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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!
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He doesn't show much of a reaction when Jennifer reaches for one of his blue head fins, but he does look up when she brings up the danger they were in. He might not know what she means by 'Black Lagoon' or what a dog is, but he completely understands not wanting to get eaten.
He stands up.]
I don't want to be eaten.
[And just in time for him to decide that, too, as the doors open up, and a pair of creatures that look like some sort of sharp toothed goblins rush in, going straight for the pair of flesh eating teens.]
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That's how we'll survive this then.
(If he could grasp that basic survival concept he'd be fine. If he got hung up on the morals then he'd be worse off than the monsters they just obliterated. She glances over at the oncoming monsters and then down at the kid.)
Just do what feels natural. That's how I deal with it.
(And with that logic, she bounds up into the air in an inhuman jump before landing down onto one of the monsters. There's a painful shriek as she tears into it. She could have killed it quickly, but Jennifer wasn't interested in efficient killing as much as she was satisfying killing.)
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Got it.
[He doesn't 'got it'. He realizes right after saying it that he has no idea what feels natural. To him, natural was always 'swim away and hide in a cave', and he has no way to do that here. There's a whole new set of 'natural' feelings he's been having since he got here, though, and they seem very different from what he's used to. It was easy to slip into that mode when the smell of blood sent him into a feeding frenzy, but now that he's just fed, he's not sure if he can slip right back into that state of mind.
His moment of hesitation gives the remaining goblin a moment of advantage, as it runs up to Luca and pounces on him sending him tumbling to the ground. For a moment, Luca struggles in the goblin's grasp. He feels the rain steadily pelting his face and arms, keeping him in his sea monster form, and he panics as he looks at the goblin's grinning face above him and wonders what he's going to do.
Luca's heart is pounding, he's trembling, and the goblin then decides to grab a fistful of Luca's headfins, lifting his head and slamming it into the ground. That's when Luca's instincts finally kick in.
He doesn't know what's happening, but all over his body a thin coating of slime is secreted. Luca has no idea what it is. It's never happened before, and Luca's first impulse is to take another shot at wiggling free.
He shoves the goblin off easily, and that's when he starts to notice that the goblin is starting to look a bit disoriented, like he's having trouble getting up. Unable to coordinate his limbs to climb back to his feet, the goblin whips around and bites Luca on the leg. Luca cries out and jumps back, but the creature doesn't seem to like the results much better. Seeming to suddenly realize its mistake, the goblin immediately releases Luca's leg and starts spitting out Luca's green blood. Luca takes advantage of the moment, kicking the goblin back away from him before hurrying back, standing there to watch the effects of his toxic secretions.]
Um...I think I'm poisonous now.
[And now he notices the smell of more fresh blood is filling his nostrils, and he realizes it's from Jennifer's kill. He knows what she told him to do, that he should just follow his instincts, but he fights it, wanting to know if he can fight it. It probably doesn't matter for this goblin, but he might need to fight this urge later, and he wants to know that he has control.]