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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!

 

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18 - I doubt I can find an option for what I'm about to do to your Eliot.

[golden_boytoy]

The night was a slow one although it was not growing any earlier. Since Holland didn't have anyone set up for him tonight, Lindsey went out to prowl for himself. These were the times he could make a quick buck and when given free reign, he was generally a good judge in being able to avoid the nastier ones.

He knew just the place to hook them too, full of the rich perverted class that wouldn't care so much about his age as his boyish good looks and blue eyed smile.

Or maybe he could actually have some fun tonight by hooking a rich youngster like him —the age part, not the financial status— and go a few rounds.

Standing partially in the shadows, he waited until a prospective shaggy haired teen came by before he sidled up to keep pace beside him. "Hey, sugar, ever got your cock sucked before?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot nearly jumped out of his skin as the other boy appeared at his elbow. He spun around and nearly socked the kid in the jaw before he realized the kid was just that. A kid, not some mugger. "What the fuck?" he demanded. "That's not funny."

As he calmed down, he got a good look at the other kid. He frowned. The kid was too old to be a half brother. He'd remember having a little brother. Unless Mama had been pregnant before him and left that kid behind, too. "Why do you look like me? Who are you?"

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey jerked back, slightly startled when the other moved so quickly around. Reflex had him half drawn up as if to brace for a blow before the other calmed down to communicate. He cursed himself for a fool immediately afterwards, this was his mark, not some client assigned by Holland. He would've known his target better than that!

But the other's remark had Lindsey blinking and looking at the other boy for the first time and... the kid was right, Lindsey could see the resemblance. "I'm anyone you want me to be," he drawled back smoothly, mind flipping through possibilities and wondering what this was.

His wide smile was bright and innocent, an image off set when he licked his lips lasciviously. "I'm not being funny."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot glared at the kid, unable to understand why he wouldn't just drop it. He would have understood if he'd been in the slums but this was near the mall. The same mall where Mom took Parker to get her dress for the school dance last month. "Well, whoever you are, whatever you're offerin', I'm not interested."

[golden_boytoy]

Normally, Lindsey would let go at that and search out a different mark to target. The other kid was gruff and gave off an uneasy vibe, but there was something about his face that intrigued Lindsey. Really, how often did one come upon a doppelganger of oneself. He licked his lips again, thinking it would be like doing it with a live, fleshed, mirror.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun." He grinned again, looking once more innocent and boyish with his large blue eyes. Raising a hand, he brushed his hair back, his silver bracelet winking in the evening light.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot looked at the kid like he was crazy. How many times did he have to tell him he wasn't interested?! Even if he were gay, he wouldn't be interested. Not when the kid looked almost exactly fucking like him and tried to pick him up like a rent boy.

"How many times do I have to say I'm no--" He trailed off as the flash of silver caught his eye. Except it wasn't the bracelet that caught his attention so much as the bit of color dangling from it. Eliot reached for the picture and froze when he saw the face smiling in it. "Where'd you get this?" he demanded, nearly yanking it off the kid's wrist.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey was surprised when the other kid suddenly grabbed his bracelet and yanked hard enough that it cut painfully against his wrist. He immediately froze when he realized what the boy was looking at. The tiny locket with his mother's picture must have opened without him knowing.

Still, he wasn't sure he liked the other's reaction to it at all. "Fine, you're not interested. Let go. It's none of your business."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot stared at the kid without moving for a moment. His mind spun, grasping at straws. "Why're ya wearin' a picture of my mama?" he demanded, definitely not letting go. "Where'd you get this?"

[golden_boytoy]

"What?" Lindsey stopped in mid pull and stared at the other kid. That would explain the resemblance although he couldn't tell if the other was older or younger than him. Actually, he would say the same age.

Still, shock hit him at the same time as the meaning sank in. "Fuck me..." He has a brother? ... a twin?

[retrieverchef]

Eliot growled. What was with this kid and the fucking?! "Go fuck yourself," he snarled. "But tell me where you got the picture, first!"

[golden_boytoy]

"That's what I was trying to do," Lindsey answered in a sarcastic deadpan. At the look he got from the other, he rolled his eyes. "Haven't you ever heard of the expression?"

He tried to pull his hand out of the other man's grasp. Damn, but the kid —his brother? it still boggled the mind— had a vice grip on his bracelet. "Let go first, you twit."

[retrieverchef]

"No," Eliot retorted bluntly. The only times he'd heard the phrase, it had been meant literally and not directed at him.

He couldn't believe his ears. "Let go? So you can run off? No, you tell me first."

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey rolled his eyes again. "Not too bright, are you? We look alike and I got your mama's picture in a locket. Bet you never knew daddy dearest too, did you?"

He pulled lightly on his arm and raised an eyebrow at the other kid who wore his face, or Lindsey wore his. He suppose it didn't really matter. He was still getting over his shock.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot let go of the other kid and continued to stare for a moment. Then he shook his head. He gestured to the locket again. "She give you that?" he asked. Not like he expected much from the answer but he had to ask. Had she left him for his brother? Was it just that he'd been too much trouble?

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey jerked his hand back like the other boy burned it and scowled back at his possible brother. "Never seen her before in my life," he spat, suddenly acting defensive and wild. He quickly closed the locket with her picture in it and held it close to his chest.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sighed resignedly. He hung his head, his shoulders drooping. "So she left you, too," he murmured. He might have a new family but that didn't mean he didn't still miss his mother, that he didn't want to know why she'd left him so suddenly without even goodbye. "Even before she left me, I guess."

[golden_boytoy]

The shock was slowly starting to wear off, and even before learning his brother's name, Lindsey was already learning to be angry at him. Before he had always harbored the hope that his mother would one day come rescue him from this hell hole, but here he found out that she had taken care of his twin while condemning him to the hell he lived through.

The other boy, with his nice clothes and clean skin, was everything Lindsey should have had. It didn't matter that their mother had left his brother too, at least his brother had a mother to be with.

Irrational with hurt and hate, Lindsey suddenly shoved at Eliot with both hands then turned to run the other way.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot didn't react as his brother... his... twin... shoved him. He let the shove push him against the wall, sliding down to the ground. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and sobbing brokenly. If she left his brother, too, why couldn't Mama have left them together? At least then he wouldn't've had to be so alone. He could've had a brother even before Mom and Dad adopted him. Maybe he wouldn't have had to kill anyone.

[golden_boytoy]

It wouldn't be for another few months before they met again, time enough for Eliot and Lindsey to write off the meeting never happened... except for the silver bracelet that no longer adorned Lindsey's wrist.

It was outside the doors of a certain prestigious hotel that Lindsey appeared next to an elder man who kept looking, leering, at the young boy. They checked into the hotel as father and son.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot had been looking for his brother the whole time. He would have dropped out of football if Mom and Dad would have let him. He'd even had Parker draw up a few missing persons posters for him. It might've done more good if he'd known his twin's name. And then he found him. His brother was checking into a hotel.

He smiled and followed them, figuring he could wait outside his brother's room if he had to. If he was coming here, maybe he'd been looking for his twin in the wrong place. Maybe he'd just been slumming like the kids he occasionally saw while he lived with Moreau.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey was all smiles, of course, batting long lashes and looking like the innocent kid for anyone who saw him escort his 'daddy' to their room. It was a nice hotel and no one was wiser to the purpose of the boy's visit with the other man.

No one thought twice when they were requested to take a room at the far end, away from people and unlikely to be bothered. It was positioned such that cries and muffled screams could be disregarded because no one occupied the adjacent rooms.

Which was soon what started permeating through the door. First the sound of running water from a shower, then half an hour later, muffled cries and the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot jerked when he heard what sounded like his own voice screaming on the other side of the door. He glanced down at his hands, half expecting to see them coated in blood. It sounded too much like what happened with Moreau except his brother wasn't the one handing out the punishment.

He bit his lips, hesitating for a moment. He couldn't just let his brother get hurt and maybe killed. But... He couldnt look out for him, either. That would just get his twin killed. He clenched his fists as a particularly loud scream came through the door. He stood and kicked down the door. He ran over and pulled the man off of his brother, pinning him with one arm while throwing punch after punch at the man's face.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey didn't hear the door open or the rushing sound of intruding feet until he felt the man suddenly jerked off him, out of him, and that there was open space to his back. He gasped at the reprieve, but quickly turned around to see what the hell was going on.

That was not what he was expecting.

"Get off him!" Lindsey called, struggling to his feet so he could attempt to pull the rabid man off his client. His hands froze on the strong forearms when he realized who it was.

"You! What the hell are you doing here?" Then realizing that the man he was with was still a crumpled heap beneath the other boy, Lindsey tried to tug at the arm again. "Get away from my client!"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot looked up at the hands on his arm. He stared into his twin's face, unable to comprehend why his brother would try to protect the scumbag. "But he was hurting you!"

And that was when he realized that both his brother and that... monster were naked. He turned away from his brother to the man below him. "You sick fuck!" he snarled, delivering a punch intended crush the man's throat.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey's client never stood a chance. Despite being at least twice their age, the man caught the blow with a sickening crunch and gurgled a few times before he suffocated to death. By then, Lindsey could only stare at the scene playing out before him in horror.

"You killed him!?" He hissed, then louder, "Fuck!"

Reacting quickly, he turned around to check the room. Physical evidence was everywhere... hell, he was dripping blood between his legs. "What the fuck's wrong with you? You just come in, kill my client, and... were you following me?" They needed to move the body, clean this place up. Lindsey wasn't freaking out that a man died, he was worried about getting caught.