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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!

Comments

[mislike]

ooc: not entirely sure where to begin tbh

[itrhymeswithpain]

[ ooc: I don't mind starting! We could have it take place after Jeyne's already been rescued to make it easier? ]

[mislike]

ooc: ooh that works. jon's already stormed the castle, chained ramsay, and they bring "lady arya bolton" to her?

[itrhymeswithpain]

[ ooc: sounds good! let me know if you want anything changed :) also sorry for the novel, lmao, don't feel obliged to match the length! ]


Ever since her wedding night, Jeyne had been locked in the bedchambers with little idea of what was happening outside of it. Her lord husband visited her every night, but he never had much to tell her. She could at times tell from his mood what kind of day he had had, but aside from that, she had been left in the dark.

At some point, however, it seemed that Ramsay was in a constant foul mood. The increased amount of bruises, bitemarks and abrasions he would leave on her skin after every visit was proof enough.

Then finally, one night he surprised her by letting her know that Jon Snow and his army were advancing on Winterfell in search for his precious little sister. "How disappointed he shall be when he finds he came here for a useless whore. I will make certain that he knows as much before I flay the skin from his bones," he had whispered in her ear. It had been the first time he had acknowledged that he knew that she wasn't Arya Stark, though she had always been reasonably certain that he must know, and it had filled her with dread.

Before he had left that night, he told her one last thing: "I have also been told that Sansa Stark may be by his side. Perhaps I will take her for a bride instead."

Jeyne hadn't thought much of her childhood friend since Littlefinger had taken her from Sansa's side back in King's Landing. She had heard that Sansa had been married to Tyrion Lannister and been accused of the king's murder along with him. She hadn't really believed that Sansa could be guilty, and she had been happy when she'd heard that Sansa had disappeared from King's Landing shortly after. Had she been at the Wall with Jon all this time?

She wasn't sure how much time had passed until the battle came to Winterfell, but it didn't seem like much time at all. She could hear the sounds of fighting, but she did not dare peek out of the window to try and get an idea of which side was winning. She did not wish to know. Instead she stayed curled up underneath the warm furs in her bed, waiting for it all to be over.

Hours passed, or perhaps days. Jeyne could not tell for certain, but eventually she heard footsteps coming up the stairs to her room. It sounded like at least two men. She peeked out from underneath the furs just as the door was broken down. Two men she did not know stood there, but there was no mistaking which side they were on. The direwolf-sigils on their armour made that plain as day.

"Do not be afraid, my lady, we are here to take you to your sister," one of the men said, his voice kind.

Jeyne dared to feel hope for the first time in over two years, though there was still a nagging worry in the back of her head. Sansa and Jon would be expecting Arya. What would they say when they saw her? Would Sansa even recognize her?

The men turned their backs to give her some privacy as she slowly dressed in a plain gown that had been left in her room. There had been little need for her to have anything more fanciful as there'd not been any reason for her to leave the bedchambers.

With the help of the two soldiers she was lead down the stairs and into Winterfell's great hall. She walked slow, her legs weak from lack of use, but eventually they got there.

"Lady Stark, we found her," one of the men called out as they approached who could only be Sansa.

Jeyne had worried that Sansa wouldn't recognize her, but she found that she could barely recognize her old friend. She had been a little girl the last time they saw one another, and although they were the same age, Sansa looked as though she had become a woman grown in only two years. Her hair was darker too, Jeyne noticed, almost the same shade as her own.

As soon as the soldiers had helped Jeyne into a chair they took their leave and once they were gone Jeyne promptly burst into tears.

"Oh, Sansa, I am so sorry, they made me say that I was Arya, they would have killed me if I hadn't, can you ever forgive me?" she got out between sobs, though her words were probably not easy to understand.