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ANGST MEME

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

- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.

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- Play!

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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[Gregson assured Joan that she was lucky the police arrived when they did. Despite her luck, however, her visible injuries included a split lip, one eye nearly swollen shut, and a gash on her cheek that took five stitches to close. Gregson sat with her in the ER while Bell called Sherlock to tell him that Joan had been jumped by a suspect.]

[Sherlock is exceptionally easily annoyed. In fact there are a great deal more things in the world that annoy him than there are that he finds pleasant.

But very, very few things ignite an actual rage in him, silent and cold.

But the phone call from Bell had. And a fear, that he's only felt a handful of times in his life. So it's with long and determined strides that he comes through the hospital, barking a question or two at some poor nurse who happens to be manning the desk (undoubtedly, they'll hear him coming) before he's directed to where she is. And he comes around the corner all at once.]

Watson. [Tense. Worried. but just that, her name. Nothing else.]

[Joan is lying back on the hospital bed, and Gregson is standing watch as she rests. When Sherlock makes his appearance, though, he leans over to pat her hand before excusing himself to let them be alone.

Joan opens her eyes (or eye).]

I know. I need more self-defense training.

[Her voice is slightly breathy. Her ribs are bruised, and it hurts to breathe too deeply.]

[He ignores Gregson entirely, though he's quite sure the good captain understands. For a moment he looks her over, marveling at how surprisingly small she looks in a hospital bed. He forgets that she is, the way Watson carries herself.]

Clearly that much is true.

[The words are strained, too crisp at the edges, betraying the faint beginnings of a tremor creeping into his voice.]

This... this line of work carries its dangers. Inherent in its nature. Any good investigator can be seen as a threat. You have to be vigilant, Watson.

[He's angry. But it's not at her; it's at himself.]

Clearly Mr. O'Brien was complimenting me on my work.

[Her tone is wry, but she's keeping it light. She hears that tremor in his voice, and guesses he's angry at the man who attacked her, and scared for her. She wants to reassure him, as much as she can considering how beaten up she is.]

I'll be more careful. I promise.