Trash Squad Day 11 - SECRETS

[chinhotta]

Are you ready for it?! It's the long awaited final event! This is your last chance to get close before your final dates and the final bonus event!

And, back by popular demand, it's the motive vi—wait, no, not that. Well, I guess you're motivated to build your relationships? That's better anyway.

...Anyway! Check your tablets! You will find you have a few interesting video files! They should be familiar to you! The catch is... if you don't share each one with a different person by nighttime today, they will all be shown to everyone here! We'll have a fun midnight viewing party!

This may seem a bit cruel, but... love is cruel sometimes. Take it as an opportunity to get a bit closer to the people you care about, or everyone will learn a bit more about you! It's win-win when you think about it that way!

[ On your tablets are a minimum of 3 video files! There is no maximum; it's however many you OOCly want to deal with. Each video contains some sort of secret your character has—'secret' loosely defined as anything they would be uncomfortable being thrown up on a big screen in the auditorium in front of everyone. The presentation can be as simple as lines of text with embarrassing facts (Alice wet the bed until she was in junior high!) or as involved as a dramatically edited montage of the murders they committed through their whole life. Your choice!

Each file should be shown to a different person to count as 'shared'. If there is anything they do not manage to, or choose not to, share with someone in particular, comment with a brief description of it over here. These will all be shared publicly in a post which goes up on Thursday before the date announcement post. ]

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[flamingprick]

That many, huh?

[God, just how messed up is Allen's life?

Actually wait no, he already knows the answer: 'way too much.'

He'll offer a hand out to Allen, though.]

Whatever you want to show me, I'll watch.

[lefthandpath]

["way too much" is right.

it takes another moment of. trying to keep self from locking up again. before he reaches out to take Rin's hand, clearly shaking.]

[flamingprick]

[It's okay if it's shaking. Rin will take a hold of it with both of his, trying to give Allen something to ground him. He's worried about what he will see, and he almost wants to avoid it. Not knowing is sometimes better, he thinks.

But this is for Allen, and if Allen has to share then he will watch. He'll watch, and he'll try not to cry too much.]

[lefthandpath]

... can we go somewhere else?

[if he's going to play these secrets, he'd rather not have to broadcast them more than necessary.]

[flamingprick]

Sure, we can go wherever you want.

[He'll follow Allen wherever he goes.]

[lefthandpath]

[time to go to Allen's room, then.

because Timcanpy is there and he can just hold onto him while secrets are played.]

[flamingprick]

[OFF TO ALLEN'S ROOM hey Timcanpy come join them for sad video times.]

I still don't get how you get to have your familiar here but I can't have mine.

[lefthandpath]

He can't move at all, is how.

[but it makes him into a very convenient plush-like thing that Allen is going to curl up around because he's not touching his tablet again until this is all over.]

[flamingprick]

Oh, it's a stuffed animal!

[Whoops

Also it's fine for Allen to not grab his tablet, Rin can hold it.]

So which one did you want me to see?

[lefthandpath]

[this is the blank stare of someone who is wholly unable to answer that question.

but uh...

the thumbnails seem. enticing enough?

there's one of what looks like a rubber ball on top of a small grave with a clown sitting on the ground next to a crying child.

there's one of some ugly fat creature leering over a child with reddish brown hair sitting emptily in front of a grave.

there's one of a child with white hair and bandaged face being held down by a man with red hair, two more concerned adults looking on.

there's one of that same redhead man standing in a dark room with men in shrouded red robes keeping him within a ring as he smokes and looks to be lecturing...?

there's one of a priest... who has a feathery tendril going right through his head... and he's still... alive?

...

these are all fine.]

[flamingprick]

[These are all totally fine.]

So...you had red hair?

[LOOK. He's got to at least go a little positive here. Because those pictures are Worrying and he doesn't want Allen to worry.]

[lefthandpath]

[... just kind of blinks.]

Did you think I always had white hair...?

[flamingprick]

Well no, you told me it went white. But I didn't know what color it was before that.

[He grins.]

I like it, it makes you look like a cute kid.

[lefthandpath]

[you like blank stares of someone who actually hates his younger self, don't you...]

If you say so...

[flamingprick]

[...no. He doesn't really like that all that much.]

White's a better look though, it's how I saw you first.

[It's said a little hasty, but he does mean it? Red is cute, but white-haired-Allen is the one he likes the most.]

[lefthandpath]

[now you're just being silly, Rin.

but it does get a bit of a smile from Allen, wane as it is.]

[flamingprick]

[Okay, maybe a little. But it's worth it, to get Allen to loosen up a little.]

But I'll save the compliment-talk for later, you might need it then.

[He points to the one of kid!Allen and Cross.]

How about this one? That one looks like it might be hard to show to others.

[As much as he would like to see a not-bad-memory, he wants to make this easier for Allen at the same time.]

[lefthandpath]

[i mean. it seems like a good enough choice? Allen is not going to disagree with it, anyway.

one less secret to worry about being broadcast to everyone.]

I guess...

[flamingprick]

I've got one for you to see in a moment too.

[Because he. Doesn't want anyone seeing it. Not even Sonia, it would make her cry again and her secrets were pretty bad.

But anyway let's press 'play' on that secret here we goooo]

cw: for Allen Walker's terrible life

[lefthandpath]

[this video is... odd.

well, first of all.

it starts with a child screaming himself hoarse, the strain on his vocal cords noticeable from the start.

the man with red hair is holding the child down as he kicks and screams, face a bloody, angry, infected red on the left side. it looks painful beyond words.

an old woman and large man seem to be speeding in and out of the room, working to get hot water, cold water, ointments and various other assortments to try to help alleviate the pain.

the video suddenly skips forward--the child has gone utterly silent and does nothing more than just sit curled up in a ball, staring at nothing, utterly disconnected from everything around him, including himself. it goes on for days, weeks, months... the redhaired man feeds him, changes his clothes and bedding when he soils it, sits next to him each night with an even larger Timcanpy in his lap as if hoping for some kind of change...

maybe there was more to it. there was probably more to it, but it all goes by with little change in routine.

but then, the redhaired man reminds "Allen" of what "Mana" would always say.

the video skips ahead--the child is talking. the words are quiet, inaudible, does he even remember what was said? what was said isn't as important as how it was said. polite tones. just like Mana.

the video skips ahead--"Allen" and the redhaired man are set to go. And Mother calls him a name... that the redhaired man approves of.



the video blips off.

ftr, Allen has been cringed back into a ball around Timcanpy as soon as the screaming started. so. he's. doing. fine. albeit. doing the staring at nothing thing. a little.]

[flamingprick]

[Rin pays attention the entire time, not even looking away when the screaming or the terrible parts happen.

When the video ends, he doesn't move quite yet. He's left staring at the screen, processing everything he just saw. It's horrible, to see a child in so much pain. Especially when that child is someone Rin cares about so much. Rin's heart aches for Allen.

After a bit, Rin sets the tablet down and crawls over to where Allen is on the bed. He'll flop down behind Allen, curling up so that his stomach is pressed against Allen's back, and his arm is laying over Allen's waist. A hug, of sorts. Not as dramatic as the ones he's done during their cryfests, but it's enough to show that he's there.

His tail wraps around Allen's leg too, holding onto Allen a bit more possessively than Rin is with his hugs.]

That guy kinda reminds me of Dad.

[His father, the one who adopted him. He uses 'Dad' instead of 'father' specifically, since his Dad was a priest too.]

[lefthandpath]

[he startles and tenses for a moment before slumping back against Rin, easing up on his hold on Timpcanpy. his mind still feels like it's full of white noise and not much else but he works to put words together as thoughts he can say in return.]

... I never thought of him like that. He made my life a nightmare of nonstop debt.

But you know... I know... he wasn't a bad person.

[all past tense. for reasons.]

[flamingprick]

[He can guess why that is, so he won't comment on it. Instead he'll say something else.]

Dad was a total hardass. He never treated us poorly or anything, but he pushed us to work hard every day. I think that was his way of showing that he cared, by making sure me and Yukio were ready to be adults.

Guys like Dad and your master, I think feelings are tough for them. I don't think Dad had much of a family to show him how to be a parent, I've never met his family. Maybe it's the same for your master?

1/2

[lefthandpath]

... he worked in tandem with the Fourteenth--Nea. The Noah that's within me.

But... there were some things. That made me think... maybe all of it wasn't about that. Or, rather. Maybe some of it was about that.

[he shakes his head, holding Tim up a bit, wishing the golem could actually move.]

He certainly pushed at me. He even left me a message with Tim... pretty much explaining his way of viewing things about paths we walk down. Telling me to stop wearing that mask I put on.

Why would he tell me that... if the point was to keep me together just long enough to have a Noah take me over? That doesn't make any sense. He never... really made any sense to me.

[until recently.]

[lefthandpath]

[ugh. rubs at his eyes.]

I don't wanna cry over that asshole, though. I'd rather punch him. He got himself killed in a very stupid way, and he deserves every hit he gets.

[this is... affection? maybe.]