029 - Hangover
I would like to offer a formal apology to the City at large for my activities while cursed in what is being called the "mirror" City. If I personally affected you in any way, please just let me know what I can do to make it up to you and I'll do my best.
[Private to Riza Hawkeye & Seras Victoria//unhackable]
I'd tender my resignation if we weren't so short on people, but I've judged myself unfit for duty at the moment. If there's an emergency, I'll be there, of course, but right now I think I just need to get my head on straight. I'm sorry if I made either of your lives any more difficult than they already are while I was cursed.
[Private to Nicholas//unhackable]
I heard what you did, to send Julia and Logan to get me. You didn't have to. Thank you.
[Private to Styles//unhackable]
I wouldn't have asked him to do that for me.
And I know what you're probably thinking. I'll owe him for this, owe him a lot, but I'm not holding this over your head. I'm not saying I trust you, because I don't. But you shouldn't see me as a threat unless you're doing something that I should be worried about right now.
[Private to Stark//unhackable]
Can I trust you to be enough of a gentleman not to bring that up ever again? Especially in front of Logan. But thank you for trying.
[Private to Julia//unhackable]
Do you still have my Glock? I'd like it back, if you do. I brought it from home, so I guess you could say it holds sentimental value.
[Private to Logan//unhackable]
I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. I know I probably said already, but I wanted to write it down somewhere. I made a complete mess of it. And you came to get me anyways. I don't... I don't know how to make it up to you. And don't say I don't have to, because I do. Even if you don't blame me, I blame me. I just don't understand how you can want me around after all that, because I hate me right now. I'm sorry.
[Private//v. v. unhackable]
A hangover on top of everything else, and I'm pretty fucking sure the entire male population of the city saw by boobs at least once. I stole a Porsche! And a Ducati! What was I thinking?! The Corinthian's Ducati, no less. I'm just fucking lucky he was cursed too, or else I'd probably be having nightmares for the rest of my life on top of everything else. My hair smells like cigarette smoke and I've got blood under my fingernails and bruises everywhere... I killed people without thinking twice about it.
And Logan, Christ, I can't even look him straight in the face. I can't look anyone straight in the face. I made a complete fool of myself! Everything I said I would never do, I did it.
And the worst part is, I was really, really happy. It was perfect. I was in my element, I was doing whatever the hell I wanted to do and getting away with it. I was a villain, but it was so easy! How can I be a police officer after that? When a part of me just wants to be that person forever?
I'm not... I'm just not good enough.
[ooc: Shit, girl's got problems. D: She'll get over it soon enough, though. After this log eventually finishes, G is back home. Pretend this was posted a few days ago and plz to be giving her lots of hugs and luvvin to be making her feel better? ;_; Ignore the mirror!icons, we'll be returning to the regular PB soon enough. also: sry if she's not talkative, angst is as angst does]
[Private to Riza Hawkeye & Seras Victoria//unhackable]
I'd tender my resignation if we weren't so short on people, but I've judged myself unfit for duty at the moment. If there's an emergency, I'll be there, of course, but right now I think I just need to get my head on straight. I'm sorry if I made either of your lives any more difficult than they already are while I was cursed.
[Private to Nicholas//unhackable]
I heard what you did, to send Julia and Logan to get me. You didn't have to. Thank you.
[Private to Styles//unhackable]
I wouldn't have asked him to do that for me.
And I know what you're probably thinking. I'll owe him for this, owe him a lot, but I'm not holding this over your head. I'm not saying I trust you, because I don't. But you shouldn't see me as a threat unless you're doing something that I should be worried about right now.
[Private to Stark//unhackable]
Can I trust you to be enough of a gentleman not to bring that up ever again? Especially in front of Logan. But thank you for trying.
[Private to Julia//unhackable]
Do you still have my Glock? I'd like it back, if you do. I brought it from home, so I guess you could say it holds sentimental value.
[Private to Logan//unhackable]
I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. I know I probably said already, but I wanted to write it down somewhere. I made a complete mess of it. And you came to get me anyways. I don't... I don't know how to make it up to you. And don't say I don't have to, because I do. Even if you don't blame me, I blame me. I just don't understand how you can want me around after all that, because I hate me right now. I'm sorry.
[Private//v. v. unhackable]
A hangover on top of everything else, and I'm pretty fucking sure the entire male population of the city saw by boobs at least once. I stole a Porsche! And a Ducati! What was I thinking?! The Corinthian's Ducati, no less. I'm just fucking lucky he was cursed too, or else I'd probably be having nightmares for the rest of my life on top of everything else. My hair smells like cigarette smoke and I've got blood under my fingernails and bruises everywhere... I killed people without thinking twice about it.
And Logan, Christ, I can't even look him straight in the face. I can't look anyone straight in the face. I made a complete fool of myself! Everything I said I would never do, I did it.
And the worst part is, I was really, really happy. It was perfect. I was in my element, I was doing whatever the hell I wanted to do and getting away with it. I was a villain, but it was so easy! How can I be a police officer after that? When a part of me just wants to be that person forever?
I'm not... I'm just not good enough.
[ooc: Shit, girl's got problems. D: She'll get over it soon enough, though. After this log eventually finishes, G is back home. Pretend this was posted a few days ago and plz to be giving her lots of hugs and luvvin to be making her feel better? ;_; Ignore the mirror!icons, we'll be returning to the regular PB soon enough. also: sry if she's not talkative, angst is as angst does]