angst meme

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ANGST MEME


Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters can and will fall.

- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.
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1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.
You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.
Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.
You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.
You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.
For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.
You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.
Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.
You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.
This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.
You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.
Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.
You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.
Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.
You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.
It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss
You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.
Combine some options or make your own!

Comments

Natasha Romanova || MCU || OTA

[redledgerdays]

2 (Set while she was 'dead' in Paris for logic's sake)

[intrigues_girl]

[Emily Prentiss sat at a cafe table on a side street in a less than fashionable neighborhood in Paris. She had a half eaten plate of bread and cheese in front of her and a half drunk bottle of wine. One of those was going considerably faster than the other.

Then there was the newspaper, a Russian language paper, that had a story from the US on the front page. Her expression as she puzzled through the Russian was more than her frustration at her less than totally fluency. Finally she set it down with a grunt and went back to her wine.]

[redledgerdays]

[Natasha likes the seedier sides of cities. they're comfortable in ways that high society never can be, particularly for one who's made a life of frequenting places most would avoid. she's spent more time in Paris' underbelly during her years than most will in a lifetime; like any of the places she has safe houses, it's as close to 'home' as she really knows. some days more so than S.H.I.E.L.D. even

she's visiting a contact at a local cafe when she spots the woman sitting alone, nursing a wine bottle and, strangely enough, reading a Russian paper. Natasha knows enough about people to know the woman doesn't quite read Cyrillic -- not enough to comprehend a news story, at any rate -- and that alone intrigues her enough to step over, giving the woman a smile]

It's not often I meet others from the motherland. [the Russian comes naturally, easily, the sign of a native speaker. one from near Stalingrad]

[intrigues_girl]

Emily's spoke Russian wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. Her natural ear for languages was good enough to tell roughly where the woman was from. Very roughly. And her own training helped her tell immediately that the slender, athletic woman in front of her was not a casual passerby. She doubted that her own training didn't show at least a little, no matter how dressed down she was.

She sighed roughly and answered in kind. Her accent wasn't the best, but she spoke fluently enough if she kept it simple. Advanced communication was tougher. "If I were, I wouldn't be trying to figure out if that word is 'penetrated' or 'inserted'."

[redledgerdays]

Ah, some more information. Natasha nodded good-naturedly, updating her initial assessment accordingly without missing a beat. Her smile didn't falter as she took a seat across from the other woman, motioning in silent request to take a look before passing it back.

"Inserted," she replied in French; a moment later, she repeated it in English, giving the woman a questioning look.

[intrigues_girl]

Emily re-read the sentence, shuddering slightly once she had the full meaning. She answered in wry English. "Thanks. Oddly, knowing the answer doesn't make it any better." Given that it was a description of a serial killer's crimes, that only made sense. Somehow reading it in Russian made it even worse.

She glanced back at the paper. "Spoke I do okay. Written is rougher." Which she knew was more a matter of practice than anything. Her Arabic was outstanding.

[redledgerdays]

"Answers rarely make anything better, I find." Natasha leaned back in her chair, considering the woman some more, reading the story upside down. Odd choice of reading material for someone who didn't have the best skills when it came to the language. "But you do; speak it well, I mean. Foreign-trained or just rusty?"

[intrigues_girl]

She'd picked the Russian version because it had a blurry picture of her team. She could make out Hotch and the back of Morgan's head. It wasn't much, but it helped. And, she could work on her crappy Russian. "Thanks. Learned from a couple Russian speakers in college." That wasn't quite true. She'd learned from a Russian housekeeper in Prague, then from a cute boy in London, THEN from some kids in college.

[redledgerdays]

Natasha nodded, filing it all away with varying amounts of skepticism. It was always best to be skeptical, even of strangers. Particularly of strangers.

"In Paris on holiday? Most people stick to the Avenue des Champs-Élysées."

[intrigues_girl]

Emily laughed brightly, looking at the street around them. Two tables over was a hooker taking a break. Across the street was a guy who clearly had drug sales on his mind. For all that, it was quiet and generally safe. "Can you imagine?" The average tourist would take one look and run screaming. "More of a sabbatical. Sometimes you just have to get away, you know?"

[redledgerdays]

"I do." She liked this woman. "I'm actually here for the same reason. It's not pretty, but these parts of the city are better for unwinding." She could hear the faint sounds of a mugging down the street in an alleyway. "Not as much activity. Lets you think."

[intrigues_girl]

The way her new found friend pointedly didn't react to the sounds in the alley were as telling as anything else she'd seen. Two pros pretending not to be. It made Emily smile faintly. What struck her most was how unconcerned she was by it. This woman wasn't one of Ian's. She wasn't wrong. "Just enough to keep you focused."

[redledgerdays]

Nat nodded, tapping the paper to do something with her hands. "I'm Natalie, by the way."

[intrigues_girl]

"E- Evelyn." The hesitation was slight, but much longer than she'd allowed in a while. She'd been hiding things for way too long, it started to wear on her. She glanced down at the paper. "I should go back to reading the French papers. They make everything sound so elegant."

[redledgerdays]

Fake name. Got it. "It's a beautiful language. Subtle, I think." Natasha glanced around as a group of men walked by, sizing them up, hand inching toward her hip by instinct. "Nuanced. The most beautiful things tend to be the most complex, wouldn't you agree, Evelyn?"

[intrigues_girl]

Emily was just as aware of the men as Natasha, but she had a different reaction. She watched the pro a few tables over. If that group was looking for trouble, they would never go after the two of them. There was that something about the two women that radiated self reliance. They just weren't a target. The woman alone, advertising herself, on the other hand, was. Only after the men had passed her by with nothing more than a few rude words did Em answer Natasha.

"Arabic is even more nuanced, I think. Lots of built in poetry."

[redledgerdays]

The woman was as calm and collected as Nat, keeping herself well under control when possible threats came through. CIA, maybe? She spoke Arabic, so maybe Interpol? Either way, she wasn't someone Natasha expected to find randomly on the streets. She almost relished it.

"More college kids teach you that, too?"

[intrigues_girl]

That earned a deep snort. Yale was varied, but she'd picked up her Arabic years before on her mother's ambassadorial placements. "I wish they'd been that interesting." She shook her head. "I've always had a knack. And I like being able to fit in."

That was an understatement of the highest order. She needed to fit in. That was what made her current situation so hard. She was all alone.

[redledgerdays]

Natasha could write books on fitting in. Not to mention having a knack for certain things, from languages to more ... intimate pursuits. A childhood in the Red Room had given her the upper hand in terms of those skills, whether she wanted it or not.

"College is never as interesting as people say," she noted, an amused quirk to her lips. "Fitting in -- I think we all want that, deep down."

[intrigues_girl]

College had been the first place Emily had fit in, even if only for a little while. It wasn't until the FBI that she'd truly felt comfortable. "It had it's moments." Of course, she couldn't say where she'd gone, not right now. "Mostly being away from home." And her mother.

[redledgerdays]

Never having had a home, Natasha couldn't really comment on the idea of leaving it. Not honestly, at least. "It's freedom. Home is wonderful, but autonomy will always be better." She waved around the street. "The back streets instead of the tourism sectors."

[intrigues_girl]

Home had always been tension and unfulfilled expectations for Emily. Until the BAU, home hadn't been anything to, well, write home about. Emily sighed softly and reached for her now empty wine glass. Seeing its state, she refilled it, then held the bottle over an empty water class, offering some to the other woman. "Too much autonomy and you can become aimless."

[redledgerdays]

"Is that necessarily a bad thing?" She accepted the wine gladly, nursing the glass between her hands before taking a sip. "Too many things try to use us, cage us. Aimlessness is just our having complete control of ourselves."

[intrigues_girl]

Not profiling new people was an impossibility. Emily wondered just what it was that had kept her new friend caged. Tough as she appeared, it could very well have been physical and not just psychological captivity. She shrugged. "Complete control with no purpose."

[redledgerdays]

Cages are curious, horrible things. Even when the bars are gone, they still manage to keep you inside. Natasha had tried flying from her cage a few times, but she always ended up coming back, at a loss of what to do with her newfound freedom. "We can make our own purpose."