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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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Something was wrong, Nathan thought to himself. The memorial ceremony should have been long over by now and Sylar had promised to return and tell him all about it. Brag was more like it. The killer always liked proving to Nathan he played a Petrelli better than Nathan ever had. The chains holding Nathan to the wall clinked slightly as Nathan bowed his head to get some relief from the tension in his muscles.

Peter......I would have thought you would have figured it out by now, he though sadly, But he knew he didn't deserve to be rescued. He hurt too many people before Sylar had captured him just by letting his brother kill all those people. He was being punished for his crimes and it was going to be a fitting way to go no matter how he looked at it.

He just wished Sylar would get on with it instead A sound makes Nathan look up ready for the next round of pain and suffering. "About damm time you got back," he rasped softly.

A long time ago before he blew up Manhattan, before his brother was replaced by a mad man, Peter was vulnerable. He allowed himself to feel and to hope and to dream. However, those days were so long past that he wasn't sure he knew how to do any of those things.

It had taken him a little while to realize that the mad man in office wasn't Nathan, but once he had noticed, he'd started looking for his brother. It wasn't easy, particularly because he was a very wanted terrorist, but eventually he thought he was on the right track.

That thought was only solidified when he pried open a steel panic style door to find his brother chained up inside. For a moment, he couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight because all of that emotion that he kept locked up flooded out, seeping between cracks and crushing walls in their wake. It took him a moment to build those walls again, seal those cracks, but he managed because he had to. There was one way to survive and Peter had figured it out. He wasn't about to stop now.

"Yeah, about damn time," he agreed, stepping toward Nathan to release him from the chains. "We've got to hurry."

Nathan blinks at his brother like he's seen a ghost. "Peter," he rasps wanting to make sure it isn't Sylar just jerking him around again. "What did I say to you before Kirby Plaza?" The question is important one he'd asked Sylar's "Peter" over and over again in the early days when he had hope of being rescued. It had yet to be answered in the right way.

Nathan's own walls are strong, built up over five years of pain and suffering. He stares at his brother his eyes dead and set in a sunken face that hasn't seen the sun in a long damm time.

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It's perfect! Sorry for the massive delay

It's okay I'm glad you tagged me back, feel free to answer Nathan's question how you want