1. Post a comment with your character spilling their confessions and innermost thoughts for all to see 2. Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc. 3. Discuss, accuse, commiserate, threadjack, etc.
Because those are the rules. The Recurrence only lasts for two years, and I've used one up here, more or less.
It's awkward cause everyone knows at home. Always knew.
Sorry my song- sorry it was that bad. I though my song was supposed to help people. I thought I knew what I was doing. But the longer I'm here, the more it seems like I don't know anything at all. I really did want to help you. You seem like an asshole, but you also sound like you deserve help that's not creeping on you.
I'm sorry. I know it doesn't mean much, sayin' that, but I am. That's one helluva shit hand you've been dealt.
...And that... wasn't all your fault. There's some things about you that're just always gonna remind me of someone else. I've always had had plenty of baggage to lug around, your singin' just happened to open a suitcase. I usually try to be less of an asshole than I've been to you.
You should probably hate me. You should definitely be scared of me. I have a lot of power, and someday a lot of people are going to get hurt by it.
To be honest, whenever I think about you, I think about those bull horns. I think about what it would be like, if you ripped a hole in me. You did that before, right? I could hear it, I think. Or see it? I dunno. I'm trying not to be a creep about it, but you're kinda on the shortlist of people I'd be cool about killing me. It'd be . . . thematically appropriate. It's part of why I like you, or- why I wanna like you, but then it's like- Chilton's creeping on you so hard and it's gross. Really gross.
...Yeah. I did that before. I'd have trouble believin' that's what you're actually lookin' for. She let me kill her 'cause she thought I was her God come to claim her at last. And I made sure I shifted back 'fore she died, so she couldn't have that.
There was a lifetime's worth of rage in that. You're different.
And what is it you're talkin' about with Chilton? What does he have to do with this?
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It's awkward cause everyone knows at home. Always knew.
Sorry my song- sorry it was that bad. I though my song was supposed to help people. I thought I knew what I was doing. But the longer I'm here, the more it seems like I don't know anything at all. I really did want to help you. You seem like an asshole, but you also sound like you deserve help that's not creeping on you.
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I'm sorry. I know it doesn't mean much, sayin' that, but I am. That's one helluva shit hand you've been dealt.
...And that... wasn't all your fault. There's some things about you that're just always gonna remind me of someone else. I've always had had plenty of baggage to lug around, your singin' just happened to open a suitcase. I usually try to be less of an asshole than I've been to you.
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To be honest, whenever I think about you, I think about those bull horns. I think about what it would be like, if you ripped a hole in me. You did that before, right? I could hear it, I think. Or see it? I dunno. I'm trying not to be a creep about it, but you're kinda on the shortlist of people I'd be cool about killing me. It'd be . . . thematically appropriate. It's part of why I like you, or- why I wanna like you, but then it's like- Chilton's creeping on you so hard and it's gross. Really gross.
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There was a lifetime's worth of rage in that. You're different.
And what is it you're talkin' about with Chilton? What does he have to do with this?