Call Of Brine

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

[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

- 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.

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?

((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.

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.

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.

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

@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.