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bakerstreet2012-07-07 11:17 am
colorfulsock) wrote in bakerstreet2012-07-07 11:17 am
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angst meme
ANGST MEME
Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters can and will fall.
- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.
- Go to random.org and roll.
- 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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*He lets the smell of the cigarette and the taste of his beer flood over his senses for a few minutes before turning on the stool, facing the man.* So, tell me, which job of mine was it that made you so messed up in here? *he pushes a finger to the side of Erik's temple as he speaks the last few words*
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*Erik grabs War's hand about half a second after it's moved up to his face and turns to give him an offended, confused look.* What?
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*War is just going to let a grin spread over his face. Pulling his hand away, he rests it on the counter.* Which job of mine ruined your life?
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*Erik starts to tense up and it shows.*
What the hell are you talking about?
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*laughs softly* Ah, right. I never introduced myself, did I? *extends a hand* I'm War. Pleasure to meet you.
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*stares at his hand and lifts his eyes only after it all starts to click* You're... War.
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*grins and wiggles his fingers, making the ring a little more obvious* The one and only. So, tell me, which one was it?
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*leans back in his seat, breath catching in his throat* What the... f-fuck are... Who the fuck are you?
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*sighs and picks up his beer, taking a long drink before replying* I told you. I'm War. The one and the only. One of the four horsemen, at your service. *pause* Well, not at your service. Not really. I answer to the calls of another being.
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*I don't care if this is a dream or if you are just an asshole who knows about me, some-fucking-how; you are going the fuck down and I will not relent. I will not relent.*
If you're joking. *knocks the 'stranger' off of his seat and grabs a fistful of his shirt so he doesn't hit the ground* If you're joking, I'll fucking kill you. If you're not, I will do so much fucking more.
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*laughs easily and closes his eyes for a moment; finally, finally someone is going to give him what he deserves and it'll be hard to explain to everyone what happened but he doesn't care because this needs to happen or else he won't stop and if doesn't stop, he's going to destroy everything he's come to love* You're going to have to do "so much fucking more" then, because I'm not.
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*somehow, Erik is able to restrain himself until they're outside of the bar (he isn't entirely sure what's going to come out of his mouth during this and he'd rather not have the entire fucking town listening in)*
Do you have any idea what you did? Do you have any idea-- *he takes the first punch - a blow so heavy he can hear War's jaw crack* You killed everyone. You killed me. You killed me.
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*the punch makes him stumble and ow, yeah, that's definitely going to take some time to fix up* Of course I have an idea of what I did. It's my job. *spits out a bit of blood and actually smiles at Erik* Technically, I wasn't the one doing the killing. I just gave the push to start the ball rolling.
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How could you do that? How could you do that to all of those people? *he punches again, near the eye this time* How could you fucking do this? *grabs his shirt collar with both hands and slams him up against the side of the building* Fuck you. Fuck you. *lifts him off the ground and shoves him into the wall again; harder this time* Can you see what you have done to me? Can you see the monster you've created?
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*War closes his eyes and keeps the ridiculous smile on his face as he lets the pain wash over his body. Yes, this is what he's been needing. This is what is going to save the world from utter chaos. Congratulations, Erik Lehnsherr, you're the savoir of the world as we know it and you don't even realize it.*
I suppose I'd be wasting my breath if I tried explaining to you that these things were bound to happen. I was merely given the order to snap my fingers and make it go by faster and end quicker than it should have. *grabs at the front of Erik's shirt and pulls hard* I didn't create this monster. Not exactly.
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*grabs his hand and twists his arm until he's away from the wall and hitting the ground* Don't touch me. *his breath catches in his throat* How... How does it feel to know that no one will ever l-love you? The whole world despises you. No one wants you. No one wants you around. *takes a breath* I'm broken but I... I'm not alone. No one will ever love you.
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*he's had those words thrown at him before but they've never actually had impact on him until now because he has someone, he's felt love, he knows what it means to truly feel and he hasn't thought about the fact of what he is in the context of his relationship until this very second*
I wasn't made to be loved.
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*steps on one of his hands so hard it breaks* You were made to be fought.
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RIGHT IN THE FEELS]*lets out a sharp cry of pain and squeezes his eyes shut again, forcing out a pained laugh* You're just a genius, aren't you?
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*You need to calm down, Erik, or you'll have no way of explaining yourself to Riley when you get home.*
I pity you. *lifts a hand and pulls War back to his feet by the metal in his jacket* I pity the ever living fuck out of you, you absolute horror.
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*snorts and spits out some blood, letting his broken hand hang limply by his side* Like your pity is going to change my purpose for existing. *well, maybe not the pity, but the fighting and the pain is definitely helping him to back down from the orders he's supposed to carry out*
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*punches him once or twice in the chest and sides, hoping to crack a few ribs and make breathing even more painful for him* I take great fucking comfort in knowing that you will die alone.
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*he's not going to even bother trying to fight back at this point because really, what's another broken rib or two to explain to Eames? He can handle it. He needs this. They all need this.* Ah, well, you could be wrong about that. *except he really thinks he's right about that* I take it you won't. Die alone, I mean. Why else are you holding back so much right now? You must have someone depending on you or else I'd be dead right now.
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*reels back and grits his teeth* You're not dead because I don't want you dead. I want you to live a long, loveless life.
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RIGHT IN THE FEELS
]*spits out some more blood and licks his lips* I'm surprised how you think that's the best punishment for me.
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