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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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?]My breathing changed because you broke my hand, you idiot. *War would gladly accept any more hatred thrown his way by Erik*
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No. It wasn't... *shuts his eyes for a second* Fuck this. I'm not stooping down to your level. I'm not... I'm not. I'm done with this.
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*snorts and looks at him* You don't even realize how lucky you have it.
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*stops walking and clenches his fists before turning around and just beating him until he's bloody and broken and everything Erik has always felt*
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*laughs loudly when he turns around and braces himself for the punches and kicks and takes it all with barely any noise*
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*Once he has his fill, he leaves bloody-knuckled and wet-cheeked, never to look back again. That's the end of that.*
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*War pushes himself to lean against the nearest wall, breathing being nearly impossible for him now. He can't hear over the ringing in his ears and each intake of breath hurts more than anything he's ever felt before but he still manages to laugh because isn't this what he had wanted? Isn't this what he had asked for? He watches Erik walk away and nearly calls out a departing but holds his tongue. He doesn't need to do anymore damage to the man.*
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*Erik almost makes it all the way to Riley's without breaking down, but he can't do it. He can't hold it in. He chokes on air and tugs on his own hair before dropping to the ground and crying hard.*
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*It takes about a half hour before War even thinks about moving. He doesn't know where he's going to go. He knows he can't go to Eames. He can't. Not because of his injuries but because of... who he is. He can't let Eames get dragged down with him. He can't let Eames become hated the way he is.*
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*He picks himself after a good ten minutes of sobbing and struggles the rest of the way to Riley's. His knuckles have stopped bleeding and his eyes haven't stopped leaking but he needs to be here. He needs Riley. He knocks on the door, takes a breath, and pulls his sleeves down over his hands.*
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