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Animus Moderators ([personal profile] animusmods) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-10-02 12:57 am

Captivity

Characters: Romeo, France, Milagro, Ψiioniic, Germany, Kanaya, Romana, Dean
Setting: cells
Format: either
Summary:Welcome to captivity.
Warnings: drama/angst/horror
Note: Please use the provided subthreads to keep things somewhat organized.


You awake in a cell. It's perfectly white, seemingly scrubbed impossibly clean, and instead of bars a sheet of glass or plastic--it's hard to tell--covers the only exit. The cell block itself is really a cell circle--while each person is in their own cell, they can see all the others, the circle only broken by a hallway leading to a closed elevator door.

No unusual powers or abilities work, and any object that grants such skills has been removed.

Speak to your fellow captives?
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[personal profile] tomatatas 2011-10-02 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Romana's groggy as she wakes, staying still on the floor of her cell as she feels her body stir, waiting, listening. Her instincts want her to jump up, kick ass and get out of here, but age makes her stay. She had been taken out so easily, it's better to watch and wait, find a weakness to explore.

One eye cracks open and she glances out of her cell, squinting to try and focus on the other cells and their occupants]

[identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Romeo looks around his cell with wide eyes. He was scared, he remembered the people coming for him, he remembered dropping Piccolo and he had tried to run, but now he was here. He looked in his coat and was relieved Piccolo wasn't there, he had managed to save his friend at leas and he hoped Piccolo would be able to find Molly and she would keep him safe. Romeo stood up, even though this cell didn't have bars and wasn't all dusty like the one the Rossi's had kept him in he could still tell he was trapped. He walked to the glass and looked out realising there were other people there.]
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[identity profile] cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[As soon as Germany awakes, he's pushing himself up, vision blurred but determined to get back on his feet as soon as possible. He recalled being knocked out after resisting to go with the red collars, but where had they taken him?

He leans against the glass and rubs his face, trying to regain his bearings.]

[identity profile] grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kanaya woke up in an unfamiliar room, her head felt heavy but after a moment she could sit up without problem.]

[Was this a new floor? She didn't remember coming here though. She traced the walls with her hands, making note of who else was there with her. Seven others, with her makes eight. For a moment she wondered if Vriska was behind this, but she quickly pushed that thought aside.]

[Instead she turned to the person in the cell next to her]
Do you know where we are?
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[identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Romeo recognises the man who his leash had been attached to a while ago, when those strange leashes had connected everyone] Mister Germany? You're here too?

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[identity profile] creme-master.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd been in a few nasty situations involving captivity in his day, enough that when he awoke he lay there trying to adjust to the blankness that was the cell block. He heard voices now but unlike many of the murmurs that came from the phantoms they were much more tangible - some of them even familiar, and all of them confused.

A slur of Spanish caught his attention -- none of them nice words, either; sitting up slowly to look through the doorway in hope of finding something. A jolt across from him turns his attention toward the girl he'd heard earlier, simply raising a questioning brow at her. It was pretty obvious she hadn't a clue, either.]


Fantastic. [And now he's muttering to himself, giving the scrubbed cell a once over...numerous times, that is]

[identity profile] gimmepie.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean's not feeling so hot when he first wakes up, which is only to be expected after having been knocked out and dragged to this cell he's in now. Blearily, he blinks, but immediately he's awake and standing up to kick at the glass he's been encased in.

No luck.]


Son of a bitch! Where'd they take me? Where's Sam?!

[After a few more attempts to break the glass or plastic or whatever it is, he finally quiets down to a contemplative silence, glancing around at his fellow prinoners.]

Un-freakin'-believable...

[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not the way out.

None of us know how we got here. Hopefully your friends back home. Or, in that tower still, but that couldn't be too lucky.

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[identity profile] 2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam? [The name is familiar, though he's aware it might be a different person with the same name. Still, in this place, he's starting to learn that coincidences rarely are.] The, uh, really large human who liketh books?

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Arriving back

[identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Romeo woke up and it was not a dream. It was real he lay silently, he had run out of tears. He let himself be taken back to his cell without making a fuss, except when they took the next man. "Stop it! You are bad bad people! Stop it!" He shouted, but was ignored and the man was taken away.

He lay in his cell, his legs curled underneath him as if he was really a deer and stared into the distance.
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[identity profile] gimmepie.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
Dean had been awake when they brought that small boy back. It took a great deal to keep him from trying to bust the glass down again and attack the NPCs carting him around. But of course, the barrier would not budge, and the people would not listen.

All he could really do was wait until the poor remainder of a child finally woke up, and around then, they were taking another poor soul to that elevator.

Rushing over to fhe glass to get a good, hard look at Romeo, he called out to him. "What...what did they even do to you?" Because honestly, Dean hadn't ever seen something like this. And he had seen a lot.

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[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Milagro had managed to doze off until Romeo returned. It was hard to sleep through that commotion though, and she bolted up frantically to watch them return- Oh God, what was that they were returning to the cell? Even an intergalactic space traveler like herself was scared to see what happened to the boy. Unable to calm her anger over the situation, she found herself yelling at the NPCs as they took the next prisoner away. But then they were gone, and there was nothing left but for her to turn to the boys cell.

"...Oh my God."

Smooth Milagro.

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[identity profile] grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com 2011-10-08 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Kanaya didn't even know what to say to Romeo. Romeo, who had so much hope and determination. But now he was broken and oddly hoofbeast shaped and Kanaya didn't even know how that was possible.

What do you say to that?

Instead she let's out a comforting "shh," like a mother calming her fussing child, "It will be okay." She hated the fact she said that, because if Romeo asked her how it would be then she would have no answer for him. Hopefully it would just spark some of his spirit.

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Returning (we can switch to prose if you want)

[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-10-06 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)

sob ;;

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[identity profile] 2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com 2011-10-07 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The thing dumped back into Ψiioniic's cell isn't even recognizable as the troll that left. He's completely covered in a white film that clings to his skin, inside and out - and the distinctive shape of his horns is noticeably missing. Occasionally little sparks of red and blue electricity flare around him, but he's as likely to zap himself as anything else.

He's keening softly, rocking back and forth, speechless with horror.

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[identity profile] cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com 2011-10-07 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Germany has to be supported as he's brought back to his cell. He's well aware of how frail he looks, too small for his skin-- which is now a patchwork of flesh connected by thick, black thread. He doesn't even have the strength to fight against the units as they half-drag then dump him back to his cell.

As a matter of pride he forces himself to stand upright until they leave, his legs shaking with effort. As soon as they do he slumps against one of the cell walls and slides to the floor, unable to support his on weight with what little muscle he's been left with.]

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[identity profile] grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com 2011-10-08 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kanaya was brought back to her cell very shaken. Her hands cover her stomach and every once in a while it looks like something is trying to push it's way out of her body. But she tries to remain calm, taking deep breathes and closing her eyes.]

[Eventually it would stop, right?]

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