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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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[She still felt uneasy about Peeta being with the group but knew it would make her feel worse if she was right to feel that way and so she pushes it down. They had to stop for now so her thoughts of him were distracted by thoughts of their mission. She had tried to curl up and sleep like the rest of the group but felt hyper aware of Peeta's presence all the same. It made it hard for her to sleep.

Sighing, she gets to her feet to find where he and a few others have chosen to sleep. They could only fit so many in one room. When she found Peeta's she saw his head jerk a bit, as if he had been trying to sleep. She couldn't hear what he'd said but she tenses all the same, worried she'd woken him.]

Peeta?

[He looks up at her, flinching for just a moment, hands clenching into fists. He wills himself to relax, reminding himself that she doesn't want to hurt him. That she isn't the reason he's this way, not really. ]

Katniss.

[ His tone is decisive, soft, meant to remind himself that he doesn't want to hurt her and she doesn't want to hurt him. ]

Can't sleep?

[She tenses more visibly, seeing him struggle with the urge to actively hurt her. She knows it isn't his fault but part of her is still angry about it. Maybe this was a bad idea... and yet she still feels an ache to be near him.]

No. Kind of hard to, I guess. Considering.

[They had a big job to do.

Instead of approaching him, she only takes one step further into the room, arms crossed protectively about herself, hands balled into fists. If he so much as moved in a remotely threatening way... well, Finnick wasn't too far. He'd stop him if she could even get a yell out. That hurt to even consider.]

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[If he could change it, if he could know for sure what was real and what wasn't, he would snatch it and hold on to it. He didn't want to be this way. There's some part of him that aches to be near her as well, but that part is overwhelmed by fear and confusion. ]

How many nights have we been here? THe night before we're supposed to die.

[ He supposes, but it's the idea of going back into Snow's grasp that terrifies him, not what they're about to do. He watches her so still that he scarcely breathes. He doesn't know if he wants to push her away or beg her to come closer. He doesn't know if he can trusth her. In fact, the only thing he's certain of is that he can't trust himself. ]

[She kept her gaze steady on his, hoping her lack of hesitation might keep him focused. Maybe that would make it worse, she had no idea. She dares herself to step a little closer, though it's only a few steps. She gauged his reaction for any signs of him so much as tensing up.]

I don't know... I just- it better work. I want this to be over.

[She wanted to move on, to see Snow dead and feel relief that he could no longer touch the people she cared about any more.]

[ He doesn't tense. In fact, his fingers loosen and he starts drawing in the dust, nothing obvious, not yet. His voice is low as he speaks, directed more toward the floor than toward her. ]

I can't even imagine it anymore. A world without Snow. It would...in my head, the idea of it is shiny. Not real.

[ he wants the same thing, but it's too far fetched in his mind. It's a reality that doesn't seem possible. He's not sure if it ever did. ]

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14 it is /o/ all looks good

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