Start Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVPqVX9DFEQ&feature=related 

You sit at the edge of your hotel balcony, legs dangling off into space. Wind tingles with cold on your skin. You shiver. ...Sometimes, Life is the lion. You are the lamb.

It's early fall.

Your wrists bleed lightly.

A single drop of scarlet falls. It smashes against the ground, splattering to a million pieces.

You don't care.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Yes, this is a different kind of roleplay. You choose your path, but some things you don't choose in life. I will be life. You will be the liver (lD). This is obviously an emotional roleplay, hence the theme song and ti
tle. If you haven't heard the song yet, I deeply encourage you to, now. Its the entire mood. So, if you're confused, don't be. That was you, with your auburn curls, sitting on the edge of a hotel balcony, legs dangling and wrists weeping. Your life is not perfect right now. No one is. You are not emo. You have been sitting there, staring out, and your wrists are rubbing against the rough concrete. You just refuse to care. Single tears roll down your neck occasionally.

Play out this character as you wish. You will be her, anyhow.

This is a one on one, but more of a you and the world. You will change the theme accordingly, depending on your mood and posts. Please, no random mood changing.

Ask questions in OoC, please.))

((Joinage.. i wanna give this a try))

((Of course. Btw, if the previous player dies or ends his/her story somehow, the gender will change accordingly, and a new story will start. Some people may have goals to get to a new mood song, or may have a certain song they like themselves they want to try for :3 So, feel free to begin, if you're ready, Emerald. Choose a name for yourself.))

((You sound like a fortune cookie XP 1st person right? ok here i go))

I look below me, down at the ground that seems to stretch farther and farther away from my dangling feet. So many things could happen, I feel dizzy just thinking about all the posibilities, I could slip and fall to my death in a thousand different ways. I dont care though. I sit on my perch thinking about useless things that dont have any meaning to me. I'm not suicidal, not even depressed, just indifferent to the happenings around me. I turn my neck, looking at a biker, zooming down the street, and the boy walking his dog before going out with his friends. All these things that happened under my nose, so many things that could have meaning dont to me. "Oh well, thats just the way it goes." I sigh, looking down at my red, raw  wrists, but I dont care.

(Hmm I said I dont care a lot XP, was that ok, just wanted to know if that was the style you were looking for before I continue writing like that.)

((That works great. I will always react, even if its minor. ^^))

A lone seagull squawks as he flies in useless circles. His foot lands in tiny puddle of blood, and he shakes it off comically. Behind you is your room, very white, very general. Tidy and simple.

Three tight knocks come from the door. "Room Service, ma'm!" The accent is heavy and foriegn.

((Alright))

I turn my head with a sigh, swinging my legs back around to the solid stone of the balcony then the carpeted floor of the room. I allow a smile to spread across my face as I place my hand on the knob and pull the door open. "Thanks." I say simply, pulling out the tip for the soda and cheese burger I had ordered. I take my treat back out to the balcony, watching a seagull fly up, I notice its one foot is slightly reder than the other. "Must have hurt itself." I say to my self taking a bite of burger and a sip of my soda.

Rhonda stares at the blood on the carpet for a minute with a shocked look of "Oh-my-god-that-will-never-come-out" and backs out. She leaves the door open.

As James walks by, he sniffs the air. Cheeseburger. Yum. He sneaks up to the open door, and notices the small drips of blood on the ground leading up to the girl.

Yummier.

"Hello?" he asks tentatively. He knocks on the wood besides him. His long, shaggy brown hair shakes.

((Lurks. Since this is interesting and all. XD))

James looks the girl up and down. Curly short hair, tiny golden highlights in the red-brown. A tank and a jacket. Not bad.

"Um," he rubbed the back of his head nervously. "I think you might have had a bit of an accident there." he pointed weakly to the blood.

((This guy can be your friend, partner, lifelong follower, admirer, stalker, enemy, or even killer. Its all up to you, and how James reacts. Every little thing you do comes into play.))

((Katniss, this is a 1x1. But, certainly be part of "the crowd". I want lurkers to be able to encourage and influence the desicions of the player, like TV where you can actuallly try to convince the characters. :3 Part of the crowd will most likely be the next player when this one expires or leaves.

EDIT: Un. Full, I guess I could be doing more than one story at once, Katniss, if you like, I can begin one for you too. I would prefer separate forums, however. :3))

((Lol, I think stalker/killer sounds fun, I've never had a stalker/killer before XP although I think thats the point))

I swallow my pepsi, thinking about my answer before I say it. "It's nothing. I'm pretty sure that you didnt know about that until you got here. Was there something else you needed?" I ask, beginning to become annoyed with this guy.

James stays silent for a moment, not sure of what to say.

I frown, taking a few steps forward towards this guy who she didnt even know. "Exactly, I think you should leave now, this isnt your room." I say, feeling too hot in the jacket I'm wearing. I take it off and throw it on the bed, still frowning at the boy as my arms cross themselves infront of my stomache. I feel a buzz in the back pocket of my shorty shorts but I ignore it, knowing its probably my overly worried step mother. "Well?"