sure

sure

I mean it can be descriptive if you want to. I really don't mind i just want to rp cause im bored

lol same this is like my second time actually roleplaying

The Artist (Blue J): (falls off couch)

The Artist (Blue J): ow..(gets up off of floor turns phone off puts it in back pocket)

The Artist (Blue J): Um..i think so..(rubs back of head awkwardly) Unless i have a broken skull and don't know it...I think I'm fine...(murmers under breath) what really is fine...no stop talking your gonna make yourself question things..

The Artist (Blue J): anyway. Nice to meet you. I'm Blu J, but my friends call me 'The Artist' or 'Nerd'.

The Artist(Blue J): Uh...thanks? I appreciate the thought...but I'm honestly fine... She puts the pillows back on the couch after they had fallen off with her.

Stitches teleports into the corner of the room Stitches: Nerd! Though i heard you..(sees Silver) um..mind telling me why we have a rabbit in a hoodie standing in our living room? Blue J: dude quit being rude- Stitches:-hey! not trying to be, honest. (puts hands up a bit as if to surrender) my mistake (teleports out of room)

Blue J closed her eyes, putting her hand over her face Blue J: Sorry about him....he's such a jerk...

Mask: (walks downstairs, bits of blood splattered across his neck and bandages covering one of his wrists, waves at Blue J and then walks past her and out of the front door, slamming it a bit behind him) Blue J: (uncovers face watches him walk out of the house) Dear Lord...I'll be right back. I need to go see what happened...I thought i took all of the knives out of the house....(runs out of room and into the hallway, touching the ring on her right hand and disappearing in black and white smoke)

The black and white smoke reapeared and she walked out of it, appearing in the front corner of the room with a carpenter's knife in her hand. Using her free hand, all of the smoke flew to it and diappeared in her palm Blue J: (whispers slightly, looking at knife) he can't keep doing things like this....(slaps forhead is a bit louder) stupid stupid! stupid! stupid! you should have double checked! stupid! stupid! what good are you if you can't even get your friends to stop hurting themselves!!! So stupid!! Stupid!! She stopped slapping her forehead and used her hand to cover her eyes, leaning back against the wall and whispering: I'm so stupid...worthless...I can't do anything right....there's something else wrong with me...something not mental...just...something... She looked up, uncovering her eyes and setting the knife in her pocket, a forced smile on her face. Blue J:(thinking) i won't drag someone else into this family of horrors, it's not right (says) anyway. Everything is fine, don't worry.