A TIGHT LIPPED SMILE BLEEDS COLOR FROM BOBBY’S LIPS.  EYES DANCE OVER TO MEREDITH BEFORE THE MAN SHAKES HIS HEAD.  “not  entirely  true.  each  fire  fighter  is  equipped  with  a  GPS  locator.  so,  my  team  knows  where  we  are.  it’s  just  a  matter  of  us  getting  to  them  or  vise  versa.”  gloved  hands  grip  at  meredith’s  shoulder.  “don’t  worry.  we’ll  get  out  of  this.  i  just  need  you  to  trust  me.”  captian  nash  has  always  worked  well  under  pressure.

his hands shake and his shoulder burns. but if he could call anyone about this it’s allison. the one other human in their pack who would understand. scott would but he fears that the use of excessive force would be too much. he’d not tried hard enough to deal with it peacefully or SOMETHING. fuck, he’s not okay. he paces before the call connects. “allison? hey, are you free? even if you aren’t i need your help. really bad.”

“If this is about some moral crisis, count me out.”  Even though, her mood was unaccountably chilled, there was a hint of annoyance filling her voice. A kind of lazy complaint -almost as if she’d heard about this matter so many times already that it’d grown boring, tedious. Intolerable. “I am just trying to help.” 

I actually only read my own.  So it always flabbergasts me when I get IMs or asks telling me they love reading my interactions with other people.  I’m flattered of course, but I rarely read other people’s interactions.  I will, however, poke through someone’s blog, look at their style and writing and see if we’d mesh well together before I follow them.

Well,  I wouldn’t say roleplay has changed my real life.  I’ve certainly changed how I operate online, though.  Stepping back and smelling the roses, if you will.  I try not to invest too heavily into a blog, pour my heart and soul into some only to have it fizzle out months later.  I’ve learned not to put too much stock into people, interactions and muses because this is a hobby.  People will come and go in your life, much like they do in the real world.  So, I’ve learned to cherish what I have in the moment, mourn a loss ( if that so happens ), and move on.