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deercountry2021-09-06 10:42 pm
munchie) wrote in deercountry2021-09-06 10:42 pm
you took everything from me
Who: Jennifer Check & everyone who wants to be involved in this maneater
What: Event stuff! Open to all.
When: All of September
Where: Everywhere
Content Warnings: Cannibalism/eating humans, violent death of monsters, themes of abuse of minors, mention of weight loss, vague allusions to eating disorders, skin picking, body horror gif. All prompt warnings applicable.
“It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.”
I. The River of Regret
(There is a girl on a boat who looks on the cusp of death. She's the closest thing to "skin and bones" you have seen: she's pale, her hair limp and lifeless, her blue eyes vacant and glassy. You can see the shadow beneath her cheekbones, her eyes, and she doesn't seem to care or notice that you're sharing this boat ride with her.
Jennifer is empty.
She has always been empty, but now more than ever, she watches the water slide past, and she's too tired to think. Her eyes are bloodshot, but literally, streaks of blood pooled against the whites. Her lips are chapped and split, a cluster of dried, rough skin on her cheek. Her other is spattered with blackheads. She irritably picks at one until it bleeds. She drops her hand into her lap.
The smell of rot doesn't surprise her or make her shift. She does rub a finger under her nose. Rotten meat wasn't appealing to her the way fresh meat was. She squints over the river and sees the first body. A blonde girl her own age, nailed to a twisted tree. Jennifer immediately looks away, and finally, at you. She seems to remember who she is, where she is because her jaw tenses up mildly. She sits up a little straighter, but there's exhaust to the motion.)
Someone decorated for Halloween early. (She knows it's a real body. It's just a real body she refuses to acknowledge. But the ones coming up won't be so easy. That's in a few moments though. For now, she can pretend to be unphased. Even if she's pretending poorly.)
“You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.”
II. Bloodsport
(Jennifer has had better days, but if she's being honest, she's had a lot worse. She's standing there in the middle of a gladiator-style pit in her cheerleading uniform, looking both out of place and woefully unprepared for the staggering troll-like monster slamming an iron-wrought hammer against the ground. It looked like an extra on the set of the Lord of the Rings, complete with a leather loincloth and all. It slams the hammer down closer and Jennifer trips out of the way, falling right on her ass, which really, is when she starts to get pissed off.)
Would you - (She starts to snark only to have the troll lean down and scream in her face, misting her with a fine layer of troll drool.
Yeah.
That's fucking it. She wipes her hand slowly over her face before spitting onto the ground. She tips her head to the side at the monster and climbs to her feet.)
I've never been a fan of facials. (She slams into the troll's round gut and halfway there, her jaw rips open to reveal long, clustered fangs that tear through the skin like butter. It was tougher than eating a boy, but she has no problem pulling out mouthful after mouthful of the troll's stomach. She grabs onto whatever hunk of flesh she can to steady herself and relishes in the troll's screeches of agony. She couldn't eat this, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the ride.
The troll lands with an enormous thump. Jennifer stands up on what's left of its chest, covered head-to-toe in blood, her cheerleading uniform totally ruined. That's when she notices you.)
Oh. Sorry. (She rubs her hand across her mouth, which now lacked the fangs and ripped skin.) I would have called dibs if I saw you.
OOC: I can totally introduce Jennifer pre-destroying a monster too! I just figured I'd provide the Theatrical Approach for a general OTA.
III. OPEN SEASON
I've posted Jennifer's plotting post here. I can make personalized starters for those interested and if you're interested in some of the other things mentioned, like her working on the dive bar and the Growing Pains, feel free to throw me something for those instead! Alternatively, I'm open to having Jennifer come across your character doing something too!
What: Event stuff! Open to all.
When: All of September
Where: Everywhere
Content Warnings: Cannibalism/eating humans, violent death of monsters, themes of abuse of minors, mention of weight loss, vague allusions to eating disorders, skin picking, body horror gif. All prompt warnings applicable.
“It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.”
I. The River of Regret
(There is a girl on a boat who looks on the cusp of death. She's the closest thing to "skin and bones" you have seen: she's pale, her hair limp and lifeless, her blue eyes vacant and glassy. You can see the shadow beneath her cheekbones, her eyes, and she doesn't seem to care or notice that you're sharing this boat ride with her.
Jennifer is empty.
She has always been empty, but now more than ever, she watches the water slide past, and she's too tired to think. Her eyes are bloodshot, but literally, streaks of blood pooled against the whites. Her lips are chapped and split, a cluster of dried, rough skin on her cheek. Her other is spattered with blackheads. She irritably picks at one until it bleeds. She drops her hand into her lap.
The smell of rot doesn't surprise her or make her shift. She does rub a finger under her nose. Rotten meat wasn't appealing to her the way fresh meat was. She squints over the river and sees the first body. A blonde girl her own age, nailed to a twisted tree. Jennifer immediately looks away, and finally, at you. She seems to remember who she is, where she is because her jaw tenses up mildly. She sits up a little straighter, but there's exhaust to the motion.)
Someone decorated for Halloween early. (She knows it's a real body. It's just a real body she refuses to acknowledge. But the ones coming up won't be so easy. That's in a few moments though. For now, she can pretend to be unphased. Even if she's pretending poorly.)
“You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.”
II. Bloodsport
(Jennifer has had better days, but if she's being honest, she's had a lot worse. She's standing there in the middle of a gladiator-style pit in her cheerleading uniform, looking both out of place and woefully unprepared for the staggering troll-like monster slamming an iron-wrought hammer against the ground. It looked like an extra on the set of the Lord of the Rings, complete with a leather loincloth and all. It slams the hammer down closer and Jennifer trips out of the way, falling right on her ass, which really, is when she starts to get pissed off.)
Would you - (She starts to snark only to have the troll lean down and scream in her face, misting her with a fine layer of troll drool.
Yeah.
That's fucking it. She wipes her hand slowly over her face before spitting onto the ground. She tips her head to the side at the monster and climbs to her feet.)
I've never been a fan of facials. (She slams into the troll's round gut and halfway there, her jaw rips open to reveal long, clustered fangs that tear through the skin like butter. It was tougher than eating a boy, but she has no problem pulling out mouthful after mouthful of the troll's stomach. She grabs onto whatever hunk of flesh she can to steady herself and relishes in the troll's screeches of agony. She couldn't eat this, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the ride.
The troll lands with an enormous thump. Jennifer stands up on what's left of its chest, covered head-to-toe in blood, her cheerleading uniform totally ruined. That's when she notices you.)
Oh. Sorry. (She rubs her hand across her mouth, which now lacked the fangs and ripped skin.) I would have called dibs if I saw you.
OOC: I can totally introduce Jennifer pre-destroying a monster too! I just figured I'd provide the Theatrical Approach for a general OTA.
I've posted Jennifer's plotting post here. I can make personalized starters for those interested and if you're interested in some of the other things mentioned, like her working on the dive bar and the Growing Pains, feel free to throw me something for those instead! Alternatively, I'm open to having Jennifer come across your character doing something too!
ii.
After a life of hearing about or watching people getting eaten by things much bigger than them, seeing the tables turned in a way ...
Well. It reminds him of Eren in a fucked up way.
He has his omni-directional mobility gear's blades plugged in and drawn. )
You looked like you had it covered. Wouldn't wanna step in the middle of ... all that.
( He sounds more derisive than he really feels, but only because the sight of her covered in blood makes his skin crawl a bit; he's imagining what it'd be like to be covered in blood like that. At least Titan blood smoked and evaporated ...
But when there's a great monster — bestial, quadrupedal, claws bared and jaws wide as Jennifer's own — barreling towards Jennifer with a terrible howl, he launches the hooks on his gear into its chest.
Then he's rocketing forward to swing up and around towards its back, before he zooms down and in with his blades.
Cutting into its neck and spine delivers a far cleaner kill than the one he just witnessed. )
It's no Titan, but its killable. I couldn't ask for more.
( Can he pump any more sardonic tone into his words? Probably not. )
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(She smiles bloodily at him, and then gives him a brief glance over. He was on the short side, she thought, but she was vibing with the bondage gear. She's good at killing, but she hasn't really gotten in many fights, so with the incoming beast, she jerks around on the troll, surprised.
Only she doesn't have to meet the other end of that grisly creature. There's a sharp whipping noise and she almost doesn't understand what she sees. It reminds her of something she once saw at a circus, only with far more grace and lethality.
It's honestly kind of badass.
Though Jennifer preferred the bloodshed. What can she say? She was a Tarantino fan. Plus, it was good for her skin apparently. She bounces off of the troll and lands effortlessly on her feet, smirking. She didn't know what a Titan was exactly, but she didn't have to know. She understood killable and that was the important thing.)
Those are pretty cool-
(She's about to compliment him, but there's two more trollish creatures plowing their way, almost as bestial as the one Levi just took down. She stares over at them, and then at the guy, and for the first time in her life, she thinks she might be on an even playing field:)
You take the right, I take the left?
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( He nods at Jen.
Hange would be positively flipping their lid, if they were here. Cheering the both of them on.
Right before he takes off towards the right one, he feels a pang. It's anger and its grief, but he takes it out on the creature in front of him.
He sends his blades into its eyes and then promptly zooms down and around its back. Another spinal cord cut. )