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would your muse consider themselves entitled? would others describe them that way?
Rose would be thankful for what she has, but also acknowledges that she has had a lot of privileges others aren’t afforded. She’s very mindful and grateful for what she has while also working towards making her dreams come true.
[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."
Rose is startled by her back suddenly colliding with the vending machine. She looked around, seeing why her friend had shoved her. Security.
Back against the plexiglass display still, she tilted her head to the side to assess the snacks on display.
“…They never restock the barbecue chips,” she grumbled. “It’s criminal, honestly. Don’t get me started on salt and vinegar, they taste like sadness and battery acid. These however” she said pointing to the reeces cups. Directing their attention to them as well just in time for the security guard to walk by none the wiser.
Once the patrol was out of sight she turned to her friend Alice “ and how exactly does one act natural pinned against a vending machine? Also why are we hiding from security?” She questioned $1.50 less in her pocket because she couldn’t leave the peanut butter cups there now that she had seen them.
how often does your muse lie? Do they regret lying or do they feel their lies are justified?
Rose doesn’t make a habit of lying. However her safety is rooted in her secrecy. She’s more likely to omit than to lie. She does lie to her aunts about where she spends time and that she is currently dating someone.
“⁇” (kronk)
[Scene: Sports Bar – Late Evening]
The bar was buzzing with the chaotic energy of a tied game and discounted drinks. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting streaks of color across the crowded room. Laughter, shouting, and the clinking of glasses created an intoxicating atmosphere that vibrated through the wooden floorboards.
Misty sat near the back, slouched deep into the booth seat with her legs sprawled beneath the table. Her curls clinging to her temples in the heat of the room. Half-empty pitchers of beer littered the table beside her, puddles of condensation pooling under the half drank glass. A plate of picked-over wings sat untouched now, cold and forgotten. She wasn’t entirely sure who was winning—or even what inning they were in—but the noise, the lights, and the cheap drinks had wrapped around her like a comfortable fog. This wasn’t how she usually spent her nights but she was having fun with her best friend.
She reached for her phone again, squinting at the screen, her thumb swiping clumsily through contacts.
Misty: Kronk wtf did you go, the games almost back on, and some dude keeps trying to get me to leave with him. Come get him before I get thrown out.
The message sent. Almost immediately she typed again—more rushed, more aggressive this time.
Misty: KRINK you meathead where r u?!??
Her spelling had deteriorated with each drink, but her frustration was crystal clear. A tall shadow moved toward her from the corner of her eye—broad-shouldered, slow-moving, someone reaching toward her with careful hands.
“Hey, Misty, c’mon—let’s get you ho—”
She didn’t let the man finish his sentence before
Her eyes blazed as she snapped upright, popping up to an offensive stance with a grace unheard of in her inebriated state. The haze in her head cleared just enough for her mouth to snap into motion.
“Touch me again,” she snarled, her voice low and dangerous, “and you’ll be learning to write with your other hand.”
Without hesitation, she shoved the man hard in the chest, nearly knocking him backward.
Is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ?
Definitely a realist, feelings don’t override facts. With a healthy hint of pessimism to shake things up
does your muse accept responsibility for mistakes, or are they prone to making excuses to avoid it?
Misty takes accountability for her wrongs, maybe not right away. She morally gray; laws don’t equal morality and she is known to excuse her own transgressions if they benefit the greater good. But in interpersonal ways she takes accountability.
She’s more than willing to do bad things to help people.
AskMeme1: 19, 27, 29
Do you believe in love at first sight?
"Maybe not 'love' but... something. A feeling, a spark. An energy. There can definitely be something just, like, intangible at first sight. Right?"
Have you ever written a love letter?
"Yes but not because I was in love."
Do you collect anything? And what are some hobbies you have?
"I used to," if you switched out 'collect' with 'steal', "Not so much now. Maybe a photo, a ticket stub, an old wallet from another life but I try not to hold onto stuff. Hobbies-- how long have you got? Used to be being a 'Jack' or Travis, of all trades was a way to survive. I learned everything I could. Guitar, painting, mechanics, there was a brief mime gig-- Uh, moment, in time. I guess I'm half good at bullshitting my way through most hobbies, you know?"