All the Trauma

[generalflirt]

Who: Everyone is currently Mallynapped
What: Interacting between being experimented on (in the cells)
When: Well I'll be doing it during Masaomi's kidnapping time (The fifth) onwards, but basically any point in the last week or so and over the weekend
Where: In the detention center for kidnapped peoples.
Summary: Interacting in the same cell, in neighboring cells, etc. Feel free to be creative.
Rating: Probably high due to horrors

Dingy Cells. Experiments. Comrades in pain. Possibly shackles, possibly shenanigans, a lot of negative things. Feel free to interact for it!

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[generalflirt]

[As for Masaomi's time in his cell... well. He's trying to make some noise just to remind himself he's not dead. It's relatively dark, and while he doesn't recall the experiments he's done out of it - or indeed gotten a good look at any guards - he is in here, tapping repeatedly on the walls with his knuckles. One two three, one two three.

No one has been in his cell with him most of the time. But that's free to change and there might be people near or around him]

[sea-king-bait.livejournal.com]

[Keimi winces from the sound of the tapping, it stirring her from her sleep. She looked around. This cage. Still. It's been nearly a week since she was first taken here. The shock and depression slowly fading, she decides to investigate the noise in the next cell.]

H-hello...?

[generalflirt]

[Still tapping. He thought he heard a voice so he stops for a few seconds but... nope, tapping again]

[endgames]

[At some point, Masaomi may hear a door open, followed by some metallic footsteps - a pair of droids escorting someone to a cell.]

Do you ever get pissed that the Malnosso didn't give you guys better faces? [The droids are silent, of course.] Don't know how often you get to see a mirror, but you look like morons. Kinda like if someone made a mold of your face but got lazy, and decided to stretch a balloon over your head instead of finishing it.

[The footsteps will get louder, drawing closer to the cell Masaomi is in.]

[generalflirt]

[That's... Shikamaru-kun? he perks up, interested in spite of himself and scooting up closer towards the bars of his cell, wanting to hear more]

[dragons-peak.livejournal.com]

[ Mikado has completely lost track of how long he's been in these bleak cells. His consciousness has gone in and out; he remembers some experimenting here and there, but by now it's become all one big blur. Either way, he's completely drained.

He's not quite sure if he's conscious or not when he first hears the tapping, but he awakens more when he realizes those are actual noises. After a moment of hesitation, and unsure if his vocal chords are actually working, he'll give three taps back. Who's there? ]

[generalflirt]

[...Taps? He pauses in his taps and then gives three back, wondering if it's some code]

[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

[Gelda's been kidnapped for quite some time now, she knows that much. Two weeks? Three? She's lost count of the exact days. Being heavily drugged and losing consciousness every so often can do that to a person. Yet, whenever she's sensible enough to form coherent thoughts, all that's on her mind is whether she's worrying the ones who are close to her. Her friends, her former students, her current students... Regal...

Surely, the Malnosso must be done with her soon. Surely.

Carefully, she pushes herself to her feet and wanders towards the door. It's taking her quite a bit of effort and she needs to hold onto the wall for support with both hands. A groan escapes her when a massive surge of pain spreads through her head for a few seconds, but she treks on. Perhaps she can peer through the window in the door and into the cell across the hall.]

[endgames]

[Across the cell this time is someone who's been here about as long as she has, though it's not often he's seen her upright or out of the hands of the droids. Often as he's looking out his own window, it doesn't take long to notice the face across the hall.

He raises his voice enough so that he can hopefully be heard.] You all right?

[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

[Well. Gelda's in luck; there's actually someone out there. She's sure she's seen him around the village before, but he's not a student. At his question, she gives a vague nod. Doing so any more firmly would just give her another headache.]

I'm... fine. And you?

[endgames]

[[ooc: Shikamaru's here from July 22 onwards.]]

[He's going to be here longer than he was the last time, Shikamaru can tell. That give him more time to make a better observation of the place, sure, but it gets annoying when he has to have his hands shackled behind his back, palms facing outwards and braced apart from each other by a bar. Troublesome as it is, especially when they give him food he'd consider eating, it's not the worst thing they could do.

Confident in that, he doesn't let his time in here go to waste. The longer he's here, the more times he switches cells, he's noticed. He's noticing a lot of things. But he's just one guy in here. Everyone's experiences in this place are different - for everything he sees, there's another he has to be missing; something his fellow kidnapped neighbors might catch where he doesn't.

So during his time in captivity, Shikamaru will be doing one of the following. A) Memorizing every detail he can about this place, B) Antagonizing the droids, whether they're responsive or not, or C) Trying to stir up some conversation with anyone conscious and willing and able to hear him. Either to keep them going... or to help him with the above two things, whether they realize it or not.]

Man, it's boring in here, ain't it?

July 24th

[simplestgift]

[From somewhere across the hall, a sleepy voice slurs the words of a song.]

Away, hey, haul away, we'll ho-- [the voice cracks and starts the word over] --hooold for bet-ter weather...

[endgames]

[Shikamaru scoots himself up against the cell door, angling his head to get a better view of the guy.]

Heh. Think you might be out of tune there.

mallynap starts august 10th. semi-hiatus ergo will be tagging slowly!

[herotypical]

[ after the first couple of days, it isn't the pain that gets to buffy summers. it's the sound. the sickening sound of her own fist hitting concrete. her knuckles have been bloodied and healed over and bloodied again for more times than she cared to count and she'd only been gone since the tenth. after the twelve, the power cap is increased. the bludgeoned damage stops healing so quickly. it forces her to pace her protests more carefully.

she is not a model prisoner. some people back in the village might believe that the slayer has gone soft but she was still a hard sort of young woman. all reaction and guts and anger and she has people to get back to.

if anyone tries to strike up a conversation with her, she will at first be reticent. if anyone is temporarily tossed into her cell with her, she will be cool. this is warrior mode. gone is the superficially cheerful social butterfly.

the slayer wants war; she wants to hold someone accountable. ]

WELL, WELL, WELL

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[The sound of someone pounding incessantly has finally gotten a certain prisoner roused out of bed. In a terribly bad mood, too.

She kicks the wall hard, shouting.]

Will you stop that?! Some of us are trying to sleep!

...August 16, that is. I swear I know what month it is.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[Guess what, Buffy? You're getting a cellmate today. And she might notice, as he's pushed into the room, that she isn't the only one who's shrugged off their general demeanor everyone knows them for. The snark, the quick eccentricities, that trademark leap to an egotistical turn-of-phrase--it's been replaced with a cold determination. He shouldn't be here. No one should. Damn it, it was his job to keep things like this from happening.

He'd already been kidnapped one too many times in his life. The added sedatives just added insult to injury, to the point where he couldn't retain much in his short-term memory of what he'd actually been through so far. And when he wanted to be using what he was learning against them, this...was not ideal.

Off the bat, he isn't sure whether he should be glad or upset to see her. On the one hand, he's relived to see she's still in one piece. On the other...they shouldn't even have to meet in circumstances like this. God, he's just tired. Dead tired. But he isn't about to give into this. He has to remember everything he can. Memorize every detail. Turn it against them. That was the plan.

As it is, he'll just lean back against the wall and regard her with a look that's not quite sympathy, but more of understanding. He figures she didn't need sympathy, anyway. Not now. The idea of something clever, a 'fancy seeing you here', tries to worm its way to his tongue, but instead, he's silent. Remarkable, isn't it.]

Probably a few days in. And slow is good. 8|b

[endgames]

[It's interesting to see the change in her - or rather hear it. He wasn't close enough to her cell to actually see her for a while there. Not until the droids took him out for a visit with the scientists and brought him back to one more near hers.

He leaves her be for a while, observing and focusing his attention on other people until he thinks she's about ready to take a break from her efforts to bludgeon her hands.]

You gonna keep giving them what they want?

4 July - 7 August >.>

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Nami knows the Malnosso are doing something to her. She has no clue what, but her periods of absence are marked on her return with a lot of delirious fever dreams, and when she finally wakes up she just feels so tired.

But apart from that, nothing. Just in a normal cell. No other restraints, but after her very first visit here, she doesn't try anything like picking the locks. (Of course, after her very first visit here, certain jailers wised up and stripped anything from her that could remotely be used as a lockpick, so there you go.)

Honestly, she just doesn't care anymore. She'll go back eventually. It's a pity she's on her own, but maybe she'll just pretend it's a vacation.

In any event, intermittently Nami is humming. Reasonably cheerfully, at that. Bink's Sake. She might be glad her nakama went home, but it doesn't stop her from missing them.

All of them.

Well, maybe she'll be lucky and share a cell at some point.]

[sea-king-bait.livejournal.com]

[Keimi blinks as she hears the sound of a very familiar song. At first, she thinks she's imagining it, but it instantly brings her back to the day she met the Straw Hats. The whole crew together, along with her and Pappug, listening happily to Brook play that song. To her, it was nearly three years since that day, but she still remembers it as one of the best days of her life. Looking back on those memories where the closest think to soothing she could find while sitting in this dank cell, to the point where it brings a tear to her eye. Well, whether she's imagining this or not, she's going to hum along.]

[endgames]

[He's listened to that song a few times now over the past several days - heard the words when she actually started singing with the mermaid.]

Don't you know any songs about ninjas?

6 of July - Evening 1/3

[deathsdoctor]

[Early in your captivity, you're going to be treated to the sounds of a beating. A vicious beating. There is the wet sounds of flesh giving way, the hard crack of a baton, and the soft plip of blood as it hits the floor.

But very little sounds from the prisoner himself.]

Motherfucker. You motherfucker. Smug about it, huh? I'll give you something to be smug about! --- STOP GRINNING!

Stop beating it. The subject already came in heavily injured. You want to deal with the bosses if you kill it? They're already looking to roll some heads.

Oh no, man. Heads are already rolling and it's this motherfucker's fault. Might as well get some compensation for - FUCK, you said he was drugged! Little SHIT! [SLAM!]STOPPIT ALREADY.

It. It. And it is. As heavily as we can in its state. AND STOP BEATING IT. I'm not getting into trouble because of you.

These damn Grand Line rats are near impossible to kill. You read the files. He can take a little more ribbing. Can't you, you fucker? Lookit you, grinning like this is a joke. Well, let's have some more fun. You're practically begging for it.

[CRUNCH}

Fuck you, ENOUGH. L-let's just get it in its cell. Fuck, I don't like that look.

August 15 - 20; also, hiatus mallynap, so heads up, I will be gone during these days!

[banditsblindly.livejournal.com]

[And she thought being kidnapped by Combustion Man and put in a wood cage was bad.

This was much, much worse. Because she's surrounded by iron bars and concrete, things she should be able to bend. To use to her advantage. But her bending has been all but snuffed out. She can only vaguely see her surroundings, and she doesn't feel the Malnosso until they're practically on her, jabbing her with things she can't see...

She scratches at the concrete below her, hot cheek against the cold stone that so often comes to her aid. It won't even flake.

This sucked. This really, really sucked.]

...so I've been meaning for these two to meet . If this is all right.

[endgames]

[In a cell diagonally across from hers is one (1) ninja, peering from the shadows of his cell and trying to get a good look at the girl lying there.]

It's Toph, right?

[He met her once, though from what Katara's told him she wouldn't remember that.]

From August 3rd onward

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell spends most of her time sleeping, what little time she has. They take her for days sometimes and when she comes back, she always feels weaker, less like herself. When not asleep, she paces, kicks at the walls, does anything to try and call her scythe back, but it does nothing and in the end she rants and yells about how this awful place has no idea on how to treat a lady. She yells until she has no energy left and sleeps again - and then they always come.

For now, she's up, throwing pebbles at the walls and out the bars of the cell.]

August 14-ish?

[winged_moon]

[One of those pebbles goes across the aisle, bouncing through the bars of another cell and off a broad white-feathered wing sheltering its occupant. Yue is lying where he was left the last time they returned him, too drug-fogged to even muster up the pride to move even if he did curve a wing forward to almost completely hide him from view. At the small impact of the pebble said wing shifts slightly, lifting and partially folding before sliding back into the position it had been before.]