bakerstreet | (no subject)

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

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1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out - 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 lie back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.
You've been fighting nonstop with someone, and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.
You're being broken up with, and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.
Whatever the 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 wanted something you had, 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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Mmmhm. I've not seen it in ages. [he peers at it as she sets it away, feeling an unfamiliar itch in his fingers to pick it up and thumb through it. he dismisses it and returns his attention back to her as she tells him about it.

he chuckles.]

What? His doctor was in it? Funny old man. Maybe---I mean did we make it up together? [cause they both told him those stories, only she stopped, and he kept it up most days.

he waits on opening up his own book because she still looks disturbed. he beckons her over with one arm, so she could lean against his side if she cares to, and he can wrap one arm around her.]

I'm sure you were brilliant. The doctor doesn't have dull companions after all. [it's said with a teasing lilt to his voice and a smile.]

I can't remember, it feels like ages ago. [She'd run out of stories to tell; she started confusing when things had happened, or started repeating stories that Brian already knew. Eventually she was content to let his father take over storytelling. He seemed to have endless imagination for the Doctor character.

She gladly takes that offer to lean against him, her head upon his shoulder with a sigh. Thankfully neither has to worry about her wild hair much, as it's currently in a ponytail. She chuckles wryly, nudging him. ] I'm not sure that's a compliment to my writing or a dig that the earth girls he picks up are based on me.

[he wraps his arms around her shoulders, rubbing one lightly, and leans over just enough to kiss her temple. he liked these moments, stolen ones when brian was tucked away in bed for the evening. times when they didn't have to worry about being interrupted by anyone at all.]

Can't it be both? [he grins, and settles back a bit more comfortably with her at his side.] Was it you that came up with that terrible wheezing groaning noise that his box makes?

[as he continues to tease, he brings that sound into his temporary arsenal, but can only do it for so long before dissolving into a fit of laughter all on his own.]

I think---didn't you come up with it being because he always left the brakes on because he thought it was a brilliant noise?

You're incorrigible. [She rolls her eyes at his grin. Still, he is managing to cheer her up a bit with it all; the tenderness and the teasing. She tries to think just when the wheezy box first crossed her mind, but his imitation makes her burst out laughing as well.] Good lord, is that what you think it sounds like?!

[She gasps and lifts her head up, eyes wide and nodding.]

Yes, you're right! I said - er, wrote, that it wasn't supposed to make that noise because of the brakes, and he got all grumpy and defensive about it to the companion! God, I can't believe you even remembered that...