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FILE: lady_bug_log_001.mp3
DATE: ██/██/20██
TIME: ~████ HOURS
LOCATION: Ness Anne Public Park, MA
[LADY BUG RECORDING STARTING. LOADING. LOADING.. LOADING…]
[ACTIVE TRANSCRIPT USING CONTEXT CUES AND ADDED VISUAL AID PROVIDED THROUGH ‘SYSTEM=bulbus oculi’ COMMENCING.]
[START TRANSCRIPT?]
[Audio initializes with crystalline clarity — quality inconsistent with standard microphone placement. Ambient sound suggests proximity to subject's ear.]
[Subject Anthony ████ is audible, muttering. Speech is incoherent, fragmented. Breathing is rapid and shallow.]
[Anthony ████]: "No.. I have to run, I have to get away. You were right, I knew you were right, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."
[Footsteps audible. Subject is in motion. Road noise — passing vehicles — indicates proximity to a thoroughfare. Footsteps continue for approximately 90 seconds before transitioning to softer ground cover and wind rustling through vegetation. Park environment confirmed.]
[A second person becomes audible — rapid approach, footsteps on concrete.]
[Opal]: "I— holy crap, dude, what happened to your hand?! Are you okay?! Okay that's— that's a good amount of blood."
[Subject's audio shifts — fabric rustling, suggesting a change in head position.]
[Metal surface — thunk. Consistent with a bag being placed on the bench.]
[Opal]: "Heres a small first aid kit. Do you know how to fix up your hand or do you need help?"
[Anthony ████]: "I can.. I can do it myself.."
[Subject takes another unsteady breath. A click — first aid kit opening. Rustling of bandaging materials, gauze, medical supplies.]
[Dull sound of an object dropped on metal.]
[Opal]: "Ok, Anthony? I think I'm gonna need to dress your wounds, if that's okay. If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can explain everything I do while I do it."
[Anthony ████]: "Yes— Yes please, I can't— I'm sorry, it's just for a little, they won't touch me for long, I'm sorry I'm sorry—"
[Opal]: "Alright, hold your hand out to me, please."
[Fabric shifts. Subject complies. Audio quality shifts slightly — microphone angle changing as Anthony extends his hand.]
[Scraping sound audible.]
[Opal]: "Ok, since we don't have a running faucet here, I'm just gonna put some water on your wound to clean it a bit. I promise I haven't drank from this, and it's a clean bottle. Is that ok?"
[Anthony ████]: "Y—yeah, um, it's alright. She doesn't like you touching me but, I— I don't mind, really.."
[Opal]: "I'm sorry, whoever…She is. I promise I have no ill intentions."
[Fabric rustling. Water splashes — slow, controlled application.]
[Opal]: "Ok, that step is done. I think I have a washcloth in here, hold on…"
[More rustling from a bag. Extended pause — approximately 15 seconds of ambient park sounds.]
[A small laugh from Opal — seemingly triumphant. Washcloth removal sound. Additional water splashing.]
[Opal]: "Ok, i wet one side of the wash cloth to be able to dab at your wound, and the other side so i can pat it dry. Is that okay?"
[Anthony ████]: "Y—yeah, I um, I think that works.."
[Opal]: "Ok, thank you."
[Ambient sound dominates — wind through trees, occasional rustling. Subject makes small sounds — hisses of pain, followed by quiet apologies. This continues for approximately 30 seconds.]
[Opal]: "Aaaand there we go, all dry! Not bleeding either, so i can dress the wound now, that ok? I'll just put some polysporin on it and then some bandaids. They're big ones, don't worry."
[Medical sounds — bandaging application, polysporin container opening and closing. Subject remains silent during this process. Opal occasionally hums. Approximately one minute passes. Opal sits back audibly — weight shift on metal bench.]
[Opal]: "Well, not my best work, but.. there you go, Anthony! Want me to keep you company until you're good to go?"
[Anthony ████]: "Y—yes please. I promise I won't.. hurt you, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.."
[Opal]: "Don't apologize, i don't mind. I trust you enough, too."
[Wind noise. Ambient park sounds. Both subjects remain seated. No further dialogue for approximately 3 minutes.]
[New audio source detected — environmental, not subject-proximal. Sound quality degraded. Footsteps audible — rapid approach. Heavy breathing. Subject identified as Camfee Turing based on subsequent dialogue.]
[Opal]: "I— what?! Wh— i— what do you mean?? I'm just sitting here? I— i helped him, but that's it?"
[Opal's speech is rapid, fragmented. Her breathing accelerates.]
[Camfee Turing]: "She doesn't look like she's gotten any fucking help!"
[Sound of contact — Camfee's hand releasing Opal's shirt. A step backward. Audible joint cracking — consistent with a fist being clenched and rotated in preparation for impact.]
[Anthony ████]: "I— I— I—"
[Subject's breathing becomes labored, panicked.]
[Anthony ████]: "No no no— I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry.."
[Subject curls inward — rustling of fabric, knees drawn up, face presumably pressed against knees.]
[Sound of impact — knuckles against bone and tissue. Camfee's right hook connecting with Opal's face. The crack is audible.]
[Opal's vocalization is immediate — a near-scream, staggered and raw. She falls. Camfee steps away, swearing continuously, shaking out his right hand.]
[Opal]: [voice strained] "I— sir? Is— is your hand okay? I promise you i— i was just—"
[A whimper of pain. Sounds of swallowing — blood, presumed.]
[Opal]: "I was just helping him with— with his hand, i promise."
[Camfee Turing]: [breathing hard] "You— but he's freaking the fuck out. He was bleeding. Scared."
[A beat. Wind. Park ambience.]
[Opal]: "I— look— his hand, i— i did that. Not— not the injury, but the bandaids. I don't— i don't have much on me, but i tried helping. I'm— i'm a nurse at Ness Anne Hospital, i was—"
[Opal's voice breaks. She appears to be backing away.]
[Opal]: "I was just trying to help, i— i'm so sorry.. i didn't mean to hurt you or— or him."
[Camfee Turing]: [hands raised — audible fabric shift as arms move defensively] "Shit, I'm sorry, I— shit, dude. Your face. Do you need help up?"
[Opal]: "I— no, no it's— it's uhm, okay. I've dealt with worse at my job, don't worry about me. Is your— your hand, is it okay?"
[Opal stands — wobbling slightly — and immediately sits back down on the bench. Her breathing is shaky and heavy.]
[Camfee Turing]: [taking another step back, voice softer] "Don't— don't worry about my hand. I'm not the one who just got socked in the face by the ex-football player. Are you sure you're okay?"
[Opal]: "I'll— i'll be fine. It's probably just— just a concussion, i— i don't know, god…"
[Opal's voice fractures. Crying becomes audible — she is actively weeping.]
[Opal]: "Just— please, go to the hospital for your friends hand and yours. You— uhm, can probably find me, since i'm an ER nurse. If— if you need anything. If— i can just— i'll leave if you need me to."
[Camfee Turing]: "You— no, you aren't leaving. Seriously. I'm going to walk up to you, I'm done throwing punches. I promise."
[Footsteps — deliberate, slow approach. Camfee kneels. Audio suggests he is positioning himself in front of Opal, at a distance.]
[Camfee Turing]: "I don't think your jaw is broken or anything... missing any teeth?"
[Opal]: "No, uhm— i don't? think so, at least? I just— god, i'm sorry. I just wanted to try and help."
[Opal removes her hand from her face — fabric shifting. She hugs herself. A sniffle. Her voice contains a small, fragile attempt at reassurance.]
[Opal]: "I appreciate the help, at least.. outside of punching me, i'm sure you're very nice. I— you care about him a lot, it's obvious."
A warning from the moderator: this call log contains verbal and non-descriptive physical abuse. This also includes transphobia. Proceed with caution.
An invitation for a call popped up. One ring, two rings, three rings. . .
And as always, he answered.
> Hello?
> Lovebug! Hi, hey. How’re you?
Opal’s voice was as happy as usual to hear her partner, and it was obvious.
> Hey, Opal... I'm.. I'm alright.
It was clear as day he was not.
> I- hey, no you aren’t. Its- i can tell, okay? The way you’re speaking, ‘n’ stuff. Whats wrong?
. . .
> I think they know. They both- my parents know I wanna leave. Keep calling me a pussy and a wimp, I just.. I can't take this anymore, I need to get out of here.
> Okay, i- ok, we can do this early. Are they in the house right now? Either of them?
> Yeah.. They are. I want to see you so badly, my love. But they say if I try to leave them, I'll die out there.
> I- ok, what the fuck? No, i- no, you’re not gonna die. I’ll teach you the stuff you don’t know, and- and you’ll get back into school, and we’ll both be alright. We’re gonna live a long life together, and you’ll never have to talk to those fucking scumbags aga-
A hiss of what sounded to be pain. Sounds like someone hit a ner- well, not a nerve, a bruise.
> Sorry, i- sorry, haha. I just- god, i love you. I’m not letting you do this alone, okay?
> Thank- hic- thank you, Opal. You've done so much to help me through this. I'm leaving tonight. I'm just... I'm so scared that they'll find me. Or hurt me for trying.
> They won’t do either of those things, and if they even try to, i’ll be right here. You got the ticket stuff i sent you, right?
> Yeah. Yeah, I did. Ness Anne.. It's so far, but I'll make it. I'll do it, all for you.
A small, warm laugh.
> All for me? Wow, I’m flattered hun. I promise you won’t regret it.
A small pause, before a joke was made.
> Well- you might. A lot of weird shit happens in this town.
> Oh, really? I hope I don't get infected by your town's weird shit policy. Ha.
He sniffled, holding back a sob.
She laughed, though it quickly faded.
> Hey… hun? It’ll be okay. I’ll be here with you every step of the way.
A WARNING. The abuse starts here.
> Thank you, agai--
Someone slammed the door open.
> █████, YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF!
> WAIT, NO, DAD I'M SORRY-- I'M NOT LEAVING I SWEAR!
> YEAH FUCKING RIGHT, I HEARD EVERYTHING BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND! YOU BETTER START ACTING LIKE A MAN!
> DAD PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T GET MAD--
A slap could be heard, and his phone dropped to the floor.
Opal stayed silent, eyes wide. She didn’t want to make this worse, but god, she wished she was there right now.
> PLEASE DON'T DO THIS- I SWEAR, I'LL STAY! DON'T HURT ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE---
> Stay down, son. It'll all be over soon.
> Wha- what do you mean- AGHHH!!!!!
> John, what are you doing?!
> Get out, Winny. I'm taking care of our girly son.
> Oh, █████... Just what have you gotten yourself into? You can't be a girl.
> H- ok, hi. I’m from Massachusetts, but- but i was- ok, i was just on call with my boyfriend, and- i think his parents are trying to kill him. That- they- he was screaming, officer. And- and his mother said “at least you’ll die my little boy.”
> Okay, ma’am, I need you to calm down. What’s the address of the emergency?
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Exactly! Go focus on celebrities or something, you’re just a normal person. A very cool one, mind you, but one that shouldn’t be put under a microscope for existing. :|
Exactly! Go focus on celebrities or something, you’re just a normal person. A very cool one, mind you, but one that shouldn’t be put under a microscope for existing. :|
