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bakerstreet2022-03-18 06:08 pm
crushtheskulls) wrote in bakerstreet2022-03-18 06:08 pm
Angst Meme
Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters 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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[Eva was exceedingly strict on taking time off. It was vital in their industry to prevent both burnout from the memory machines themselves and the experiences of using them. She'd read more than enough papers on the effects of prolonged use to convince her of that. After dutifully inviting Neil to this years planned trip abroad her partner had scoffed and declared he already had a date with a beautiful game called Elden Ring that was going to thoroughly kick his ass. She reminded him that wasn't exactly a difficult task to accomplish with that tone to her voice and that was how the fight started.
Months later with a stupidly minute amount of planning as was her norm, Eva was sort of working her way through a tour from one place to another but wasn't above taking a less traveled path on her own now and then, particularly when there was talk of some sort of special family and a festival to boot. The other tourists from the group she went with gravitated more to the festival itself but frankly Eva was there more for the 'local color' as some would call it.
So that's how she ends up setting a time and place to meet up with them again around dark and ends up on her own, filtering away from the noise chiefly to inspect the local flora. There's a real variety of plants around as she picks them out one by one by name, noting in her head which ones would do well back home and which wouldn't. Eventually though the one Eva is most taken with for a moment is near an alley in a somewhat quiet section of the village.]
Ah, orchids, my houseplant nemesis.
[Her voice is wistful here. She had never gotten an orchid to grow quite right, even the supposed easy to raise ones. Leaning over she tucks a hand under one of the biggest blooms, the other on her knee as she muses.]
You're sure doing well though out here. Good color, big bloom -- must have taken a lot to raise you.
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Oh, no.... no, no, no, no, that's not possible, I'm s--[He trips over his own sandalled feet and falls backward. Stricken, he whispers,] I'm seeing things now... [He scrambles backward until he hits the wall.] No, no, I'm alone... I'm alone, and it's the twenty-first of March and I'm outs-side and... and....
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This was one of the bad points of strange towns and explorations. Most of the locals had been exceedingly friendly and so foolishly she'd sort of relaxed, not expecting anything dangerous. Her hand tenses under the orchid, her brain reminds her to not crush it and she lets it go with an easiness she doesn't feel in the least.
Then he trips, falls, scrambles backwards until he hits the wall and that's enough to stop the slow creep of fear running up her back. No, he's more afraid of her than he seems to be violent, reminding himself of the date and all. Her shoulders can't help but slacken from their brief rigidity and what surprised shock there was to her expression softens some.
She doesn't move, staying rooted before that orchid and ticking over options in the rational, clinical part of her mind. She thinks for a brief, flitting moment of the rare patients who woke up during cases, some just as terrified, and her brow furrows a little.]
Breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth, slowly.
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[He might be saying that, but he takes her advice anyway, pulling in long breaths and letting them out, counting almost inaudibly.]
[After a few beats he looks up. An almost impossibly sad look crosses his face.]
I've finally lost it....
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By now Eva has settled for sticking to her kneeling position. It's not comfortable exactly but approaching him the way she might a hallucinating patient doesn't seem like the best idea. She's not a trusted person after all and she's not even in her Sigmund lab coat to lend some sort of clinical feel to her; a sundress and a hat don't leave quite the same impression.
Her voice is at least steady and calm though.]
You're not losing anything.
[Saying that she offers out a hand. Passively, not directly at him or anything.]
Would it help for you to see I'm solid? You don't have to if that seems like too much.
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[His jaw trembles, lips parted, as though he wants to speak.
Instead, a stringy little laugh escapes him before his breath catches and he chokes out a sob.
Something has terrified this poor little guy....]
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Eva was always the logical one but in the moment since his hand is so near she takes it up without thought. His fingers are terribly warm and she wonders a moment if maybe he's sick. Delirium brought on by a fever maybe?
She still sounds calm but her tone is a little more hushed now. She'd talked to her nephew in the same tone when he was homesick, a doting aunt if she was anything.]
It's okay. It's just me and you here, I promise.
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Who are you? [he whispers.]
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She gives a faint smile.]
Eva Rosalene. Nice to meet you.
[... Wait, was that appropriate to say? She looks momentarily sheepish, though it fades quickly.]
... Well. I mean. It is nice but circumstances and all ... you feeling better now? Headache or anything like that?
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Oh, that's right... we get strangers here, now....
[Looking back up at her, he pauses.] I don't... know if I'm better, I... [He shivers, green light flickering across his eyes. Then he shakes his head, muttering,] My name is Bruno Madrigal the date is the twenty-first of March I'm outside I'm....
[He blinks hard, then looks up at her again, a wan smile crossing his face.]
Hola, I'm Bruno Madrigal.
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Ah, guess the influx of tourists is a little much.
[By the way she says it it's clear she just sort of accepts that as fact. She herself doesn't have trouble with them of course but this place was secluded. The emphasis on small tour groups was heavy and it hadn't been easy for her and Roxie to get into one.
She gives his hand a final squeeze before releasing it and making a light 'oh' sound. Roxie had been all about this family, at least what was known about them. She was kind of enamored with how one family was so important to a whole region. Clearly she hadn't grown up in a small town but then neither had Eva.]
Hola. [Pff.] Well now that I've exhausted all the Spanish I know...
[She's quick to wave a hand, her grin quirking at an edge.]
Sorry, bad joke.
AAAAA THIS GOT BURIED
So, so you, uh, you're real, then. I'm sitting in an alleyway talking to you. [A beat.] Sorry--I'm not very good at it. Talking, I mean. To people. But, uh... [He toys briefly with the fringe on his ruana.] If there's... anything you wanna know about the village....
no worries, friend. we ain't got no schedule here. c:
I was when I got up this morning anyhow.
[That said she muses. It's good that he's even talking whether he stumbles over his words or not. In that regard Eva has always been unflappable, the one in class to befriend the quiet kids and in one case drag the most stubborn of them all into a friendship.
She decides to ask the first thing on her mind and points back to the stunning display of orchids.]
I don't guess you know who tends to all the flowers in town, do you? I mean if it's even one person or a group of them. I've never had much luck growing orchids at home.