Theatrical Muse Application
How do you handle confrontations?
I have a very simple way of handling confrontations. Because someone once told me that the best way to get back at people is to throw them completely off their guard. You look at me, and I look like just another little white trash girl trying to make it in the world. People try and start shit with me all of the time because they know that it will always just roll off my back. I smirk, I smile, I seem unaffected and they think for that one small second they've won.
Then the moon rises full and pregnant in the sky and I can feel it before it happens. Like this tingle that settles over my skin, but it's not the usual tingle followed by the heroin needle leaving my skin. It's this total powerful feeling that encompasses everything you are and everything you've ever been. Freedom. I can feel myself start to change, a snout where my mouth once was, long razor sharp talons where my hands were. This is my true face, and would I wear any other face to confront someone? That wouldn't be very fair at all.
Then there's the screaming and the begging and the crying as I tear a hole through their sternum. The screaming doesn't effect the wolf, nothing ever does. All I smell is blood and all I want is to run wild and tear the world apart. Nothing says confrontation like people screaming in terror.
What is your weapon of choice?
Thrall, baby.
It's so simple really, and I'm still not sure if I was just born with this gift or if it's a result from being turned into a werewolf. I was turned so long ago I can barely even remember if it was always this easy to get people to do what I wanted them to do. I'm pretty sure it's the werewolf thing, even though I've met plenty of other wolves who just didn't have it.
Not even just when I'm singing, although that's when it's easiest. To just lull and hypnotize the crowd to my music, watching them sway back and forth to one of Shy's sets. Afterwards sometimes I mingle through the crowd just to see what kind of things I can get people to do. Money's easy, sex is even easier. Some nights I just feel so unstoppable, like I could literally convince these humans to do anything I tell them to do. That's why I never worry about Shy's next gig, because they'll always be more gigs and more drugs and more alcohol. All I ever have to do is bat my eyes and let the pretty words drip from my lips and they all start eating out of the palm of my hand.
What is good and what is evil?
Everybody's a little bit of everything, it all just depends on your perception and what you're willing to accept about yourself. There was this girl I went to school with back when I was just a little trailer park girl smoking Marlboro Lights on Mama's back stoop. Sometimes I would watch her through the chain-link fence. Watch her blonde pigtails bobbing as she went door to door selling fucking Girl Scout Cookies. Her name was Mary Anne and she was little Miss Susie Sunshine of the one stoplight town I grew up in.
When I got to high school Mary Anne volunteered her time at the local hospital and got straight A's and was class president. Meanwhile, I was sneaking out with my band members and getting high in the baseball dugout. I'd already been bitten by Stokely by then, and I had long since stopped being scared of what I was. How I could destroy all of the idiots I went to school with on the night of a full moon. Sometimes when I walked by Mary Anne in the hallway I would catch a whiff of her vanilla perfume and think about how sweet she'd taste.
If your world is black and white I guess that means Mary Anne was good and I was evil, but there's not really any black and white in a gray world.
The night after graduation I wandered through downtown, drunk on a few bottles of Jack Daniels when I saw her. Actually I smelled her before I saw her, bright blue shining eyes as she approached me with that same smile. She thought I'd make an easy target, but she didn't know I was a wolf I could smell the death on her. I think Mary Anne caught on after awhile because she ended up killing her boyfriend that night instead of me. Some lucky vampire got their hands on her right after graduation. Big shiny future, sweet little girl and all it takes it one bite to take it all away.
So was Mary Anne good? Was I evil? There's no such thing. Everybody's got a little bit of everything in them. Everyone has a hidden face, even the sweetest people who seem the most unassuming. At night they probably dream about ripping your throat out.
I have a very simple way of handling confrontations. Because someone once told me that the best way to get back at people is to throw them completely off their guard. You look at me, and I look like just another little white trash girl trying to make it in the world. People try and start shit with me all of the time because they know that it will always just roll off my back. I smirk, I smile, I seem unaffected and they think for that one small second they've won.
Then the moon rises full and pregnant in the sky and I can feel it before it happens. Like this tingle that settles over my skin, but it's not the usual tingle followed by the heroin needle leaving my skin. It's this total powerful feeling that encompasses everything you are and everything you've ever been. Freedom. I can feel myself start to change, a snout where my mouth once was, long razor sharp talons where my hands were. This is my true face, and would I wear any other face to confront someone? That wouldn't be very fair at all.
Then there's the screaming and the begging and the crying as I tear a hole through their sternum. The screaming doesn't effect the wolf, nothing ever does. All I smell is blood and all I want is to run wild and tear the world apart. Nothing says confrontation like people screaming in terror.
What is your weapon of choice?
Thrall, baby.
It's so simple really, and I'm still not sure if I was just born with this gift or if it's a result from being turned into a werewolf. I was turned so long ago I can barely even remember if it was always this easy to get people to do what I wanted them to do. I'm pretty sure it's the werewolf thing, even though I've met plenty of other wolves who just didn't have it.
Not even just when I'm singing, although that's when it's easiest. To just lull and hypnotize the crowd to my music, watching them sway back and forth to one of Shy's sets. Afterwards sometimes I mingle through the crowd just to see what kind of things I can get people to do. Money's easy, sex is even easier. Some nights I just feel so unstoppable, like I could literally convince these humans to do anything I tell them to do. That's why I never worry about Shy's next gig, because they'll always be more gigs and more drugs and more alcohol. All I ever have to do is bat my eyes and let the pretty words drip from my lips and they all start eating out of the palm of my hand.
What is good and what is evil?
Everybody's a little bit of everything, it all just depends on your perception and what you're willing to accept about yourself. There was this girl I went to school with back when I was just a little trailer park girl smoking Marlboro Lights on Mama's back stoop. Sometimes I would watch her through the chain-link fence. Watch her blonde pigtails bobbing as she went door to door selling fucking Girl Scout Cookies. Her name was Mary Anne and she was little Miss Susie Sunshine of the one stoplight town I grew up in.
When I got to high school Mary Anne volunteered her time at the local hospital and got straight A's and was class president. Meanwhile, I was sneaking out with my band members and getting high in the baseball dugout. I'd already been bitten by Stokely by then, and I had long since stopped being scared of what I was. How I could destroy all of the idiots I went to school with on the night of a full moon. Sometimes when I walked by Mary Anne in the hallway I would catch a whiff of her vanilla perfume and think about how sweet she'd taste.
If your world is black and white I guess that means Mary Anne was good and I was evil, but there's not really any black and white in a gray world.
The night after graduation I wandered through downtown, drunk on a few bottles of Jack Daniels when I saw her. Actually I smelled her before I saw her, bright blue shining eyes as she approached me with that same smile. She thought I'd make an easy target, but she didn't know I was a wolf I could smell the death on her. I think Mary Anne caught on after awhile because she ended up killing her boyfriend that night instead of me. Some lucky vampire got their hands on her right after graduation. Big shiny future, sweet little girl and all it takes it one bite to take it all away.
So was Mary Anne good? Was I evil? There's no such thing. Everybody's got a little bit of everything in them. Everyone has a hidden face, even the sweetest people who seem the most unassuming. At night they probably dream about ripping your throat out.