Liar Liar, pants on fire

[artistwithasickness]

Oh yeah, time for a meme. Apparently this is our first one. What a tragedy.

You know what we got in this City? A bunch of repressed people, who are far too comfortable behind their masks of lies and half truths. Let's have some fun with that, shall we? A la 'Liar Liar', your character is compelled to tell the truth. The whole truth. Lies of omission are still lies.

Rules are simple
1. Post with your character.
2. Respond to questions, or avoid answering statements.
3. Go make other characters uncomfortable by poking into their personal business.

Comments

[thegreatestproject]

More or less. It's easy to associate you with everything that happened on my first night in the City, so when I feel like I need a release valve, you're the first person I think of. Plus it hasn't occurred to me that you'd be looking for anything else.

[dirtyandtrue]

I'm not surprised.

[thegreatestproject]

Am I supposed to feel bad about it? Cause you haven't done anything to make me think you object to our new arrangement.

[dirtyandtrue]

[That got a short, barked laugh.]

No, not at all. I don't object to it, in the slightest. Just a passing bitter note of nostalgia from a heartsick corner for something lost that makes the mutual usage a little pointed. I'm not sure why it's so sharp with you.

[thegreatestproject]

Don't ask me. I barely know anything about you.

But then, we both have trouble letting people in.

[dirtyandtrue]

Curse of the well dressed, or the abused?

[thegreatestproject]

The abused, definitely. Using style as a form of armor is more of a symptom than the cause.

[dirtyandtrue]

Or pure, unadulterated good taste.

Which you'll have to abandon once you define things with that man, I'm sure. [He meant Eliot's taste for the vampire, specifically.]

[thegreatestproject]

With Gabriel?

I'm gonna avoid defining things with him as long as possible.

[dirtyandtrue]

If that's his name.

Is that out of self protection or greed?

[thegreatestproject]

It's because I'm pretty sure he'd want me all to himself, and I like him enough to give it a try, but I've never been with just one person — not without at least the option of others. While I'm not opposed to monogamy on an idealogical level, I'm scared of putting all my eggs in one basket, 'cause then if my heart gets broken, there's nothing to fall back on.

In short... it's both.

[dirtyandtrue]

That's.. painfully realistic.

[thegreatestproject]

Sound familiar?

[dirtyandtrue]

Not quite, no.

After my would be wife was lured back into prostitution and killed by her john, I set out for too many years of self abuse which ended up including my death and turning. I've spent more years killing and fucking then people have been alive. I'm jaded and bitter and love is beyond me. Who would love this?

[thegreatestproject]

Does that feel like an inevitable conclusion to you? I mean, you must've seen the worst of humanity. Not just the cruelty, but how we keep fucking ourselves over while barely learning anything. If I lived that long, I'd be jaded and bitter, too.

[dirtyandtrue]

It does.

And I have, yes, but I've also seen the best of humanity. The beauty and wonder and things that are possible, that you create; a thousand passions and loose limbs, laughter and kindness. Theater and martinis.

How can anyone think too badly of the race.