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TEST DRIVE MEME #1


ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.



Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.



Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.



STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull.

One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell.

And you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential kinks.


Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out [community profile] penancerp's first TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warning in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment before or on the FAQ page. Since this is the game's first TDM, we are also very interested in hearing any suggestions you have or ways to improve the game experience.

Since this is a big event, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

As a final note, don't forget that reserves are open now until May 1st as well!


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NPC - Lucifer

[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-22 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
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Edited 2019-04-22 02:37 (UTC)
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Ramsay Bolton / GOT

[personal profile] veneries 2019-04-23 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Reach up high - Prompt I
Definitely warnings for violence and blood and stabbing and someone enjoying all of those things.

[Carving one's sins into a partner? It must be Christmas.

The disembodied voice fades away as Ramsay's eyes are drawn to the table with lists of sins and knives on it. He doesn't care about the lists, but his eyes light up and he looks just like a happy child about to unwrap a long-expected present at the sight of the sharp cold steel.]


Well. [Whatever size you are, Ramsay looks back at you with delight. It's the look a butcher would give a lump of meat he's going to make some lovely steak out of. He strolls over to the table.] I've always thought it was very important to be truthful. Honestly is what makes the world turn, after all.

[Turning his back on you, he picks up one of the knives and tests it on his thumb. With only the slightest pressures a drop of blood appears; his grindens and he turns back to face his partner.]

Now, hold out your arm and let's get started. There are a lot of these sins on my list to get through.
Edited 2019-04-23 00:32 (UTC)
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John Constantine | DCTV | OTA

[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
1. Arrival
Oh fuck.

Not like this.

This is not how he was going to go - not that he'd had it all planned out, but he wasn't ready, and he was certain he could still buy and prank and cheat his way out of this, and-

And... is he on a bed? John jolts upright and instantly regrets it, burying his face in his hands, rubbing tiredly. He hasn't had a hangover this bad since last week. He doesn't notice the list or the phone when he tries to crawl out of bed and ends up on the floor, struggling to get back on all fours and scramble out of the room.

He had a dream like this once. Only it was a nicer hotel room with a glass of whiskey on the nightstand and there was a succubus writhing in his lap and this doesn't feel like a dream.

The man masquerading as a zombie shambles down the long hallway, following the light until one door flung open slams right in his face and knocks him back onto his arse, making his headache infinitely worse as the floor gets pulled out from under him.

"...I'm fine," he groans breathlessly, sprawled out on his back on the carpet.


2. Stand Your Ground I (John is everysexual 16+)
"Well... looks like it's just you and me mate, stuck in this elevator for a wee while."

And the winner of the A+ pickup line award goes to the blond idiot with his hands shoved in his trenchcoat pockets, trying his best not to grin loitering in the back corner of the lift.


3. Reach Up High I (CWs for cutting/blood)
It takes John maybe twenty minutes of breaking things into the door lock before giving up. Getting to stay in some rickety old hotel and getting to make out in some rickety old elevator was too good to be true.

"Agh, fuck-" He pulls his hand back as a cut forms on his skin and thin rivulets of blood ooze out from the wound. Turning his head to glance back at his knife, he tries his best not to make eye contact with the other person stuck in the room, eyes darting around as his mind cycles through all possible ways they could both escape intact. John's list of sins is about as long as a toilet roll - murder, theft, lying, lying about his profession and his vices and his relationships, lying with married people, sloth, pride, envy - none of those things anyone would want cut into their skin.

"Fucking... Red!" As if he can safeword out of this mess. He loves a good kinky shag but getting locked in some deathtrap with a couple of knives and some prick is some next level messed up shite.


4. Wildcard
(Choose your own adventure!)
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[personal profile] behaviours 2019-04-23 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is the deepest of the seven hells. She's sure of it. Being in the same room as Ramsay is enough to turn her stomach, but to see him with that knife in his hand--to find that they're instructed to carve into one another's skin, as if he has not already carved enough into her with a different weapon, makes her dizzy with loathing. Sick with it.

Only when she spots the ruby droplet of his blood bead on the tip of his thumb does she begin to return to herself. She had thought she wouldn't hear his voice again, believed herself free of him and all of her demons. Now she is trapped with them.

Sansa takes up her knife.
]

You first. [ It is nigh impossible to adopt the appropriate amount of disaffected malice without revealing how petrified she really is to be here, but she perseveres. That is what she does. Like stone, she withstands. ]
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[personal profile] veneries 2019-04-23 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[The knife spins in Ramsay's hands gracefully and he holds it first in one hand, then the other.

There's something in her blank expression that has a muscle tightening in his jaw (she knows how much he likes to see her in pain, he's told her enough time) but the tremor in her voice is enough to keep him focused on his task.

He smiles kindly (what he thinks of as kindly, the way he did when they first met) as he steps up to her.]


Which arm shall we start on, my dear Lady wife?
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[personal profile] behaviours 2019-04-23 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I'll start by carving it into your tongue instead.

[ It erupts out of her before she has a chance to stop it. Sansa had thought she had grown better at minding herself, keeping her true feelings withheld, but it's hard to see the point. Already she had killed Ramsay Bolton once. To presume she would not do it again would be deluding herself for the sake of a brother who was not even present.

Who had not been present through the worst of it.

The threat of him touching her skin with that knife makes her feel like she's back in King's Landing, just a girl, panicked and powerless. She does not feel like the Lady of Winterfell.
]

I am not your wife.
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Mello || Death Note

[personal profile] thischaos 2019-04-23 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Stand Your Ground - Prompt I

[The thing is: Mello's always had a healthy fear of elevators. Not the sort of fear stemming from heights or the possibility of being trapped in one, no. A legitimate fear of being cornered, and so he's always opted for stairs. Even on the eleventh floor of a New York City Flat where the trek had the ability to wind even someone like him.]

[Now? Well. You'll find him tucked into the right-most corner, large sunglasses obscuring a good portion of his face while he idly pretends to peruse the mobile device while taking in the people around him. The reason? He remembers dying, and wherever this is — whatever this is — you can't kill someone who's already dead, right?]

[Right?]


Oi —

[To everyone and no one when the elevator jars hard enough to jolt him from the wall. He grasps at a handle, a shoulder, whatever's in reach. Was that your arm? Well. He's not letting go any time soon; Mello has a habit of going 0-100 when in a compromised situation.]

Nobody speak.

[The leather-clad, blonde thing grunting behind his teeth is kind of used to shelling out orders. He cranes his neck up at the top of the door; either they're jammed or this thing will plummet. The door, then the ceiling — do those panels pop off as easily as they do in movies? Time to find out.]

Someone get down. I need your shoulders.


Reach Up High - Prompt I

[It's written into Mello's DNA to be a secretive thing; he'll guard his sins as steadfastly as he'll guard his own name. Doesn't matter that he's surmised by now that this is some form of Hell, doesn't matter that this fact makes everyone here a sinner by default.]

[Sinner. The word makes his stomach turn. Mello was never one for accepting his faults.]

[He makes quick work of the knives because — well — they're the only weapons he possesses. One, he tucks into the back of his pants: steel snugged tightly between bare skin and leather, and the other? Oh, he's brandishing that. If nothing else, he's always prided himself on coming off as nothing less than a threat.]

[He's watching you. Analyzing. Attempting to predict your first move. Are you afraid? Ready to take on something scarred and too dead to show any sign of self-preservation? And he's chosen his sin, the lesser of many. L I A R. He'll carve it into you like a lover's brand if you're not careful.]


We doing this or what? Haven't got all day, yea.

[Watching, calm, confident. He tilts his head to the left, cracks his neck in preparation. His heels are planted into the floor, ready to spring if necessary.]


Follow Me Down - Prompt II - (CW... possible nasty, smutty things if shit happens?)

[To suggest that Mello is comfortable here would be outright bullshit, but he's always been a restless thing. Curious to a fault. Reckless beyond measure. Losing a war he was groomed to win has been itching at his neck, his soul since the realization of his own death before this 'life' hit him like a fist to the temple.]

[So he walks into a sex club — so what? He's earned something for all of this, hasn't he? — with all of the feline grace he'd trained himself in life to exude. Slips around patrons without regard for anyone who crosses his path. No matter his situation, no matter the setting, Mello will always perpetually exist with his head so far up his ass that everything else might as well be pure darkness.]

[The lights, though. Are they necessary? It reminds him of some of the strip clubs where his guys conducted meetings back in Los Angeles. Mello never did care for them, but he had bigger things on his mind at the time. Dressed to the nines — of course he is — he slips into a far-back corner. Even in death, he has a thing about leaving his back exposed. His face? The same. Anyone who notices him might find it odd that he chooses to leave his sunglasses on. Easier to peruse the patrons once he settles in. Doesn't matter that it might be off-putting for some.]

[Oh, those aphrodisiac-laced foods that might have slipped in with the non-tainted ones? Thanks for that. Pinched between gloved fingers is a thick, chocolate square. One that he shoves into his mouth whole; he was never one to resist indulgence when indulgence is due. Thick, sweet: it hits the spot before he even swallows, cleaning his teeth with the tip of his tongue and — ]


Oh.

[Oh. Who. are. you? With a click of his tongue against the top of his mouth, he pushes his glasses up over his hair. Takes one step. Two. Confidence has always been one of his stronger points.]

Make you a deal.

[Paying attention? Well, pay attention]

I'll tell you my sins if you tell me yours.

[With a playful lilt to his words. No, he won't. But who even uses pickup lines when everyone is here of their own accord?]


Wildcard!

[Wanna do something else? Feel free to PM or hit me up on Plurk. We'll plot something out!]
veneries: (and find some other)

[personal profile] veneries 2019-04-23 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[The knife stops dead.

The grin doesn't fade, surprise holding amusement and anger at bay while he decides which to go with.]


We swore under the heart tree, my lady. You're mine until I decide I'm done with you.

[His free hand reaches out to try to grab her arm.] Where's this sudden bite come from? The wolf bitch thinks she has fangs after all?
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[Text]

[personal profile] not_my_brothers_keeper 2019-04-23 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Greetings Lucifer-sama,

You have mentioned redemption from our sins and a promise for a better life, but I am curious about something. How do you ensure a better life and at what cost? I find it difficult to accept such generosity without some sort of price tag attached to it.
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[personal profile] behaviours 2019-04-23 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He believes that. Never for a moment does she doubt that Ramsay believes he owns her just because he desecrated the godswood in Winterfell by forcing her hand. He believes what he forced upon her could truly be called a marriage at all, before gods and men.

It wasn't a marriage. It was a death trap. A prison. A circus. Anything but that. He had made her long for Tyrion Lannister and King's Landing and for that alone he had deserved to die.

None of this demands saying. She knows it to be true, and she is not a child anymore who needs to shout her every protest when she knows no one will hear it. It would not even make her feel better. But more than that, he reaches for her, and her mind goes very blank with that. Sansa does not think before she acts.

Inexpert though she is, she slashes at him with the knife. The blade catches in his palm, drags a deep slice across it, blooming red. It is the first time she has cut him with her own hand, and she cannot deny that it satisfied some deep, vengeful part of her that was sorry to have left him for the dogs and not ended him by her own hand.
]

I have always had fangs. You chose to believe they could not hurt you, and I saw you dead.
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Viserys Targaryen | ASoIaF/GoT

[personal profile] undragoned 2019-04-23 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
stand your ground - i

I told you not to touch me with your filthy -- AH!

[Viserys is shoved to the back of the elevator and he immediately grabs onto the rail. Everything about this place, from the decor to the technology to the music, is so completely foreign and off-putting. This box isn't any different.

He still has his new communication device held tightly in one hand, though he doesn't know it's a communication device. All he knows is that it's something important and he's going to unlock its secrets no matter what.

He doesn't have a chance to address whoever else is in the elevator with him before it starts moving. Still gripping the rail with one arm, he falls down hard onto his backside with a very undignified squawk, eyes wide.]


What's happening?

ii.

[Staring at the devices before him, Viserys nearly backs out of the room. But he stops himself, glancing around to see if there's anyone else inside. When it appears the coast is clear he steps in quickly and makes a beeline for the weapons on the table. Whatever their uses here, he's going to need something to arm himself with.

He did not, however, check to see if there was anyone in the hallway behind him before he began his pilfering.]


reach up high - ii.

[Tilting his head upward, Viserys raises his own voice in response as if that'll do him any good.]

I think I've done a kind enough deed just putting up with half these fools!

[He follows this up with a disgruntled and wordless grumble. Do a nice deed, as though he's back in school again being told to mind his manners. To be friendly to those less fortunate them himself. Well there are few less fortunate than himself right now, so shouldn't he be the one having good deeds done for him?

Maybe someone will drop something on the floor and he can be a nice man and pick it up for them. Surely that would count.]


follow me down - i

[Finally.

He'd begun to believe they were going to be endlessly put through tasks for the rest of their stay here, but it's good to see they're allowed a break. Perhaps they believe torture loses some of its sting when it goes on forever, and they're likely right. He's not going to complain. He's done enough of that already today to last a lifetime.

Viserys sits down and immediately accepts whatever food and drink he's given without asking what it is. It smells good, and anything has to be better than the slop the Dothraki served - even food in some ghoulish afterlife.

Now if only the music wasn't so loud and the lights not so... flashy.

As nice as this is, the blond can still spare a moment to be irritated with anyone who might sit next to him.]


There are other seats. If you don't mind, I'd like my space.

[That's far more pleasant that he has to be to any rabble who would dare sit beside a king.]
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[personal profile] number3 2019-04-23 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
What happens if, say, someone were to try and disable/ruin most of the torture room in stand your ground prompt 2?
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[Voice]

[personal profile] thischaos 2019-04-23 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
This is what I get for trying to stop a fucking antichrist?

[T'ch]

Cunt.

[God, not you. Well. You too.]
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Spike Spiegel | Cowboy Bebop

[personal profile] pococurante 2019-04-23 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[ Bang.

Spike awakens from the dream in a bed. A real bed, not a shabby couch or the grimy floor of the old ship. The parchment unrolls... and unrolls... and unrolls. A quick glance reveals mostly murder, extortion, torture, assault, theft, general mayhem, sins of omission. Nothing unexpected. He tosses it aside and rises stiffly. The headache is expected, though there are other pains that are not there. The gunshot wound on his side is gone. He wanders about the room, examining everything, looking for his guns. He finds a phone. A really, really old one. ]


Piece of Earth junk.

[ He fires off a text into the ether. ]

Anybody know where I can get some eggs?

Stand Your Ground II

[ This shit is weird. Spike examines everything impassively. Keeping up his awareness of the room and everything in it and around him. He just wants to get a workout in, see if he has any lingering damage or weakness from the latest death.

There's somebody behind him. He doesn't tense up or turn around. ]


Whatever shit these people are into, it's pretty intense for a spar.

Follow Me Down II

[ He got cigarettes, which is good. One less thing to distract him. His posture is as casual as ever, hands in pockets, as he strolls nonchalantly through the club. It's good to get a lay of the land. Figure out what is going on, who's really running the show. The sooner he gets his bearings, the sooner he'll be able to start figuring out what he's going to do.

He slouches against the bar and orders a beer. Nothing extra, though who knows if they listened to that. He sips it and surveys the crowd. He's not in a huge hurry to talk to anybody. But if somebody approaches him, he's also not in a hurry to snub them. ]


Wildcard!

[ Hit me with your best shot. Also, will match format ]
Edited 2019-04-23 02:16 (UTC)
veneries: (and find some other)

[personal profile] veneries 2019-04-23 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Her words don't register, instead all Ramsay focuses on is her tone, her disrespect, this fierceness he's never seen in the woman who cowered in their bed and wept at him.

Instinctively he raises a hand to backhand her, to return pain for pain. But he doesn't. He holds the bleeding hand in front of his face as the blood starts to run down his wrist, with an almost contemplative expression.

On some level, Ramsay has always enjoyed his own pain, almost as much as he enjoyed causing it in others. His eyes darken with a grin as he looks from the blood to the woman.]


It wasn't your fangs that killed me though, was it? [He reaches for the knife she holds, not caring if he cuts himself grabbing it.

He leans in to whisper to her-]
Which sins of yours would you carve on me, Lady Bolton?
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[personal profile] thischaos 2019-04-23 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Mello twenty minutes of watching the spectacle with nothing short of an amused sort of expression. If guilt were on the menu, he would feel slightly off about going after someone who clearly wants nothing to do with this situation.

But.

Rules are rules, right? Besides, he doesn't really care for being all cut up because someone else is stalling.

"You'll be redder if we don't get this over with." Subdued. Acceptance comes at odd times. He toys with the tip of his blade, head bowed. Teeth worry his inner lip. This is sinning. Attacking a man who has no intention of attacking first.

Nice play, Lucifer.

"You've gotta fight me, though."

That's just the way of it.

"I won't have you begging for mercy and making a criminal out of me, yea?"
odaystar: (Default)

[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Please, just Lucifer is fine.

We've cut some very generous deals to ensure you'll receive your better life, don't you worry about that. As for the price... it's very simple. Your presence gives life to our little community here. You stay and pay of your debts, you get a nice little reward for your troubles.
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[personal profile] odaystar 2019-04-23 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
I beg your pardon?
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Stand your ground - i.

[personal profile] thischaos 2019-04-23 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he gets it. Mello isn't exactly keen on being stuck in an elevator, either. He's going to show the same annoyance in a different way. What he's not gonna do is throw a ...tantrum.]

[Mello's braced as tightly against the wall, half-hunched, as he can manage. If this thing breaks and goes down, there's really nothing either of them can do to soften the impact to an acceptable level.]


My guess is that we were naive enough to get into an elevator in the pit of Hell and expected a smooth ride.

[Muttered. Don't worry; he's pretty sure he can find a way out. Maybe.]

Helps if you brace yourself and don't flop about. Wouldn't have landed on your ass so hard.

[Sorry, he's grouchy. Being out of his element and all. Of course, he has an idea. Thinking on his feet is kind of his thing. A beat of silence; Mello rubs just beneath his dark glasses with the tip of his finger, clears his throat for effect.]

You any good at climbing?

[Why risk his own ass when he can risk someone else's?]
Edited 2019-04-23 02:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-23 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I've got to what, mate?" That's not happening. John's not a good man, not by any stretch of the imagination, but damning someone else because of something he's done is one thing. Twirling a knife in his hand and sticking it into them is quite another.

He studies the other bloke in the room with calculated wariness. Of course, he doesn't know anything about him. Whether he 'deserves' something or- otherwise. That would make it a lot easier, wouldn't it? It'd make him feel righteous and in the pits of his self-righteousness he could afford to make a blind lunge for it.

But even as a fresh cut blooms on his cheek and makes his face twitch, John can't bring himself to pick up the other knife.

"We're not play-fighting."
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[personal profile] thischaos 2019-04-23 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
I try to save the world and I get thrown in here? Not buying it.

What do you want from me?
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[personal profile] not_my_brothers_keeper 2019-04-23 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
I see... Our presence is necessary for this version of Hell to function. When one has fully paid off their debt then am I wrong to assume that they are free to leave?

Is it your goal to have Hell empty or Do you wish for Hell to always have occupants?

[Yukio... What in the world are you doing? You just can't make deals with every single Lucifer you meet!]
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[personal profile] thischaos 2019-04-23 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Did I stutter?"

And really, the only reason he's yet to step away from the table is the fear of having all of his sins exposed to the curious eye. So he maintains eye-contact with the other through disheveled bangs, lifts his arm in a one-shouldered shrug.

"If I jump you and you don't fight back, that puts another thing on this list that I don't need."

He's not exactly sure how the list works, but attacking an innocent with no provocation isn't something he wants on his back. "So you've gotta fight me. Because neither one of us are getting out of here 'till you do."

Another cut slices across his skin, makes the blond visibly flinch.

"So I'm not playing. I'm telling you that if you don't fight me, I'll hurt you until you do."

It's not complicated, really.