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

[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?

[knifecollecting]

It would be more beneficial if you looked old enough to drink at least. [She laughs, giving George a soft smile.]

They were okay enough, but Hunters don't stick around. [Her dad was a rare exception, she's learned that. Sometimes people in the life stayed in one place, but Bobby didn't hunt as much as he used to. And he better not be trying, not in his wheelchair.]

Never heard from my last boyfriend. He just disappeared. [That happens a lot in her life.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[vaguely indignant] I look old enough to drink! [mumbled] In certain European countries.

...oh. That's gotta be rough. [it would suck to fall for someone, only for them to move on to somewhere else right afterwards]

Really? Not even a text? Jesus. [she sounds genuinely sorry]

[knifecollecting]

[It wasn't right away. In some ways that made it harder and easier all at once.

Jo shrugs, trying to look as if it didn't bother her much.]

Happens a lot. Hunters don't always come back.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she's trying to sound sympathetic]

Yeah, but still. The not knowing must suck.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo grew up like this. She can't count the number of hunters that never came back. You drink a beer and hope they're still alive somewhere out there.

She's sure there are people who didn't know about her.]

Everyone has something they don't know.

[toiletseat_girl]

[that sounds like a very depressing way to live]

Yeah, but that kind of not knowing? Sucks.

[knifecollecting]

[A little. There are still good times.]

Yeah. But you can't dwell on it.

[toiletseat_girl]

I would never be able to handle that. I dwell on everything.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo has noticed, but she won't agree with the statement.]

Not everything is worth the time.

[toiletseat_girl]

[probably for the best]

I guess not? But how d'you tell the difference?

[knifecollecting]

Sometimes you know. [She's quiet for a long time, trying to decide how to word her thoughts.]

I figured out some of the others in my free time.

[toiletseat_girl]

Oh.

[there's a pause]

That sounds depressing.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo thinks George says that about a lot of her life.]

And just spending all of your time thinking about things you can't change doesn't?

[toiletseat_girl]

[that's because most of her life is]

I don't call it thinking about things I can't change. I call it mulling over past disappointments.

[knifecollecting]

A rose by any other name.

[She's onto you, George.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she raises an eyebrow playfully]

Oh-ho, and now we're dipping into the Shakespeare quotes? I can do that, too. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio--or in this case Jo, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

[knifecollecting]

I read too. [She laughs quietly.]

I don't think there's anyone who knows everything.

[toiletseat_girl]

If there is, I wanna meet 'em. So I can punch 'em in the face.

[knifecollecting]

You might have to get in line. [Jo would probably want to as well.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she shrugs] I'll cut in line. Did it all the time in school and never got caught. So I'm calling dibs on punching whoever who knows everything in the face. Maybe in the nutsack, too, we'll see how generous I'm feeling.

[knifecollecting]

Come on, why do you assume they're gonna have balls?

[Rude. That's very rude.]

And cutting isn't cool.

[toiletseat_girl]

Because men think that they know everything and they just love explaining it to others.

[translation: her old boss, Rube, was an asshole]

Since when have I ever cared about being cool?

[knifecollecting]

Angels technically don't have genders. [She could never figure out about demons. It's not like she had time to ask.

Or wanted to.]

I mean not cool as in it's bad.