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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!


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.

I'm reporting to duty like requested. You get Cas in both. 2, 3 or 5. I JUST COULDN'T PICK!

This was not good. Not good at all. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the handcuffs. He wasn't strong enough to break them. The connection to Heaven was basically dead. Long ago were the days when he could snap these cuffs and get free. He was screwed. Least that was how Dean would put it.

[OOC: Figured I'd let you be in charge since everyone seems to be dominating you. LOL. Rose Tyler should always be the boss.]

Edited at 2011-12-06 04:40 am (UTC)

3 8D

She chewed on her nails nervously as she looked down at him, her other hand braced against her hip, fingers digging into her own skin.

"I'm sorry- just tell me how to help--"

[ooc: No worries! I'm good with either! Is he going to be genuinely nutters, or is she the crazy one? Also-- totally not canon for them if you don't mind x3]

Re: 3 8D

He pulled on the handcuffs hard. At first he appeared to be ignoring her. He wanted out. He wanted the handcuffs off and he wanted up. "Help?" He questioned looking up at the cuffs. "No one can fucking help." An angel cursing? There certainly had to be something wrong with him. Castiel was calm and patient. Jimmy Novak was calm and patient. Whatever was happening here was not calm and patient.

[OOC: I think that maybe some angel mojo is making him nutters. Now that he's human they can unleash some fucked up vengeance. Totally not canon.]

She bit down on her lip, hesitating beside the bed. What the hell was the matter with him? She scooted the chair closer to the bed.

"Cast- I dunno- I'm not really sure what to--" Torchwood? Should she call Torchwood? No, they were more likely to tear him apart to see how he ticked. Angels. They did aliens, but Angels? The temptation to confirm a religion would be overwhelming for the corporation. "It's... gonna be okay, I promise. I'm gonna fix it, I just... dunno how..."

He could feel it creeping up on him. When he was vertical and able to properly get around he could feel it scratching away at the back of his brain. It was like a voice he couldn't quite ignore. It was there whispering away and telling him when to do things. At first he could ignore it, but now it was like it had taken over him.

It was coming and going now, but it was staying gone less frequent. He was angry and it showed. He jerked on the handcuffs and leaned up as far as he could. "Let me go, Rose." His eyes were growing darker and darker.

That look, the darkness there... it wasn't him. It really wasn't. He radiated calm and safety, and whatever was happening now... It hurt, a bit, to see, to hear in his voice. She could handle it, if she just knew how to help.

Carefully, she reached out, pressing a hand flat against his middle. She'd hold his hand, but he might... do something. "Focus, Castiel, please, I'm not..."

She wasn't the most religious person, and whatever this was clearly had to be tied to religion somehow. She'd been under the impression that he was slowly going human, though, that he didn't believe God was there anymore. What religious steps could she possibly take? Did she even have a Bible or anything?

Castiel. His name. Was that his name? For a moment he wasn't even sure he knew his own name. Castiel. Castiel. Castiel. He had a name. He was an angel. He was a human. He was not this monster. Whatever was happening inside of him was like a war. A war within that he really was not enjoying. It was painful and worst of all he was scared of hurting her.

His chest jerked out and he let out a vicious howl of pain. Fighting. Fighting for control. "Don't let me go, Rose." His voice was rushed. He was panting and squirming. "Don't do it. You can't. I'm--I'm sor--" He was cut off with another cry of pain and his body fell back down and flat.

"Sorry. He's sorry. He's weak and pathetic. Boo-hoo. Now let me go. If I get out I can make it bad for you."

"Castiel!" She lurched forward, curling her fingers around his shirt. Don't let him go. Well, she could do that, but how did she fix him? How did she help him? He fell flat, then, and she tugged back, pointing at him.

"What've you done? What're you doing to him? You stop it, stop it now, bring him back!"

Her mind went through all the possibilities. Possession? Possession seemed likely. Wasn't it something to do with... the closer you were to god, the more vulnerable you'd be if you lost faith? She didn't know. She wasn't sure.

If that was true then he was pretty much fucked. He had just assumed this was the other angels doing. He had made a lot of enemies up there in his time. He had other enemies though. Crowley. He had double-crossed him for those souls. He was probably still pretty upset about it. If he did know where Castiel was there was no telling what the new King of Hell would do to get his vengeance.

"Look at you. All bark, but probably no bite. Can't even hurt a fly. Yip. Yip." He smiled and pulled on the handcuffs. "He may not be able to break free, but I might. You never--" He jerked on them hard. "know!" He settled back down.

So, I'm thinking this should be canon.

She hadn't even contemplated the possibility of other angels doing this to him. In her mind, Angels were supposed to be... good. Beacons of... light and all things wonderful. You couldn't really blame her, she didn't exactly know any better.

She squared her jaw. Harsh words coming from Castiel's mouth, it was a bit wounding, and she had to firmly remind herself it wasn't him. It was goading her, and she debated slapping him, but that was still his face. He'd be left with the pain of it, when she sorted this out. Which she would.

"Right. Okay. You just... shut up a minute, I'm trying to think." She pressed a hand to her temple, then strode across for the bookshelf. "Bible. Bible. I have one. I know I have one. But will it help?"

Talking to herself, mostly, like he wasn't even in the room.

Edited at 2011-12-06 09:37 am (UTC)

Nothing like a little demon exorcism to make a fun canon point haha.

"Me shut up? You're the one who can't shut up. You are the bossiest meatbag I've ever encountered and I've been around the block a few times." He sighed heavily and watched her go for the bookshelf. What was she doing? That was curious, but it didn't seem to phase him really.

"Gonna read me a story?" He smiled slowly. "Oh the bible. Well doesn't that sound like fun. Please do. I love the ones about plagues. People die." He raised his brows. "The angel still fights. What a brave little toaster."


She paused, glancing over at him, looking... faintly amused. "Did you just call me a- a meatbag? Scary, really."

She'd probably be more squicked by the whole thing if the voice sounded even remotely like Castiel. As it stood, the facial animation, the tone and timbre of the voice, the jargon being used... she could almost squint and see a different person.

She tugged the black, leather-bound book off the shelf and moved back beside him, pulling the chair right up beside the bed without hesitance or fear. "I dunno what to do, exactly, so I'm just gonna... read it. And cross my fingers. And wait. And... pray, I suppose. And if at any time, you feel like shunting off and leaving him alone, that'd just be brilliant."

"Scariest." He knew she was mocking him. Nothing he could do about now could he? Nope. He was stuck. He had to figure out a way to get out of these cuffs and out there. He had a job to do. This was not what he expected. It was supposed to be ironic that the angel turned human was taken over by a demon. Now it was just sad.

"Love a good story. Prayer? Oh no one is helping you up there. Castiel slaughtered a number of his angel pals who didn't want him playing God. He left a whole battlefield in his wake. Blew up Raphael with the snap of his fingers. Do you think they'll help you save him? You're delusional." He was feeling uncomfortable. The little son of a bitch was putting up a great fight.

Edited at 2011-12-06 10:02 am (UTC)

He'd have to figure out something clever, then, because she wasn't letting him up until she was absolutely positive he was himself again. She shifted close, flipping the book open to a random page. She wasn't... sure, exactly, what to read.

"You can say what you like, I don't care. Repentance is a wonderful thing, and anyway, he's human now. It's all different." She really... couldn't help but wonder if maybe he wasn't a smidge human all along, from what she's heard. Nothing happened without a reason, and if anybody could see the way things would play out, it'd be God. Castiel was sent down for a reason, and not by a God that was out to get him.

"Any requests?" It was said with the tiniest bit of sarcasm, she really... didn't know how to proceed.

"Like that makes any difference? Just because he's human doesn't mean a damn thing. Did he tell you about how he stabbed an angel and a friend in the back? His name was Balthazar. A bit too mouthy and far too English for my taste. Oh." He started laughing. "Then he killed his last remaining ally among the angels. Rachel. She thought she was stopping a great danger. He got the upper hand and put that sword through her pretty little chest." He made a sound effect to make it a little bit more fun.

"I get to request stories? How about you let me tell you one? The story of how Castiel betrayed the Winchesters. Pulled the wool over their eyes and dicked them over. They were plenty mad at him. The man has more enemies than he knows what to do with." He bit his bottom lip and looked up at her curiously. "How long do you think it'd take me to gnaw through his bottom lip?"

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