really want, or really need. If they fess up, if they tell the truth of the matter, they'll get it.

4. Black mail
So, remember that night about ten years ago...? You know something they don't want the rest of the world to know and you're going to use it.

5. Seduction
Just because they're in chains on a chair doesn't mean you two can't have a little fun, right? Might be even more fun, come to think about it.

6. Leverage
Whether it's love, drugs, or something else -- it's hanging above your head. You're craving, aren't you? Or maybe that someone special is in danger if you don't spill.

7. WILDCARD
BECAUSE GIRAFFE.

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[ info/perms in journal. also available in re2r/re4r. ]

[ When Ethan comes to, his arms are pulled back behind him, tied to a metal chair. Each foot is tied to the front legs, making him immobile. He tastes blood in his mouth and his head is throbbing. His blurred vision finally clears enough to see Leon a few feet from him, tied up in much the same way.

He's about to call his name when someone grabs his hair and jerks his head back. Crying out in pain, he tries to squint up at his attacker.

The light above blocks most of their features, but it doesn't take much to figure out this has to be a man from the group they were tailing. Apparently they got the jump on them, and now they are in a very bad position. ]

Quiet, now. Wouldn't want to wake him too soon.

[ Ethan wrinkles his nose at the man, ]

Go fuck yourself.

[ It earns Ethan a hard slap that sends the painful throbbing into his nose. ]

Edited 2026-05-05 03:36 (UTC)

[ It's the reverberating slap that jogs something loose in Leon's brain, stirring him from unconsciousness. It takes an embarrassingly long time for him to come to, neck stiff from the slumped position in the chair and the blow to the head keeping him groggy and slow.

Like a hangover.

He inhales sharply, the clearest sign that he's awake before he's finally blinking his eyes open. Only to find Ethan getting slapped around by some douchebag that looks familiar in the worst way. ]

Stop.

[ Grumbled out in irritation, as he finally realizes he's tied to the chair and tests the restraints at his wrists. ]

[ The man turns to Leon when he speaks, raising his brows, his tone far lighter than it should be. ]

Stop? Is that what you said?

[ He turns back to Ethan and backhands him again in the other direction, turning Ethan's head again and sending some drops of blood flying out of him.

It felt like getting a hammer to the face, pain and stars exploding behind his eyes, over half his face. It leaves him coughing and groaning in pain, his words garbled as blood is now running out of his nose and mouth. ]

Piece of shit!

[ The man now turns to Leon, hands open in mock welcome. ]

Leon S. Kennedy. It's nice of you to join us.

[ Leon swallows back the grimace at that backhand. He's already given more away than he's wanted to, and they've barely started. (He's been through enough of these sessions to know what's coming). He saves the glare for their captor, presented in an eyeroll that only makes his headache worse. ]

Sorry I'm late. Didn't want to come.

[ That gets a snort from the man, sharp looking shoulders shrugging. ]

Unfortunately for you, it's not a matter of what you want. It's what we want.

[ He turns back to Ethan, ]

And you are Ethan Winters. I've heard a lot of... interesting things about you. We'll see how true they are. Because you will be taking everything I give you until Mr. Kennedy gives me the answers I want. Understood?

[ Ethan rolls his head to look up at the guy before spitting blood on his suit. Their captor flinches but doesn't say anything. Simply puts a hand on Ethan's shoulder and delivers a punch to his gut. The impact is so hard it makes Ethan sound like he's choking on air, doubling over as much as he can in the chair, pulling against his restraints.

The man turns back to Leon, still hovering over Ethan, ]

Why were you following us?

Edited 2026-05-05 06:49 (UTC)

[ The punch might as well be his own, for as much as it hits him to watch. It bothers him that the target knows so much about how to get under his skin without even trying. He knows not to let this show--or try, at least--he's been through enough training on interrogations. And yes, he's been on the receiving end, but usually alone. This adds a layer that he's having to school his expression around in a way he's not even sure is fully convincing. ]

It was a public street. You talk to your therapist about this paranoia? It might help.

[ Ethan is still doubled over, coughing when the man shakes his head at Leon, ]

Sorry, I'm not convinced.

[ He holds onto the back of Ethan's chair and lands a hard kick to one shin. A sharp, strangled scream comes out of Ethan at that. Such a simple thing but such a truly sensitive area.

Ethan flings his top half back against his chair, eyes squeezed shut at the pain radiating up and down his lower leg, all the way through his knee. Any other partner might have told Leon to give them something. Ethan's pain tolerance is pretty shit, but he's used to it.

He is also using this "method" to begin the process of pulling one of his hands out of the restraints. It's cutting into his skin to do so, but it'll heal later. It also doesn't register the same as the other shit being inflicted on him. ]

Again: why were you following us? What's the interest? What is your mission?

Edited 2026-05-05 07:07 (UTC)

[ Leon clenches his teeth at that scream. Yes, he knows Ethan can take plenty and heal from it in a way most people would never survive. But the pain is still all too real, and every part of him feels like shit for continuing to play stupid. But the apologies will have to wait.

He levels his flat, narrowed gaze at the interrogator, and shrugs against the restraints. Tight, and he hadn't been smart enough to keep his knife within reach on this belt. He might to able to break them, or the chair, if he has to. His legs pulled taught present a problem though.

Hopefully Ethan's got something. He can only take so much more of watching him get beat to a literal pulp before he's throwing caution to the wind. He'll fight, chair and all. ]

Believe me, there's no interest. You're about as interesting as paint drying.

And I think I'd prefer the trip to Sherwin-Williams.

[ Just like before, there's no large reaction. Just a sigh. He then holds a hand up, like he remembered something. ]

Paint, huh? You know, now that you mention it... I'm a pretty good painter.

[ He nods his head and the words send a sense of dread through Ethan. This will lead nowhere good. ]

Yeah, I'm very... creative.

[ He turns back to Ethan and grabs his shirt before ripping it open, exposing his pale chest. ]

What the fuck, man?!

[ Said as if that was, somehow, more offensive than everything that had come before it. He really needs to stop wearing shirts he likes on jobs... He then tries to lean away from the hand splayed on his chest but can't manage.

He hates this. He hates this. Ethan can't even look at Leon because he knows if he does, he won't be able to continue pulling his other hand out of the zip-tie cutting into his skin. There's a warm, wet sensation spreading on his palm and fingers. Blood.

His jaw clenches tight, and he inhales sharply against the biting, burning pain, letting their captor think it's just panic. That works for what he needs.

If Leon can keep him distracted long enough... ]

See this? This is my canvas. And my brush is --

[ The man pulls a knife from his own belt and holds it to Ethan's skin. ]

I'll give you one guess what color the paint is, Mr. Kennedy.

[ info/perms in journal. ]

[Maybe Jill missteps? Gets caught digging where she shouldn't and now what do, Michael? You're not supposed to be playing nice with the coppers. Would that be of interest?]

[ I hate cops the amount I am told I should says the guy whose best friend/bodyguard is an ex-cop. I am SO here for this yes always. ]

[Never again. That was the promise Jill had made herself when she'd finally been freed. She would never be a position to be taken alive again.

(Granted, that hadn't exactly been the idea then either. She'd made that leap honestly believing it was the last thing she'd ever do. And she'd done it gladly. She just hadn't accounted for the horrors of scientific wherewithal.)

So when they'd caught her - when she hadn't been fast enough to escape, hadn't been strong enough to fight them off entirely - she'd made sure it hadn't been easily. If she wasn't getting free, she was going to give them every reason to end it.

Every low blow, every dirty trick. Every snotty remark she can dream up in response to every question asked.

She is battered and beaten: the front of her shirt stained with blood from her mouth and nose (split lip, broken tooth... maybe more, she can't tell); there's an impressive bruise swelling around her left eye making it hard to see; and her vision swims with every movement from the blows she's taken to the head.

But she's not broken. Not yet.

And when they pause, telling her someone else is coming, she just smiles a bloody smile and thanks them.]

...'Bout time. You two are boring.

Edited 2026-05-05 14:44 (UTC)

[ would you be up for something with adam? maybe he's been spying/taking photos of the family and gets caught, etc? no worries if it's not your thing! c: ]

Edited 2026-05-04 21:25 (UTC)

[Open to 1, 2, 3 & 6 as the captive - With a canon like his, how could I not? P.S. Prisoner 2009 versions are welcome, too. <3]

( good cop / bad cop where he plays both. )

Edited 2026-05-04 21:37 (UTC)

[ 👀 maybe adam's been brought in after getting caught taking photos of someone he shouldn't? ]

( the perp's in a dingy police interrogation room that's overdue for a coat of paint and some new lightbulbs. harvey didn't asked to be debriefed. he heard 'punk' and 'camera' and 'old mrs. harrison,' and he decided it was enough to draw his own conclusion. done deal. he's got this.

he finishes his coffee on the way in, lets the door slam behind him as he tosses the paper cup away. )

Got good news and bad news. ( and he doesn't wait to relay either. ) Good news for me, my partner isn't here. Means I can do whatever I want.

( he's grinning as he drops into the seat across from the perp. angel, alex, something like that. )

Bad news for you, my partner isn't here. Means I can do whatever I want.

( because if anyone in the gcpd would stop harvey from beating the shit out of a suspect, it would be jim gordon. that rookie still has a shine to him. harvey's good when jim is around, which means he's overdue for being bad. )

So, you tell me why we've been getting calls about peeping Toms for the past month, and you leave here only slightly less bloody than how you came in. Sound fair?

[ the second adam's arrested, he knows he's in deep shit. even if he hadn't been sneaking around taking pictures of unsuspecting people, the cops in this city were notorious for being all too eager to shoot first and ask questions never. the only thing he's grateful for as he's shoved into the interrogation room is the fact that his body isn't already riddled with bullet holes.

the officer who comes in doesn't bother to introduce himself, but that's no surprise. all the bluster about kicking adam's ass isn't shocking, either. despite the situation he's found himself in, though, adam doesn't feel afraid. in fact, the only thing he can feel right now is anger. ]

You tell me, [ he replies petulantly, leaning back in the uncomfortable metal chair far more casually than he probably should. ] I haven't been peeping on anyone. Beating the shit out of me isn't gonna change that, either.

Yeah? We got your camera in evidence, kid. Guy it's with is a real whack job, but he's a whiz with this sorta thing.

( he eases somewhat. )

Whatever's on there, we're gonna find it. So you're better off working with me now and clearing the air.

[ the mention of his camera being tinkered with visually annoys adam, his lips curving downward and his eyebrows drawing together in a scowl. ]

The only photos you're gonna find are of people doin' shit they shouldn't. Hell, you should be arresting them, not me!

[ he glances away stubbornly, his cuffed wrists still resting on the table in front of him. ]

See? That's good. That's gonna get us somewhere.

( and all without punching. see how well things go when you cooperate, buddy? )

These guys were up to no good, and you were just there to, what, document it all? Stand guard? Aide and abet the criminals from afar? That's still 10 to 15 here in Jersey.

( it's whatever he says it is. the best thing about being a cop is making charges appear from thin air. )

[ adam lets out a derisive snort at the flurry of potential excuses, though his eyes flick back to eye the detective nervously when he mentions a potential jail sentence. he's quiet for a few seconds, considering his response, before -- ]

I get paid to take pictures of assholes like that, okay? I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not a fucking criminal.

[ he's well aware that he isn't exactly a good guy, and that it's hard to believe he isn't involved - and he's also very aware of the fact that the cops probably don't give a shit either way. ]

( bullock gives a shit because his evening's been relatively slow until now. )

You mean taking photographs of people engaging in illegal activities without their consent isn't a crime?

( he says it slow, so adam can really think about it. )

Help me out; which part of that is legal, exactly?

[ adam doesn't need harvey to spell it out for him; he knows he's in deep shit, and there's basically no chance of him getting out of this. but being spoken to in that way pisses him off, and that makes him even less eager to play along, however helpful it might be for him to do so. ]

What, like you guys are gonna go catch them? Please. Half the time I get hired because the cops just don't feel like doing their fuckin' jobs.

[ he rolls his eyes and stares towards the door, mind split between coming up with more verbal abuse and actually figuring out how to free himself. ]

[open to either role. there's only so far he'll go as the interrogator but he sure will bluff with worse.]

[ if you are up for more of these two, maybe Robert can have a pissed off, dimension-displaced captive? it could be a first meetings type situation. ]

[AHAHAHAHA yes. Seduction would be flat out hilarious, I'm down for anything tho']

Well, he is seduction, so there is little need to put on airs, really. He is seduction, he is wrath. He is violence, he is clarity. He is ruin, he is serenity. He is Empire.

And he is quiet when he enters the room, a smile trained to look genuine reaching the corners of his eyes as he moves to sit in the other chair, back straightened, hands resting in the space between his thighs with his fingers curled and his thumbs touching.

"I have heard it said," and he is soft-spoken as his head tilts with just a hint of amusement and curiosity in his eyes. "That you are a man of such talent, you could kill anyone with something as harmless as a sponge." It does not sound like he believes the rumours. He might not have come alone if he did. Or maybe Cleon has never seen a kitchen sponge in all his lives to date and does not understand the inherent dangers they possess.

"I am afraid I did not bring one with me today." His thumbs part, pointing towards the ceiling, shrugging without shrugging. And then they touch again. "We may have to find a tea towel to kill me with instead."

[Either role, but would especially love to see him as an (awkward yet subtly unhinged) interrogator.]

So, you've managed to bag yourself a supe. And not just any supe, but the one with the least in terms of physical prowess among The Seven. Impressive, Hughie. Truly.

( she's tied up, and the ropes are strong. he's done that much well, but no one in her position would be above breaking a thumb to get of of their hold.

well, unless: )

You know I'm here because I want to be, right? World's smartest person. I saw your booby trap from miles away, but A-minus for effort. I mean, spiked chulupa? You know how to get to a girl's heart.

...Starlight withstanding. Left your ass in a containment center while she cartwheeled through every dick on the east coast to forget about you. That's gotta sting.

Edited (mobile tag, forgive me) 2026-05-04 22:15 (UTC)

I'm sure you do want to be.

[Hughie meets that obvious attempt to get under his skin with a tight-lipped smile. Because, well-- it does, the dig at his relationship, but he can't let it show. Not this soon.

He drags over a wooden chair in front of Sage's roped-up form, drops down onto its seat, and crosses his legs at the ankles. Clenched in one fist is the rolled top of a fully-packed bag sporting a cheerful purple bell on its face. It's dropped into his lap with a thick papery rustle, cradled against one arm like a baby.]

Sorry. I didn't get a chance to eat before I drew the shortest straw. [A dramatic crinkle as Hughie unwraps a Crunchwrap Supreme. As he sinks in his teeth, he makes sure to look her dead in the eyes -- before his own flutter shut in open bliss.] Mmmh... [Garbled, through a full mouth:] Oh, fuck... mmmfh.

[He taps his cheek, finishes his bite, and swallows.] God, I can't believe I almost missed lunch for this. Anyway-- so I hear Homelander's actually targeting churches now, with this whole new... Prophet angle. Mind filling me in on that?

( this is the most grotesque display of power sage has seen in a while, and she's neighbors with homelander. she keeps a poker face, a slightly raised eyebrow, as if to say really, bitch? but she's a human, and cruchwraps are divine. )

Homelander's on his way because you were stupid enough to kidnap one of the only members of The Seven he actually cares about. ( but, hearing herself, she scoffs. ) Using that word 'care' pretty loosely here. He's not capable of caring. We all know that. But he hasn't killed me yet, so we might as well be besties by his metric.

...Give me a bite, and I'll slow him down.

( so, that's a no on the prophet talk. )

( perms in journal, open to either role. )

[Down for either role.]

[Secret agent, son of the Director of his organization, and the future Director himself. He'd definitely be the captive here. How will you obtain his secrets...?]

[This lawyer is looking to do the questioning.]

[ either role ]

[Either role! Limits on what he'll do as an interrogator will depend heavily on who he's interrogating. If he's the one being interrogated, just no death or maiming please. Other (serious) damage still welcome, though!]

( castmates preferred. either role. )

You have five minutes.

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I know you're lying

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Number 6 | The Prisoner (1967)

harvey bullock / gotham

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fghdlkjhg not him immediately forgetting adam's name

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adam | saw | ota

Lohen | Genshin Impact

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James Moriarty | Young Sherlock

Dean Winchester | Supernatural

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daybit sem void. fate/grand order. either role