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ANGST MEME

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

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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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[If Joan had her phone, she'd have Sherlock look up nearby malls. But she doesn't, so she's going to have to guess. She watches the food signs,and three exits down she sees signs for a ton of fat food places, plus a Starbucks and a Cinnabon.

Mall. She takes the exit.]

[While Joan takes the exit, he keeps his eyes on the cars behind them through the mirrors. One of them, two back - a dark green Lexus - pulls into their lane and follows them off the Interstate.]

Green Lexus.

[There's no proof they're being followed just by that, but there's a possibility and they both need to be on guard.]

[She flicks her eyes up to the mirror.]

Should I try to lose them?

Don't do anything Hollywood.

[He folds up the remainder of the Lays bag, watching the car through the mirror.]

Try driving past the mall and taking the first right. If he follows, try again. If he doesn't, go into the car park.

Right.

[The mall is a little down the road. She goes past it, to the light, and takes a right as he said, looking up at the mirror to see if the car follows.

It does.

Her stomach tightens. She drives down the street next to the mall, goes past the last parking lot entrance, and takes another right, glancing up in the mirror after she's turned.]

[Sherlock had gotten used to carrying a gun with him at any given moment, so much that even when he showered or slept the gun was within an arm's reach. Now, he's completely unarmed and has fatigue-weak muscles. This could be very, very bad for both of them. Especially since the driver follows Joan's second right turn.

She's noticed, so he doesn't point it out.

Now what?]

Pull into the car park. If they keep following, we can use it as a short-cut back to the main road.

[They could always refill the gas for this car until they can lose their pursuer long enough to acquire a new vehicle.]

[They're both in a bad position to be facing off with someone who means to do them harm. Joan has never used a gun, but she doesn't even have a baton. Not that a baton would help against an armed assailant.

She does as he instructs, pulling into the parking lot.]

[The car continues on the side road after they pull into the lot. He watches through the mirrors, since craning his head around would be too obvious.]

They could drive back round.

[They'd have to work fast.

Or, if they're lucky, this could be a false alarm. Too bad he doesn't believe in luck or coincidence.]

If we're quick, they won't be able to tell which car we're in.

[She parks on the outskirts of the lot, a few spots away from the nearest clump of cars.]

Okay. White Honda accord about seven spots over. Look good?

Fine.

[He knows Joan and knows she would have brought a lock picking kit on an excursion such as this one. He simply holds his hand out, palm upward. Breaking a window would be too noticeable.]

Lock pick?

You move our items between cars, I'll have the Accord running before you're finished.

[Sure enough, she has a slimjim in her bag. She pulls it out, hands it to him, and goes to pop the trunk.]

[Sherlock takes it, then lets himself out of the passenger seat. He's only slightly wobbly on his feet this time, since he's had some sugars and fluids. He's still stiff and tired, but he doesn't let it slow him down much.

He keeps his eyes moving as he approaches the white Honda. There's no one nearby to notice it and there's no sign of the green car from before. He first checks for an alarm system and finding none, he proceeds to unlock the passenger door. He feels around under the steering column until he finds the edge of the panel covering the wiring.]

[Joan keeps scanning her surroundings as she goes to the car, pops the trunk, and starts taking out bags. There's hardly any movement in the parking lot, and what little there is is closer to the entrance.

She grabs bags in both hands, and heads over to the car Sherlock is working on. The groceries will last them the day, but they'll need more than fruit and granola and peanut butter sandwiches. And Joan is going to need clothes pretty soon, too.]

[Every so often, Sherlock looks up over fascia to check for any sign of their pursuer. For now, it looks like they're still in the clear. As he'd told Joan before, he has the car starting as she brings the items toward the car. In order to speed things along, Sherlock stands up and opens the back door so she can deposit her armload inside.]

Do you have everything?

[He can tell she's left the hotel bedding which might be useful, but if she has everything else they need, there's no point in risking spending more time here by going back to the other car.]

That's all of it.

[All they have at the moment, anyway.

Once everything has been deposited in the back seat, Joan climbs in behind the wheel. It's arguable that she's making herself just as responsible for stealing the car by doing so. It's also arguable, and more strongly, that Sherlock is in no condition to drive.]

[Sherlock doesn't complain and simply goes to the passenger seat. It would be safer for Joan to take the wheel, since he's running on adrenaline and necessity more than anything else.]

Still clear.

[Sherlock fastens the safety belt because it would make it less likely to be pulled over by a police officer this way.]

[With any luck, if that car was following them, they will be unable to recognize them now.

Joan pulls out of the parking space and heads back to the highway.]

I imagine this isn't the only time you've had to lose someone who was following you.

You imagine correctly.

[Sherlock's learned from mistakes, too. He won't say that to Joan, since it's not necessary for her to know. It would only make her upset - or he thinks it would. He'd seen the look on her face while he soaked in the tub.]

Though, having to swap cars because one's out of fuel in the midst of a chase is a new handicap.

Maybe it will work in our favor.

[She glances up in the mirror, and doesn't see the car they thought might have been following them.]

Is this the first time they've targeted me? Other than when you jumped off the roof?

They've been keeping track of you ever since. But... nothing as blatant or face-threatening as this until now.

[He looks over his shoulder toward the bags of shopping on the back seat. His Gatorade is in one of them - the closer one, actually - so he stretches his arm back there to grab the bag and bring it to the front.]

It's possible they made it look like they were coming after me to lure you out.

[She glances at him.]

You've probably thought of that.

Not entirely.

[Yes, he's already thought of that. He'd thought of it while he'd been in the warehouse.]

There was no pretence in their targeting you, but it was a deliberate attempt at smoking me out of the rabbit hole. I was sloppy somewhere along the way, haven't pinpointed the moment yet - give me a minute.

[He actually sits there and thinks about it for that minute, too.]

Angola. Three months back.

You think they figured out you were alive then. Or suspected strongly enough to bait you.

[She wishes his affection for her wasn't such an obvious weakness.]

A suspicion. I wasn't that sloppy.

[Doesn't mean it's not 'too sloppy' already.]

Unfortunately, I just thoroughly confirmed their suspicions.

Theirs and mine. And faking your death won't exactly work a second time.

[Nor can he protect her by just leaving her behind.]

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I honestly have no idea how to hotwire a car. Usually I would research it, but I am on my netbook...

Sorry this took a while! Honestly, I don't know either.

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