just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[sortabeautiful]

[ jacob's pissed off. pissed off and on the verge of wolfing out and leaping over those boundary lines to go to the cullen house himself. i guess by now claire knows he's a werewolf. ]

I'm going to kill him.

[cheerleader]

[Yeah. She totally does. Or if she didn't, she's really accepting of all this West Wide Story on steroids bullshit. But whatever. She's going to stalk along on his anger tirade and reach out to grab his arm, as if her itty bitty boy shaped body is really going to anchor him down.]

Who?

[She figures that she knows who, it's the same dick he always wants to kill, but she also just wants him to say it out loud, as if maybe his talking about it will help the situation.]

[sortabeautiful]

[ he does stop, but his entire arm is shaking beneath her touch. it's almost as if he forgot she was there from the bewildered look he shoots her, and it seems to take him a moment to realize what she's asking through his haze of anger. ]

Cullen.