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The Captivity Meme

THE CAPTIVITY MEME

You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.

Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.

1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.

2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.

3. ???

4. Profit!

Scenarios

1. For their own good. Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.

2. For the good of society. Forget protecting this person -- it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.

3. Because they're not well. How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.

4. For the money. Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.

5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.

6. Because they're cute and fluffy. Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are! This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.

7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're our property, and you decide their fate.

8. For the lulz. Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.

9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.

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[instead of answering, Smile simply turns his head to stare at the right wall.

it seems innocent enough - maybe he's just bored or something - but Hiroshi might remember that the classroom he had just been in was on the other side of that wall. a matter of fact that was where the front of the room would be in the classroom. right where the posters would be.

the eye posters.]

Ehe....ehehhe...ahahhaha....

[It was him. HE'D been the one watching him.

Hiroshi cursed mentally. It was so obvious when he thought about it. Eyes. And mouth. They looked like his. In a place like this, would the ability to see through such things be unusual?]

Are you responsible for this? For the state of this dream? For the disappearance of the others?

[it takes Smile a minute or more to calm down before he can answer.]

Taking, yes. But this is unusual for this dream. Not the noose, not the file, not the books...

[he trails off into a quiet ramble but Smile does list everything else Hiroshi has discovered so far. so those things were unusual, according to the dream figment and he was the one taking people.]

[An anomaly? All the things he'd discovered were anomalies? Which meant he was the only one who'd found these things. But why? The noose he could understand on a morbid level, but everything else?]

Are you saying that I am experiencing something completely different from anybody else? Would you know why this would be the case?

[Was it because... he'd already lived through something terrible?]

Too many things are piling up in here. Too many thoughts. Already twisted but it's being twisted more by you and her being here and this was stupid, stupid, stupid stop twisting it's hurting again!

[the volume of Smile's voice raises at the last bit and it takes him even longer to calm down.]

Find them. Already found two girls. Need more to find the key. Hid them somewhere. On this floor and the basement. Find them before I--

[but Smile cuts himself off by slapping both his hands over his mouth. it doesn't stop him from giggling though.]

[Hiroshi stepped back instinctively at Smile's tantrum, gripping the pipe in his hand tighter. Yeah, okay. THAT was coherent. Still, he got the impression his being here was either making things better, or worse. Or both.]

...I suppose asking you to finish that sentence would be futile, would it not?

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<small>[Hiroshi stepped back instinctively at Smile's tantrum, gripping the pipe in his hand tighter. Yeah, okay. THAT was coherent. Still, he got the impression his being here was either making things better, or worse. Or both.]</small>

...I suppose asking you to finish that sentence would be futile, would it not?

<small[He sighed. Two girls. Right. Cassy and Sabitsuki, probably. That just left the rest of them. He was still unsure of what was going on, but he had a goal at least, something he could focus on to shut out the weirdness around him. He was good at that.]</small>

Not unless you want to know how I'm going to butcher all of you.

[in contrast to his behavior a second ago, Smile is remarkably calm now. he also...doesn't sound very happy at the prospect either. this wasn't supposed to be like this. this wasn't supposed to happen...

he points to the exit of the classroom.]

I hate that thing you have. Get out.

[Right. Insane person, wanted to kill him, etc. etc. There was something off about the situation that he couldn't put a finger on, but this probably wasn't the best time to think about it.

Deciding that this guy was exhausted of information for now -- and wondering what WAS supposed to have happened, if this wasn't it -- he left, moving into one of the classrooms he hadn't examined yet for more information. There must have been something important linking these girls, although what that was, he didn't know for certain.]

[and the door to the classroom doesn't shut behind him this time.

in the next one whispering can be heard. it sounds like a girl or two but what they're actually saying is hard to hear because the voices are too low. it actually isn't creepy this time! more like someone whispering behind their hands to someone else, actually.

there's a couple of those posters here. while it's not a surprise to see that there's an eye poster here, the mouth posters out number it for once. did it mean that Smile's presence here was not as heavy, compared to the others? or was there a reason that there was only one eye poster?

finally there's a locker where a ticking noise can be heard and the teacher's desk. all the drawers for the desk are unlocked but there's the strong smell of rot too.]

[He strained to try and make out what the voices are saying, but found himself having to give up after a bit. For one thing, that ticking noise added to the ambient sound, making an already difficult prospect even more difficult. Very frustrating.

He walked up to the locker, putting his ear next to the door. What could possibly be ticking? Just a clock, right? But why would a clock be in a locker? Briefly, rather horrible images of a time bomb going off next to his head ran through his mind. Which, of course, would just be a way of waking up normally, but he wasn't sure he WOULD wake up from this dream if something happened. Swallowing, he steeled himself and moved to open the locker.]

[it'd probably be simple disappointment for someone else when the ticking noise turns out to be....a music box. a music box that was ticking for some reason but a music box nevertheless. it looks like it has a sea theme design wise but if opened the ticking noise stops and nothing plays. inside the box in place of a ballerina that would be in a normal music box is what appears to be a young girl in a faded yellow sundress and wearing a diving helmet. why? don't ask. but it can be taken out of the room like the file.

meanwhile the voices continue on a little bit louder. if Hiroshi listens carefully he might hear his own name once or twice. it's really does sound like a couple of people are just having a conversation instead of creepy whispering or what have you. so far, it's the only normal-sounding thing here.

meanwhile the teacher's desk is still there and still smells like something is rotting inside one of the drawers.]

[How... curious. But it had to be here for a reason. Was it something he brought, or someone else? He shook his head, and took it with him. He felt like it would be important later.

The sound of his name gave him pause. He furrowed his brow, trying to make out the words better. Why were they bringing up his name?

...The teacher's desk. Somehow, he didn't really want to open it. The smell was overpowering, and he had a feeling whatever was in there was not going to be pleasant in the slightest. But if something important was there, he would be remiss to ignore it.

Shut down. That was how he best handled these things. Ignore the emotions he felt and just try to move forward. He steadied himself and opened the drawer.]

[the inside of the drawer is coated in a liberal amount of blood and a few flies escape when it's opened. stuffed inside is a pair of eyeballs, someone's lower jaw and a small, bloody bag. hopefully Hiroshi remembers how those girls' faces were blotted out in the student file because he really doesn't want to look into that bag.

but in addition to all the unpleasant items in the desk, a small working flashlight is there too. who knows how long those batteries last in these situations though...

and finally the voices raise themselves up so they can be heard clearly:]

"Hey, check it out!"

"What, what?"

"The kid at the teacher's desk. Guy with the scarf. Think he's a new student?"

[and they go on, speculating on who Hiroshi was. perhaps it might be worth listening to what they had to say?]

[Hiroshi reeled both at the smell and the sight, covering his mouth and nose with his scarf. If he thought about it, this was the first really bloody thing he'd seen even after his time at the mansion. The Onis had never seemed particularly interested in mutiliation, just... transformation. But why was this stuff here? Had that boy done it?

The flashlight would probably be useful, however, so he snaked that before shutting the drawer firmly. If he was going to need any of THAT, he wasn't going to get it until he absolutely HAD to. Hopefully he wouldn't.

The voices again. He looked up, blinking. Someone could see he was there? But he didn't see anybody in there himself...]

[that's right, there's nobody there. a single eye poster, yes, but no one else. since Hiroshi hasn't left the voices continue on their merry little way. but just because their voices aren't creepy doesn't mean that anything they say is nice.]

"So who wants to take bets on if this guy is one of those freaks, eh?"

"Really? I think he looks cute. It actually suits him. What he's wearing though..."

"Pff, Cassy, you've always had shitty taste in guys. He probably is. I mean, just look at him. Remember it's their hair. Just like that other freak."

"Ahaha, I've got a better idea! Ten bucks to whoever steals his glasses. I wanna see just how bad his eyesight is."

[and so on. eventually they even touch on the incident in the mansion but it's just the same wild speculation that Hiroshi already knows. half the stuff the voices say is kind of petty (one even goes on a rant about his fashion sense) but the one thing they all seem to agree on that makes Hiroshi "weird" is not the mansion part but because his hair is an unusual color. strange thing to bully someone over, isn't it...?]

[Hiroshi's hand reached up self-consciously to his hair before he caught himself. To be honest, it wasn't the first time he'd been made fun of for that sort of thing. Even Takuro had liked to get a few digs in here and there. What sort of kid had white hair already, after all? He wasn't even properly albino. Yeah, it had been black when he was a little boy, but it had turned white very quickly, some sort of genetic thing. Takuro had once made a crack that if he were in an anime, he'd be doomed already. Showed how much they all knew back then. The irony wasn't lost on him.

He closed his eyes. He was used to bullying. Even more so these days, with so many people calling him the "murder nerd." It bothered people that he seemed so calm and normal despite the fact all his friends had never been seen again. And if that was how they felt, so be it. Calm, cool, collected and impassive, like a proper scientist.

Better than them knowing how much he hated seeing that face of his in the mirror every day since that terrible night.

He felt himself shaking a little. He needed to leave.]

[luckily enough, there's nothing else here but the voices that were taking digs at him for stupid things. once he's outside the door the voices stop. the music box, on the other hand, resumes ticking.

but it seems someone's been busy outside while he was looking around. when the door shuts behind him, he'll see someone drew on it: 3/5. did finding those body parts count as finding one of the girls? well the note didn't say he had to find them alive, after all. in addition to that someone tore down a few of the mouth posters and replaced them with ones that had broken teeth while the eye ones were just plain torn down.

did that mean Smile wasn't watching him anymore? but anyways, he had a flashlight now so taking a look into that basement is probably an option if he doesn't feel like checking up on Smile.]

[He frowned at the music box. Why was it ticking, and not playing music? Was it broken? He shook his head. Maybe he could make sense of it later.

The changes in the decor gave Hiroshi pause. Three out of five. That was probably obvious, but why so many changes in decor? Was it symbolic of something? It left Hiroshi feeling uneasy as he began to head towards the basement with the flashlight. Smile could sit and spin for a while as far as he was concerned.]

[down the steps we go and despite the note from awhile back saying the lights had been fixed, they really...hadn't. they flicked as if they would go out any second and while that did provide some light it wasn't reliable. but at the very least it looks like a straight line to another exit elsewhere.

and the note wasn't kidding about those 'freaky tree things' either. dotted along the hall were shoots of white...things. things that had red eyes, bloody mouths and sometimes even looked like they were growing human heads. if the posters were unnerving, these probably don't help.]

[Hiroshi made a heroic effort to ignore the tree things. It wasn't easy, though, what with being surrounded by them. What WERE those things? Just the manifestations of nightmares, certainly? But then, what did they represent?

He pressed onward, the light held in front of him, holding onto his scarf tightly.]

[the next room is a decently large one who's walls are covered with the eye and mouth posters from top to bottom. it also stinks of blood, rot and all sorts of other unpleasant things even if none of those things were actually visible. whatever happened here though must have been something terrible.

and finally there's a person here, another one of the girls. her appearance matches up to Sabitsuki's from the photograph but there's also a smile on her face that rivaled Smile upstairs and her school uniform is soaked in blood. she's also blocking the only exit out of the room and is holding a pair of bloody scissors.

the second she lays eyes on Hiroshi, regardless if he's close or not, she sticks out her free hand and speaks.]

Give.

[he may want to take stock of his inventory here, the stuff he got from wandering around. the file, the pipe and the music box. perhaps she wanted one of those? either way he should think very hard about what to give her because the wrong thing might lead to a very messy end...]

[He reeled, wrapping the scarf around his mouth and nose again. What had happened? WHY had it happened? The body parts in the drawer upstairs... those weren't just a figurative thing, were they? People had died...

He turned, and his eyes widened. Definitely Sabitsuki, but the look on her face, the blood on her uniform... this was not a sane person. And definitely not a safe one.

His mind raced. "Give." Give what? What did she want? His mind raced through what he had. The file? There was no reason she could want that, though. The music box was another possibility, but what connection could there possibly be between her and it? Which left...

He looked at the pipe in his hand. The dubiousness of giving such a crazed looking individual another weapon stood out, yet he found himself handing the pipe over, attempting to look as unaffected as possible -- not an easy feat when his hand was ever so slightly trembling.]

...Here.

[the girl cackles and once she has the pipe it almost seems like she's thinking about smacking Hiroshi with it but decides against it. he gave it back so she could play nice.]

Thanks. Key is in the next room. Where is all over this room. Hope you don't get into trouble!

[and with that and a laugh, she vanishes. the way to the next room is free but even from there Hiroshi can see one very large problem. it's pitch black. he has a flashlight but who knows how long it'll last in there.]

[He tensed, ready for the worst. Thankfully, the worst didn't happen, and he felt himself deflate when she disappeared. Geez...

The key was in the next room, she said. He didn't know if she could be trusted, but he was going to have to look over there anyway. Too bad it was so dark in there. He bit his lip; he had to go in whether he liked it or not. The flashlight still SEEMED like it was going strong... Well, maybe if he was quick about it. He moved into the room with purpose, shining the light around.]

Edited 2014-07-18 03:46 (UTC)

[we have some good news and it's that there isn't any creepy kids inside! but there are kids. the kids who have gone missing, actually. they appear to be asleep and can't be woken up nor taken out of the room. if Hiroshi tries, all he'll get for his efforts is a smack in the face thanks to an invisible wall that appears over the exit. though some of the kids seem to be having trouble breathing. maybe a bit more haste might be needed.

and at this point it's probably not a surprise to find blood on the floor. there's quite a bit of it and it all leads to the back of the room. there on the wall is a large mouth stretched wide to put both Smile's and Sabitsuki's frightening grins to shame. Hiroshi can go up there and touch it if he wants. it's made of actual flesh but it won't hurt him. and there's even something shiny inside too. a key, perhaps?]

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