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The PREDATORS Meme

You wake up in the middle of a steaming jungle. You don't know where you are, or how you got there, but there's an unfamiliar sun in the sky and all signs suggest that you're not in Kansas any more. You need to survive; figure out what's going on; and maybe, just maybe, find a way to go home. There's just one problem.

Something is hunting you.

Prompts

1. Consciousness to sarcasm in five seconds. Rise and shine, you've just woken up in the middle of nowhere with no idea how you got there. On the bright side, you're not alone. Get to know your fellow ~~victims~~ contestants. Maybe you can even figure out what the hell is going on.

2. The road to nowhere. Have fun trudging through the jungle. How long 'til someone notices that it's been daylight for about 48 hours now, or that there's the wrong number of moons in the sky? Kiss your worldview goodbye.

3. Cry havoc! The hunters have set their dogs on you. Their deformed, alien monstrosity dogs. Do you run or fight? Work together or leave the others to their fate?

4. On a scale of one to "fucked"-- One of you is injured. Maybe it's fixable, or maybe it's fatal. Does the other choose to stay and help, to leave you for dead, or to put you out of your misery...?

5. Let's hope they last the night. Night has finally fallen. Time to find somewhere to hole up, grab some shuteye, and hope nothing sneaks up on you in the darkness. Sweet dreams.

6. The great escape. Here's your chance - whether by skill or luck, you've found where the hunters have set up camp. Think you've got what it takes to fly an alien ship? Of course that's assuming you live long enough to get inside. Maybe you should come up with a plan b, just in case...

7. But you've always been here. Congratulations, you're not dead yet. You've evaded the hunters for long enough that they've apparently assumed you starved, or fell into a swamp, or maybe they've just plain lost interest. And now there's fresh meat on the planet - a new batch of game for the hunters. You could help. The question is, will you?

8. Wildcard.

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[classic or reboot available]

"Why don't we go inside of that cabin and catch our breath?" The Doctor stops running after they put some good distance between themselves, and a group of very persistent hounds. And perhaps it is his own fault for getting them upset in the first place, but it was all for the better of Planet Earth and his new friend.

He turns around on his feet, and he looks to make sure they threw off their followers. And he then turns his head to John, and he takes in a deep breath. "I think we should be good for now, but you need to get some reset. But I wouldn't sleep for long, the last thing we need is for them to catch up to us."

Edited 2016-06-19 00:59 (UTC)

[open to canon/cross-canon, and totally open to starting threads!]

She didn't really know where she was, or how she had gotten there. Maybe it was Purgatory. Maybe it was some special circle of hell. Or maybe that was just the heat talking as she ran through the underbrush, dressed in black leathers, and carrying a harvesting scythe. None of the answers to her questions really mattered when the demon-hounds were hot on her heels.

Maybe, if she could find water, she could throw them off her scent, but there was no time. Crashing through the treeline, she raised the sickle over her shoulder, and turned to face the beasts...

She isn't the only one who is lost, but Jon has no idea where he is either. And with his heavy clothing that is best meant for the bitter cold, Jon has been trying to out run the hounds that have been sent after him. His sword is held firmly in his hand and blood from one of the hounds dripping from his face he is trying to put a good distance from himself from them.

Jon stops for a little bit, and he places his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. But this is when he spots another human figure in the not so far distance. Is she friend or is she foe? He isn't sure as he turns his head around to check himself to make sure he doesn't see the hounds anymore, and then back to the person. Straightening himself up, Jon goes to slowly make his way towards her as he hikes his sword up into a defensive posture. "...Hello!" He cries out to try and get her attention.

But he knows he cannot stay in place for long, and he slowly begins to make his way towards her. And he's ready to cut her down if she proves to be a threat. "I'm not going to hurt you!" It is worth a shot, or so he thinks.

She spares a glance in the direction of his voice, and takes a few sidelong steps toward him, keeping a weather eye on the trees. Purgatory or not, she knows probably shouldn't trust him within reach of his bastard sword, but for now they seem to have a common foe--and two blades are better than one against a horde. She lowers the sickle, but keeps it ready at her side to take the head of any hound or hellion that comes too near.

"Good luck to anyone who thinks he can."

[Crossovers and assumed CR are a-ok!]

The snarling from the hounds starts to close in again, and Jon isn't about to ask any more questions. If she is here like he is, then Jon isn't about to argue. But first things first, Jon goes to drop the heavy wool cloak to the muddy jungle ground. His leathers aren't much, but they along with the mail underneath can provide him with some extra protection against the hounds’ powerful jaws.

The hounds rush through the jungle, the sound of twigs and the brush being pushed against fur. They're getting closer and closer.

"There's too many of them, and as much as we might be able to cut their numbers down." Jon looks back to the direction he was running in before he ran into her. "And I won't be one to judge if you're going to make a hasty retreat." He removes a hand from the hilt of the bastard sword, the blade sick with blood from his earlier encounter with the hounds, and he wipes some of the blood, dirt, and sweat from his brow with a gloved hand.

"But I won't judge you if you decide to stand your ground."

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"What, and leave them all to you?" she asks, shaking her head. Her own blade was black with blood and dirt, and her face streaked with the same, but she didn't flinch when she heard the baying grow louder. "I won't run if you won't."

Maybe if they cut down enough of them, the others would turn on their own wounded, and give them a chance to make it to the river. And if not, well, nobody should die alone.

reboot please. As nice as classic Illya is, I think the large angry version would have a better chance at surviving. Hope you brought plenty of ammunition!

Shall we start at the beginning?

(ooc; did you have a prompt in particular you were eyeballing?)

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Carol Ferris | DCU | OTA

Napoleon Solo | The Man from UNCLE

Dr. John Watson | Sherlock BBC series

The Doctor | Doctor Who | OTA

Jon Snow | Game of Thrones | OTA

Annabeth Chase | Percy Jackson and the Olympians | OTA

lance . voltron : legendary defender

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Kirishima Eijirou | Boku no Hero Academia

Yaoyorozu Momo | Boku no Hero Academia

3 + whatever suits your fancy?

3 + whatever works. :)

Frisk | Undertale | OTA

steve rogers (pre-serum) | mcu | ota

scott lang | marvel 616 / mcu-flexible

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

Jesse Custer | Preacher [AMC flavor] | OTA

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Ronan Lynch/The Raven Cycle/OTA

Korra | Legend of Korra

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S’chn T’gai Spock | NuTrek | OTA

This should be interesting...

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