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@c4llofbrine
C4LLOFBRINE – a selective & low activity RP blog of Sadako Yamamura
written by Rose, 29. affiliated with @luckybl4de
this blog is 18+!! horror, violence, & nsfw will be present! crossover, oc, & canon friendly! This is a low activity sideblog; follows will come from @voyeuriistic
[About // Rules // Verses // Prompts]
@luckybl4de , continued
She hates it here. She's beginning to understand the rules after several trials, but she hates it more with each one. This isn't how her revenge was meant to be enacted, four at a time, cold, clinical, organized by a higher power. Her rage is an ocean; here, it's held back by a dam, steered towards a certain direction. She feels restrained, controlled, worse than in life.
She misses home. She doesn't know what she misses about it. She misses not being here. She misses solid walls she could claw at like an animal desperately trying to escape, instead of an infinite landscape of fog. There's nothing for her to claw at here but her own mind, no obvious route to get out.
She's in a panic. She's been in a panic, broken only briefly by the sight of something familiar. Yoichi. She killed him. She didn't hesitate, overwhelmed and frantic. The only thing tying her to the world she came from. She stole his watch, clawed it off his wrist. A reminder.
She wondered for awhile if she made a mistake. If he was her only way out of here and, in her panic, she had trapped herself. But, the rules of the trials became clearer over time. It isn't permanent. They come back. Yoichi is somewhere. So, she finds him, despite intuitively knowing that she isn't meant to stray so far.
She sits across from him and he tells her as much. ‘You're not supposed to be here.’ It echoes in her head. She's not supposed to be here. Neither of them are. Where are they? Why are they here? Why do some of them get a campsite while others are left to wander unfriendly realms? Does he have answers? She tilts her head just slightly.
“Why?” It's a simple word, but they've always held a psychic connection. Yoichi knows the meaning behind it. Not why isn't she allowed at the campfire, that much is obvious, but a question prefaced by an agreement. She understands that she isn't supposed to be here, at this campfire or in this realm. But, then, if they aren't supposed to be here, why are they here?
“We met once.” She offers him painful flashbacks, fills his mind with memories of his short time at the bottom of a well, of Mai attempting to pull him to safety with Sadako just below them.
She fills his mind with emotion, with how badly she wanted to keep him there, how lonely she was, how angry she was, how she wanted all of humanity to die the way she did.
Maybe she still feels that way. Her emotions are difficult to navigate. But, she remembers what it felt like when she let him go.
“I couldn't keep you."
[it's like the author keeps wanting to do something really narratively interesting with the fact that she's intersex, and then just keeps fumbling it
like there's for sure something to be explored in the way that her intersexism parallels all the other grey areas surrounding her motivations and actions and role in the story, Sadako exists fully outside of binaries, but then the author just like... does weird fetishizing shit with it instead]
"It's cold to you too, isn't it? This purgatory that we've been trapped in?"
- Rin Yamaoka ( @condxmnxd )
Why is this woman speaking to her? She doesn't trust anyone here. However, the woman appears to be less of a threat than many of the others she's met. She'll give her a chance.
Sadako nods, hesitantly.
[continued from here]
@maskedfrenzy
She'd hoped this building would be empty. She doesn't have a home of her own here in the fog, cursed to wander the realm between hunts. She isn't quite used to it here yet. But, this is worst case scenario.
Maybe someone else would find a fellow teenage girl like Susie nonthreatening, preferable compared to the horrible monsters like the Dredge that could've found her here. But, girls her age had never much liked her. The way she'd been treated in school plagued her nightmares more than the ghosts and monsters she’d seen ever did.
The walls are starting to shake, lights flickering. Sadako closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, tries to center herself. She intuitively knows that something bad will happen to her if she kills outside of a trial, even if it isn't on purpose. She has to keep control over herself.
“Why are you here?” It's unclear whether she means in this particular rental room of the Mount Ormond Resort, or in the Entity’s realm altogether. She'll take an answer for either one.
The display of power does make Susie hesitant, stepping back and putting a hand to hold her arm she feels all semblance of her voice vanish. This was the worst case scenario. Much of this felt like she was now back at that slumber party with the mean girls. Taking several moments herself to work up the courage to point, she gestures to the bed that the room has and atop it a teddy bear.
This was Susie's room.
Though they all looked decently similar with very similar markings a closer inspection of the walls showed more paint and color to be on these than one expects in the trial. A small grace the Entity allows between trials. This was their home after all.
" You're. . . in my room. " Came her meek voice, still muffled from the mask she refuses to take off. Yet there was no weapon in her hand where one might expect one. She had finished a trial and wanted to come back and relax only to find someone new here who didn't belong. " This place is kind of, all our home? " She tried to sound a bit more confident, but it was clear she was failing horridly.
" I mean, we live here. All of us, the Legion. " Susie tried to clarify, only feeling like she was failing even worse than before. This was why she always retreated back here and didn't bother to seek out other killers out to communicate with.
Oh. Her emotions are still far from under control, but the anger dissipates, and so do the physical effects of it on the room. This woman doesn't seem to mean her any harm. Sadako is the one where she doesn't belong.
“I don't know… where I'm meant to go.”
She knows this isn't the stranger's problem, but she's hoping to clarify that she isn't taking over this room intentionally.
“I'm… new here. I think. I…” She struggles to find the words to explain. She'd always been quiet. Thirty years at the bottom of a well did little to help. She barely recognizes her own speaking voice, so used to hearing nothing but herself screaming for help. The time in the well and the time here blur together. Her memory is spotty at best.
“I'm sorry…”
WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL LOOK LIKE
a shadowed figure within a void
You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really? Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself.
You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. Can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find?
What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. You are the villain of your own story. There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.
❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them.
((He probably wasn't completely silent, he probably saw her while he was exploring and explicitly laid out that he was just going to sit next to her because she looked upset))
The survivor sits beside her. She doesn't bother to look at him. Why is he here? Her last trial was long enough. She wants a break from the survivors. But…
He doesn't seem to have come in with a flashlight or nefarious intentions. He's just sitting. Okay. She scoots closer, nearly touching his side. He doesn't have much of a scent- not one stronger than the blood dried to her fingertips and the algae water in her hair. He's warm, though, and she's not. She can feel it radiating off of him. She idly wonders how it would feel to get even closer.
“You're Dwight,” she announces, like he doesn't already know. But, she wants him to know that she's familiar with him, that she's seen him in trials, always brave and self sacrificing. Not like the others.
She's self conscious, suddenly, of the state she's in. She pushes some of her hair behind her ear, though it's still fully covering her face. A lost cause.
“Tell me more.”
❛ take a breath , spit out the blood in your mouth , and get back up on your feet . you still got a couple motherfuckers to prove wrong . ❜
She'd barely gotten used to regular trials; these two vs eights were brutal. She was carrying her weight; five survivors dead, three of them by her hand. She wasn't letting her companion down. Unfortunately, she was also cracking under the pressure.
Each chase leaves her a little more overwhelmed. She barely remembers kill #3, an outburst of emotion more than a carefully calculated hunt. The ‘soon to be kill #4’ was Kate.
Of course Kate had to be here; beautiful voice, beautiful hair, beautiful face. Sadako’s never actually spoken to her, but she knows the type of woman she is. She could make friends easily, pull any man she wanted. If she hadn't ended up here, she'd likely be married with a handful of children by now.
Jealousy burns within her. Why does Kate deserve to be Kate, while Sadako is stuck being Sadako? The onryō wants to make her suffer for it. She almost lands the hit- only to be slammed in the face with a wood pallet.
She screams, but it does nothing to keep the survivor from taking the opportunity to put distance between them. With any hope of catching Kate disappearing, she takes the opportunity to collapse, hugs her knees to herself, fingers tangle in her hair. Why can't anything ever just be easy!? Why can't this just be over with already!?
She senses another behind her before he ever speaks. She attempts to throw him across the map with her telekinesis, but he doesn't seem to budge. Not a survivor. Her teammate, come to kick her while she's down for acting like a stupid, jealous, child instead of the killer she's expected to be.
Then he speaks.
Not what she's expecting.
She tilts her head, looks up at him. “Why do you care what I do?”
Ring 0 (2000) dir. Norio Tsuruta
[Sadako, before her death, had something of a siren's call about her. In the books, she was repeatedly described as being breathtakingly beautiful, with the implication that her supernatural powers influenced people to view her this way. People developed crushes on her easily, despite also finding her strange and offputting. People often viewed her only as a sex object and not a person; men wanted to look at her, not hear her speak.
This heavily influenced the way she presented herself. Growing up, she developed a habit for hiding behind her long hair and wearing loose, modest, clothing in an attempt at keeping men from staring at her.
This was written weirdly in the books, just like everything else, because it was through the lens of a straight male author in the 90's, but I think there's definitely something to be explored in how this element of her curse holds up a mirror to the real world struggles you also see her go through in regards to being a neurodivergent, intersex, Japanese woman.
She's often viewed by society, and especially men, as either a sex object, a child, or a freak and never as a human being, leading to violence and harassment. Her supernatural qualities only amplify this.
Sadako had a tragic life, but in death she takes back agency as a vengeful onryō and I'm really excited to explore both elements of her.]
[The books have a lot of concepts and themes that I really like and want to play with here, but unfortunately they're written by a cishet man in the 90s who wastes more words describing the breasts of barely legal girls instead of focusing on the interesting parts
I really do like the base concept of Sadako being infertile but wanting to be a mother, and this leading her to be fixated on reproduction in a less tangible way. She ends up essentially wanting to make copies of herself that will live on after her death, which ultimately takes the form of her vhs tape curse
There's a lot to be explored in regards to her actions and motivations coming as a result of the societal pressures she's under, while the original writer seems to just kind of boil it all down to "womanhood is defined by your ability to give birth" with no critical thinking put into that]
[Apparently I have missed nothing by not reading the second ring book yet]
[Just a little dump of lore from the books]
[Added age/pronouns/etc to the about post!]
[continued from here]
@maskedfrenzy
She'd hoped this building would be empty. She doesn't have a home of her own here in the fog, cursed to wander the realm between hunts. She isn't quite used to it here yet. But, this is worst case scenario.
Maybe someone else would find a fellow teenage girl like Susie nonthreatening, preferable compared to the horrible monsters like the Dredge that could've found her here. But, girls her age had never much liked her. The way she'd been treated in school plagued her nightmares more than the ghosts and monsters she’d seen ever did.
The walls are starting to shake, lights flickering. Sadako closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, tries to center herself. She intuitively knows that something bad will happen to her if she kills outside of a trial, even if it isn't on purpose. She has to keep control over herself.
“Why are you here?” It's unclear whether she means in this particular rental room of the Mount Ormond Resort, or in the Entity’s realm altogether. She'll take an answer for either one.
[I think the movies choice to change the protagonists to "single mom, with the help of her ex husband, both of whom are flawed but likeable" from the book's original "deadbeat alcoholic misogynist dad, with the help of his weird buddy who keeps talking about how many women he's sexually assaulted" was a great decision]
