Kyonko | Genderbending of Haruhi Suzumiya | F/Mkyonko_narratesJuly 22 2011, 04:45:53 UTC
'Did you know too much aphrodisiac could actually kill you? It's not a surprise, considering it ups the heart rate, makes it hard to think, and primes your body for something that should be satisfied within, oh, a couple hours.
Now, imagine if that consistently got pumped into you for a long period of time with no way to relieve it? It's fun and cute when it's just enough to make you lose control, but when you're sitting on a bench feverish and too ill for any possible arousal you might get to actually do anything? It sucks. Royally. Makes it feel like I'm suffocating, or about to pass out only the adrenaline going through me is keeping me from doing so.'
[Seriously, the girl can barely move from her spot, barely think without feeling like she's going to be sick and if this keeps up, as detailed in the note regarding the cute little pink collar around her neck with the heart-shaped charm right above her jugular, she's going to wind up being killed from an overdose. That is, unless someone is willing to take pity on her and help her
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Naoto Shirogane ⊗ Persona 4 ⊗ F/M (Castmates okay though)pishiroganeJuly 22 2011, 04:58:35 UTC
[The small, blue haired girl is definitely in a predicament with this navy-colored collar fastened to her neck. She either fucks someone or dies horribly from a virus waiting to be injected once the time limits up. Naoto doesn't want to die, but she doesn't want to be here anymore.]
[... There's little choice if she wants to be free again.]
[gently, she brings up two of her tendril, their watery forms slipping through the collar and get a good grip before pulling, hoping their strength'll break it.]
Otowa Madoka ♪ GetBackers ♪ F/MtheheartofmusicJuly 22 2011, 05:15:03 UTC
[Madoka had woken on the wrong side of the bed, so to speak. The blind violinist was bothered by a periodic beeping sound from her bed table, and it had roused her from her sleep.]
[She had no idea what it meant, and considering that she couldn't see the flashing LED numbers on the countdown, was unaware that her life was at stake. However, something told her about the urgency of the situation, and she hurried about to find someone who could tell her what was going on.]
Hello? Is anyone there? [She'd poked her head out of the hotel room to try to deduce what was going on.]
[Roland was snarling as he stalked down the corridor, yanking at and generally struggling with the metal collar around his throat. He'd long since shredded the accompanying note, but that didn't make him any happier about the situation.]
What kind of sick pervert cooks up something like this?!
[Then he hears a familiar voice calling out, and sees Madoka leaning out of her room and looking in his general direction.He's about to ask about her situation when he remembers she can;t see him and his voice is at a considerably more abrasive pitch than the last time they met.]
[Angry as he is, Roland's already braced and the hug doesn't knock him over, and fortunately he's in simple clothes again. Madoka might have found that painful if he'd been left his armor with the collar.]
No, not really right now.
[Her collar is a different design, so maybe it's function is different. Well, that's the assumption he's going to use; getting carried away is one thing, being forced is quite another.]
Was there anything in your room when you woke up like this? A clock or something?
Riza Hawkeye || FullMetal Alchemist || F/M miss_sniperJuly 22 2011, 05:21:02 UTC
Death is all a part of being a soldier. Riza was willing to put her life on the line for Mustang's ideals, but she always thought that she would die in battle, not like this. She had read the note on her bedside when she woke up and almost resigned herself to death. She hated the games that the hotel played on people and she wasn't about to force anyone to do anything they didn't want.
Leaving her room, she headed down the hall with the note in hand. Her collar was different from others she saw. It wasn't cute in any shape or form. It was tough, brown leather with an explosive attached to it. When the timer went off, she was going to die.
Rounding a corner, she spotted someone in the hall. "I need your help!" She called out, hoping that she could get some help.
He recognized that voice. At least, it was a voice he enjoyed recognizing.
Turning around, Jigen wasn't surprised to see Riza at the other end of the hallway. He would be quite glad to see her, wasn't for the expression on her face. She didn't look all that well.
"Hey, hm, what happened to you?" He asked as he approached her. Something wasn't right.
"This," she said, meeting him half way and holding out the note. The collar around her neck wasn't standard issue. It was ready to kill her if she didn't do what the hotel wanted. She didn't want to die like this. She was ready to die, but she wanted to get back home before she did that.
"The hotel is up to it's usual games, but it's gotten deadly this time."
I missed you <3m19_loverJuly 30 2011, 04:29:43 UTC
He reads the note and, OK, as much as that place liked to play stupid tricks on him, it was never to the point of death. He was actually extremely worried now.
"So... I guess we don't have many options then..." OK, did he just say 'we'? Yes, he did. OK, not going to try and hide that because it was too late and that wasn't the real problem at the moment.
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Now, imagine if that consistently got pumped into you for a long period of time with no way to relieve it? It's fun and cute when it's just enough to make you lose control, but when you're sitting on a bench feverish and too ill for any possible arousal you might get to actually do anything? It sucks. Royally. Makes it feel like I'm suffocating, or about to pass out only the adrenaline going through me is keeping me from doing so.'
[Seriously, the girl can barely move from her spot, barely think without feeling like she's going to be sick and if this keeps up, as detailed in the note regarding the cute little pink collar around her neck with the heart-shaped charm right above her jugular, she's going to wind up being killed from an overdose. That is, unless someone is willing to take pity on her and help her ( ... )
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[... There's little choice if she wants to be free again.]
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Get this thing off of me! I'm too young to leave this world! Someone help me!
[Tears were starting to come to her eyes. She didn't want to die, not like this...]
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[Marie heard the screams of panic and fear and realized someone dear was in trouble. Racing to her side, she found her in that panicked state.]
Kuja... what's wrong... what... what's with the collar?!
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Oh, Marie, it's horrible! Someone put this collar on me and if I don't find someone to help me getting it off, I'll die!
[Curls into a ball and puts her face into knees.]
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[gently, she brings up two of her tendril, their watery forms slipping through the collar and get a good grip before pulling, hoping their strength'll break it.]
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[She had no idea what it meant, and considering that she couldn't see the flashing LED numbers on the countdown, was unaware that her life was at stake. However, something told her about the urgency of the situation, and she hurried about to find someone who could tell her what was going on.]
Hello? Is anyone there? [She'd poked her head out of the hotel room to try to deduce what was going on.]
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What kind of sick pervert cooks up something like this?!
[Then he hears a familiar voice calling out, and sees Madoka leaning out of her room and looking in his general direction.He's about to ask about her situation when he remembers she can;t see him and his voice is at a considerably more abrasive pitch than the last time they met.]
I'm here, Madoka. It's Roland.
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Mr. Roland, is everything alright?
[Her brow was furrowed in worry, and she reached up to touch his face, to see his expression.]
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No, not really right now.
[Her collar is a different design, so maybe it's function is different. Well, that's the assumption he's going to use; getting carried away is one thing, being forced is quite another.]
Was there anything in your room when you woke up like this? A clock or something?
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Leaving her room, she headed down the hall with the note in hand. Her collar was different from others she saw. It wasn't cute in any shape or form. It was tough, brown leather with an explosive attached to it. When the timer went off, she was going to die.
Rounding a corner, she spotted someone in the hall. "I need your help!" She called out, hoping that she could get some help.
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Turning around, Jigen wasn't surprised to see Riza at the other end of the hallway. He would be quite glad to see her, wasn't for the expression on her face. She didn't look all that well.
"Hey, hm, what happened to you?" He asked as he approached her. Something wasn't right.
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"The hotel is up to it's usual games, but it's gotten deadly this time."
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"So... I guess we don't have many options then..." OK, did he just say 'we'? Yes, he did. OK, not going to try and hide that because it was too late and that wasn't the real problem at the moment.
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