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bakerstreet2012-07-23 05:27 pm
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 your 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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Adam was a good fighter, no question. But he had expected a little more of an augmented combatant... perhaps he just hadn't made use of his special quirks yet. Jack had heard about a few things, integrated blades and firearms, so he had mostly paid attention to that.]
No.
[To emphasize his point, he tapped his eyepatch. Do you think I'd still have this if I had gotten myself augments? And he'd often thought about getting his eye replaced, but ultimately... ultimately this was part of him, a battle scar, and a reminder of a mistake, and those could never be fixed.]
Is that all? After what my men told me, I was expecting the devil incarnate. [sigh!] Don't insult me, Adam. Fight or die.
[He's intentionally provoking him, of course, if only to see what he can really do and how far he will go to protect himself. He can and will shut him down, when the time is right.
That's when Big Boss draws a handgun, removing the safety--and aiming straight for his head.
What now?]
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And then yellow light shifted around him, and he disappeared. The air moved around him as Big Boss fired his gun, but Adam had already ducked and moved to the side. He reappeared seconds later with his fist coming right for Snake's head. The terrorist managed to partially dodge, getting a very rough scrape against his ear that would cause a little bleeding, but he spun and back-handed Adam across the face with the gun instead.
He grunted with the force of it, feeling his nose flare with pain. It would soon have blood dripping from it just as his mouth was still bleeding. Adam brought one arm back and the sleek casing of it shifted, sliding and moving and a long blade shot out as he growled and shoved his fist forward. Again Snake dodged, and Adam's blade lodged into the metal wall causing a large hole where Snake's shoulder would have been a second before.
With his blade stuck in the wall Snake aimed the gun again and Adam felt his adrenaline pumping. He still had one free arm. At the same time he was tugging on his arm stuck in the wall he reached out and managed to knock the gun away just enough that the shot fired hit the wall instead of his head. Next he kicked, and he managed to get the kick very hard right in Snake's gut.]
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Whether or not it was Adam who knocked the gun out of his hand by the end of this was unimportant; because a gun was useless in a close quarters fight and this was a very narrow, enclosed space.
He would have to fall back, and the kick actually helped with that. Adam was still stuck in the wall, but who knew for how long? And judging by that alone, he was certain that blow would have definitely killed him or at least, incapacitated him. Fortunately he had good and honed reflexes, and more years of battle experience under his belt than Adam.
Still, this was rather precarious. He didn't actually want this to be a fight to the death.]
I see--
[--that you'll fight with everything you have. But what if he took that from him?
The cameras were still up and running.
He had lost his gun, now somewhere on the floor, but he didn't need it. Two fingers--he presented them to Adam first, then added his thumb and formed an L, much like a gun, and pressed index and middle finger to his own temple.
And quickly removed them again.
bang
Adam didn't need to understand the gesture, but he'd have trouble thinking in a few seconds, anyway, because enough other people got the meaning.]
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His hands came up to his head and he stumbled back against the wall of the cell behind him, and his HUD went completely haywire. The jostling augmented reality interface on his retinas made him instantly dizzy to the point of vertigo and Adam heard himself groan in pain as he slid down the wall with his head in his hands.
Then his arms fell to his sides, and he couldn't move them. A gasp of panic came from his throat and Adam could feel his legs disappear from his neural capability too. He was as good as a quadriplegic as he slumped to the side. He opened his eyes again but his HUD was still going crazy. The lenses over his eyes slid back into his head leaving his face unmasked, and then a jolt went up through his system. All of the aug organs inside his chest cavity spasmed. It was unlike any pain he had felt before and Adam's entire body jerked and twitched.
The fingers of his prosthetic hands shifted, fanned out to inhuman angles, his wrists turned. To him it all seemed to last for ages but after ten seconds or so of this he was left panting on the ground as his system reboot itself and began coming back online. He blinked his eyes open and the HUD was stable, informing him of the reboot, and his fingers slowly spun back into normal positions and the plates on his arm slid back into place, streamlining themselves to the human shape once more.
Adam lay there for a few seconds longer before he finally lifted his head to look up at Big Boss.]
Fuck you.
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Am I really the one to blame? I wonder.
[He sounded pensive, and with Adam no longer posing a threat, he closed the distance between them again. It would be easy to kill Adam now, but that was neither his style nor his point.
So powerful and destructive, and yet so weak and helpless... a gesture, a push of a button was enough. The ultimate tool, and the potential was amazing... if you were the kind of man to utilize technology such as this, disregarding the person it is crafted onto.]
Or... maybe it's them who are at fault. And you.
[He crouches down next to Adam, only an armslength away, still at danger if the man momentarily regained control over himself. But he shouldn't, not anytime soon, not until Big Boss signaled for the interference impulse to end. It was a safety measure. It had been necessary, even if he wasn't particularly proud of it.
He watched the man and his struggle with morbid curiosity, one arm resting on his own, propped up knee.
Inhumane, he thought, terrible.]
You make it all about your augmentations. About what happened to you. What remains when I take all of them from you?
[Pause.]
Just a broken man who cannot even fight for himself. Look how much was taken from you. The liberty to not let yourself be controlled by someone else, and yet you lay here, and tell me to fuck off. If it weren't for me, you'd already be dead--for snapping and killing people who had no part in your personal tragedy.
[And it is a tragedy. Perhaps the worst story he's heard so far, and he genuingely wants to help him. This is no life.]
Do you feel dead, Adam? I know you do. I know what it's like--to be paralzyed, to just have to listen and watch what happens to yourself; to everyone around you, and there's not a damn thing you can do to change anything. But it doesn't have to be like that.
You can start taking control of your own life today, Adam. Right now. But first--
[He offers his hand, even though Adam can't take it--]
First, you have to give it to me. I will give you a reason and an enemy to fight. Liberate you and push you past your boundaries. Treat you like a man and brother when nobody else will. Adam...
[And despite how harsh of a demand it was, he still managed to sound soft. Like a well-meant invitation rather than an order, because he cared for and loved all of his tools.]
Swear to be loyal to me, and I will make it end. For good.
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Adam didn’t trust Big Boss. The words floated in and out of his consciousness, his subconscious, as pain continued to wrack his body. His system had rebooted itself but that hadn’t stopped the pain or contortions he was going through.
At times his eyes stopped working: the camera-like lenses in them fully dilated causing the light to burn and soon his eyesockets wept blood from the corners. The Infolink in his brain was going haywire, cycling through channels and trying to link with any nearby systems and soon his ears were bleeding. Adam contorted into a rictus of pain every few seconds and his limbs bent at odd angles, his back arching as he gasped in pain.
The worst was when his artificial lungs seized and he couldn’t breathe. Adam tried to focus on the sound of Snake’s voice and his dilated green eyes sought him out, unseeing, and gross gurgling sounds came from his throat. When he finally got a breath in, it was shuddering and pathetic. Adam felt the fight leaving him and he hated that, he hated the man doing this time and he cursed everyone from society at large to David Sarif to Megan and all the Illuminati.
The next time he was given a brief reprieve he was in a very sorry state. Several of the bolts along his chest and back were bleeding, blood was dripping down his face and into his hair and to his neck, and his breath was coming in strained gasps. He blinked several times to lubricate the artificial eyes and he looked up at Snake. What choice did he have? Die, or join him? That was no choice at all.]
I – I don’t… trust you… [Even despite the torture he was still himself. He was not going to beg for mercy, he was not going to blindly believe this terrorist had the best intentions for him.] You s-swear too. I swear if you swear, no more… of this.
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I don't expect you to. I'm just a man too, after all.
[And every man has his faults; prone to give in to temptations. But they could work on this--build mutual trust. Right now, Big Boss didn't exactly have a reason to trust him, either, but that has never stopped him from trying anyway. He might get stabbed in the back by one of those blades.
But he'd survive that, too. It's always the same.]
No more of this. It's a promise. [And he doesn't make promises he doesn't intend to keep. Jack looked elsewhere; up at a camera, and gave a signal in form of a rather dismissive gesture.
It should stop soon.]
Now--will you work with me, Adam? I'll pick you up. If you let me.
[Once again, he offered his hand to him--open and without a weapon.
Soon enough, he won't have to demand loyalty anymore. It'll be freely given to him.
For as long as Big Boss is useful to him. Not the other way around.]
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Sticky blood and sweat clung to his face and Adam closed his eyes and rolled his head to the side, away from Big Boss, hating anyone could do this to him and watch him suffer that way. It wasn't his fault he was this weak, he told himself, then immediately faulted himself because he hadn't been able to control himself at the chop-shop.
When he turned his head back to the man he focused on the outstretched hand. He wanted to take it, but his arms weren't quite working yet and he was concerned if he tried to take it his arm or hand would spasm. He looked up at Snake and let out a defeated huff through parted lips.]
Give me a second.
[Adam watched the indicator in his HUD monitoring the amount of pain he was in, his Infolink had thankfully gone silent in his head, and finally his legs and arms relaxed into more human-like poses. He managed to lean up on one elbow, and Adam looked down at himself. Spots of blood were soaking through the scrubs and he had managed to rip the pants on the side, exposing the side of his knee.
He brought his free hand up and flexed the fingers a few times. There was a tremor, and his wrist twitched, but he he figured it was safe enough. He reached over and took Snake's hand and met his eyes.]
I'll work with you.
It's a promise.