Captivity Meme, anyone?

[gibken]

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 (or pick your favorite). The second character is holding the first character captive now.
3. ???
4. Profit!



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.

Comments

[terlibra]

We won't be moving, but then again, neither will our opponent. It's a stalemate.

Our opponent's frustration is tangible; as Shotarou is fond of pointing out, frustration makes an opponent take foolish risks. It is only a matter of time before the stalemate is broken, but hopefully it will give us enough time to return to our feet.

[halfboiledjoker]

Oh, holy HELL do my legs hurt.

Our attacker isn't moving any time soon, but then again, he might be about willing to give up and move on. I'd still love to know exactly what he was really trying to gain here - other than our supposed 'ultimate power' - but if he's going to go and stay gone, I'll happily take that instead.

I try to crawl to my feet, but they give out and we end up face down in the dirt. This isn't working. I fire off a few more shots in his general direction, then go about rolling behind the next set of concrete pipes.

[curryjolokia]

The mark of an effective predator is to know when it's not worth continuing the hunt. This is one of those times.

As another volley of yellow-blue buzzy little fuckers comes sailing toward me from W's direction, I draw my energy bubble in toward my body, til it's just barely enough to cover. Then, with an effort, I thrust it out til it pops, exploding outward. Some of the missiles explode as the burst of my energy triggers them; the rest are pushed back one or two more scant meters, and that's enough room to give me an escape route. Cursing the city, the rumors that sent me here, and above all the monumental fuckjob that is Kamen Rider W, I drop my defensive wall, throw all my energy into my legs, and get my ass out of there in a burst of speed that barely registers as sub-sonic.

The missiles, pushing in towards the center of my bubble from all angles, finally regain forward momentum as soon as it is destroyed. I'm out of there fast enough that missiles to either side of me strike through to the middle, colliding with each other instead of my ass.

I'm two kilos away before I drop speed, grinding my teeth so hard they creak. "Fuck you, W, fuck you and your stupid nonpower. Fuck you, Rapparatta, you stupid piece of shit, and fuck--"

BAM. One missile must have been smart enough - or lucky enough - to dodge the self-immolation of the others. This far out from its source, it's not flying hard or fast enough to injure me -- but it's got plenty of force to smack me hard upside the head, making me trip over my own feet and skid to an utterly exasperated halt.

I stand still for a moment, trying to breathe deeply and slowly (old habits die hard) to calm myself down. Being irrational and having a public tantrum will do nothing towards removing W's head from his body. Heads from his bodies. However that works.

I let out a deep breath, growling. Okay. Okay. Fine, fine. I'm cool. I'm fine.

I flip open my cell, dialing a very familiar number. He probably won't answer, but if he does, I'm quite curious what his plans are on Saturday. Maiming with a side of witty banter?