Event Log: Speak Your Truth

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone in the city
What: The event log for the Speak Your Truth
Where: All over the city
When: April 3rd-April 9th
Warnings: None

There's a secret burning in your chest. It's hot behind your ribcage, and you need to let it out or else it might consume you- but who would you tell? Who could even begin to understand what you need to say? Your closest friend? Your significant other? Maybe even someone you don't get along with very well? It's hard to know who to trust and who will even understand, but in a strange way, neither of those things seem to matter- all you can think of is what will cause someone the most pain.

Maybe you're trying to get it out in the open so you can put it behind you. Maybe you just need to come clean because the guilt is eating you alive. Maybe you just really want to hurt someone- regardless of the reason, you're aching to tell someone else your darkest secrets.

Will they understand? There's only one way to find out, and it won't be pleasant for either party involved. Good luck, Hadriel!

► This log covers April 3rd-April 9th.
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If your secret gets a bit bloody, please let us know here.

Comments

[toiletseat_girl]

Whatever you want.

[George never really had any dreams for her future. she mostly avoided thinking about it]

In this case? I think I can say that yeah, it is.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo finally looks up with a soft sigh.]

It's a big thing to decide on.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she tries to meet Jo's eyes]

Sure it is. But I think you can make it work. I wouldn'ta asked you if I didn't.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo laughs nervously.]

I think sometimes you think I can do anything.

[toiletseat_girl]

[a slightly challenging stare and tone]

Can't you? 'Cause you're right, I think you can.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo meets the stare without flinching.]

No one's perfect.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she shrugs, but doesn't look away]

I think you're pretty damn awesome, so.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo scoffs quietly.]

Yeah, but you're also a nerd. [It's a loving but sarcastic response.

Jo's a special kind of nerd too.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[pouting vaguely]

I'm not a nerd.

[knifecollecting]

Are you sure?

[Still teasing, despite everything.]

[toiletseat_girl]

I am absofuckinglutely positive that I'm not.

[smug now that they're back to teasing]

[knifecollecting]

Okay. [Not convinced at all.]

[toiletseat_girl]

You need convincing?

[knifecollecting]

I'd love to see what you think would convince me you're not a nerd.

[toiletseat_girl]

I could . . . flirt with someone? In front of you? And not have it blow up in my face?

[knifecollecting]

I'm not going to make you torture yourself.

[And anyway, even nerds get lucky some times.]

[toiletseat_girl]

What, you don't think I can do it? I can totally do it!

[spoiler alert: she can't]

[knifecollecting]

I've seen you around someone you like. [At least, she's pretty sure that was what was happening.]

[toiletseat_girl]

That was different. We were in danger and Sharon was protecting us.

[she pouts]

[knifecollecting]

Makes it harder to pretend you don't like 'em. [She laughs quietly.]

[toiletseat_girl]

Shut up. [more pouting commences.

after a moment] Am I that obvious?

[knifecollecting]

I was a teenager once. [She's still young, mostly.

Sometimes it doesn't feel like it.]

I know what it's like.

[toiletseat_girl]

Technically speaking, I've gotta be like twenty by now. I've been here almost two years.

[does anyone ever feel like a "grown up?"]

Yeah? So, what was it like for you?

[knifecollecting]

I don't think our bodies age here. [Which feels very weird to say.]

She's is a better choice than some of mine. [Jo laughs quietly.]

[toiletseat_girl]

I don't age anyway. [which was a lot to get used to]

You realize now that I gotta ask about some of yours, right?