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rose geteilt (zero)
If you're getting this message, chances are I don't give two shits about getting back to you.
VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION
[She sounds urgent, and, considering the infrequency with which she calls Rose at all, it just might be.]
Rose, it's Jasmine. I need to speak with you. Did something happen this weekend?
Rose, it's Jasmine. I need to speak with you. Did something happen this weekend?
[Sometime at around 2 in the afternoon, Rose will get this lovely gem.]
tried but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't fit even if we cut it in half
tried but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't fit even if we cut it in half
Thanks for everything you've done. I love you.
Are you too old for trick or treating? I don't even know if this game is the kind of thing you'd care about.
[She gets the Facetime call pretty early in the day, though the picture is moving more than normal.]
Rosie-- [Dead silence for a second as Jasmine pauses, totally still, like she wishes she hadn't said it but there's no taking it back over voice.]
What color are my eyes?
Rosie-- [Dead silence for a second as Jasmine pauses, totally still, like she wishes she hadn't said it but there's no taking it back over voice.]
What color are my eyes?
[Well, calling his sisters has been a pain because of this nonsense. Yesterday he got Kiryu instead of his sister and well, that lead to some embarrassment because he was just excited he got through to someone-- that someone he thought was his sister.
Fool him once shame on you, fool him twice, well... he's going to take some pre-caution this time.]
Hey, it's Isaac. How've you been holding up?
[Well, if he gets a random person this time at least it won't be as embarrassing... still, he doesn't know he has Rose so it's still probably embarrassing sounding like he genuinely cares. He does care about Rose, but being sincere like that with her is... something he knows not to do.]
Fool him once shame on you, fool him twice, well... he's going to take some pre-caution this time.]
Hey, it's Isaac. How've you been holding up?
[Well, if he gets a random person this time at least it won't be as embarrassing... still, he doesn't know he has Rose so it's still probably embarrassing sounding like he genuinely cares. He does care about Rose, but being sincere like that with her is... something he knows not to do.]
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sharplydressed
2017-12-04 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
so
scale of 1 to 10
how does this rank compared to losing blue, green, horses or normal fruit
scale of 1 to 10
how does this rank compared to losing blue, green, horses or normal fruit
[ SURPRISE, ROSE. YOUR SISTERS ARE COMING TO VISIT YOU.
It's that time of the year when carolers come out in droves to spread cheer via song. Clover and Jasmine aren't exactly what you call carolers, but at least this family is full of decent singers?
It's one of their chores for charity, and Clover figures that even if Rose yells at them, she won't really mind underneath it all. It's a little nostalgic in some ways. ]
Come on, Jasmine. Don't be so reluctant. It'll be fine.
[ Probably. ]
It's that time of the year when carolers come out in droves to spread cheer via song. Clover and Jasmine aren't exactly what you call carolers, but at least this family is full of decent singers?
It's one of their chores for charity, and Clover figures that even if Rose yells at them, she won't really mind underneath it all. It's a little nostalgic in some ways. ]
Come on, Jasmine. Don't be so reluctant. It'll be fine.
[ Probably. ]
Edited (3am means all the brackets look the same) 2017-12-16 09:09 (UTC)
[Ragna isn't really the type to give presents to people, but there's something about the (post-)Christmas (sales) that managed to make him change his mind, apparently. Alternatively (and far more likely), he's remembered that Rose might have had birthday sometime in the past ten years or so. Whichever it really was, the result will be arriving at Rose's place in the form of a small package shortly after all holidays that could be gift-giving occasions have already passed. Oh well. Better late than never, right?
Inside, she'll find this lovely gift and a card that reads as follows:]
Happy Christmas and Merry New Year and all that crap.
Here's to another year of this bullshit.
- Ragna
[He's one step from becoming a poet, clearly.]
Inside, she'll find this lovely gift and a card that reads as follows:]
Happy Christmas and Merry New Year and all that crap.
Here's to another year of this bullshit.
- Ragna
[He's one step from becoming a poet, clearly.]
[ Matt didn't plan to go back to this cafe after that cashier acted suspiciously, ready to lie about prices and change to the blind man, and according to Rose someone with a terrible attitude all around. Apparently Matt was in need of a caffeine fix asap and this was the closest place where the coffee didn't taste terrible to his super senses. He was hoping when he walked in and got in line that the problem employee had the day off or was on permanent leave but sadly a familiar voice was at the register. He braces himself for the worst and waits.
When it's his turn to order he makes sure to take note of how much money he hands over. He keeps all the bills in his wallet folded differently according to value. He's out of fives and hands the cashier a ten. Shortly after he's handed change, too little change. ]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I gave you a ten, not a five. I need five more dollars back.
[ The cashier insists it was five dollar bill. Matt takes a breath. This is going to be a pain. ]
When it's his turn to order he makes sure to take note of how much money he hands over. He keeps all the bills in his wallet folded differently according to value. He's out of fives and hands the cashier a ten. Shortly after he's handed change, too little change. ]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I gave you a ten, not a five. I need five more dollars back.
[ The cashier insists it was five dollar bill. Matt takes a breath. This is going to be a pain. ]
[ after this ]
Rose. I want to tell you I admire how fearless you can be for what and whom you care about, and I admire how free you can be.
Rose. I want to tell you I admire how fearless you can be for what and whom you care about, and I admire how free you can be.
[Here's what she writes:
I'm starting to hate you so much I can hardly stand it. I don't even want to. I've never hated you. I now that, now that I've felt it. But now I know who you are, and you know. I look at you and I see her.
Traitor. Still, I say something like that and it makes me feel sick. I would rather not believe it. And what is a copy of the original since it's never truly the same? Sometimes I think we should truly pity ourselves. What if we had only been strangers instead? "Sisters"... I always thought something must have brought us together, or that maybe we were meant to find each other.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to overlook the truth, either. I must admit, I don't know what to do. I don't even know if I can be afraid.
Fake memories, implanted memories, whatever they are. In the end, I just wonder: Do you still believe in them?
This handwritten letter doesn't get sent. It goes in her bedside table with the "present" she received from Retrospec for Christmas, a similar letter to sisters she probably knows.
So here's what she texts:]
Have you gone back to work? Your boss was worried about you.
I'm starting to hate you so much I can hardly stand it. I don't even want to. I've never hated you. I now that, now that I've felt it. But now I know who you are, and you know. I look at you and I see her.
Traitor. Still, I say something like that and it makes me feel sick. I would rather not believe it. And what is a copy of the original since it's never truly the same? Sometimes I think we should truly pity ourselves. What if we had only been strangers instead? "Sisters"... I always thought something must have brought us together, or that maybe we were meant to find each other.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to overlook the truth, either. I must admit, I don't know what to do. I don't even know if I can be afraid.
Fake memories, implanted memories, whatever they are. In the end, I just wonder: Do you still believe in them?
This handwritten letter doesn't get sent. It goes in her bedside table with the "present" she received from Retrospec for Christmas, a similar letter to sisters she probably knows.
So here's what she texts:]
Have you gone back to work? Your boss was worried about you.
sometimes after majima is gone but BEFORE the sister meeting;
selfloving
2018-04-29 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey.
[No pretenses this time, which is unusual for her. But too much preamble might make her back off on offering her comfort.]
What happened at the club?
[No pretenses this time, which is unusual for her. But too much preamble might make her back off on offering her comfort.]
What happened at the club?
Guess which botch is drunk and gonna turn int oa robot and just noticed her boss isn't ducked up anymore
How the Fuck are you holding up
Be honest or don't I'm drunk not a cop
How the Fuck are you holding up
Be honest or don't I'm drunk not a cop
[This month, there's no old relationship that keeps her attached to Rose. The filter that would have been there before is gone, save the spark of hesitation that shakes her when she opens the message, remembering the code that scrolled when A2 attacked.
But she hates Zero. She hates her, hates her. Hates her so much that all she wants to do is lash out, at someone she hardly knows, about someone she hardly knows.]
I suppose this is what you wanted.
But she hates Zero. She hates her, hates her. Hates her so much that all she wants to do is lash out, at someone she hardly knows, about someone she hardly knows.]
I suppose this is what you wanted.
[Jasmine started her month feeling a bit she just got over a bad case of mono. The past couple of months seem weird in her mind, slightly off as if buried behind some kind of a fever, like she just wasn't acting right but can't understand why.
Even then, there are things that she remembers starkly. They're things she wishes were just as much part of the unclear haze.
She needs to see Clover as soon as she can. but there's someone else who'll want to go as well...someone who probably doesn't want to see her at all. Jasmine can only think of that, scornfully, even as autopilot brings her to Rose's apartment without hesitation.
She can't even meet Rose's gaze when she gets there, red eyes focused at her feet like a sulking child ashamed of what they've done wrong. Which is off, for Jasmine: Even as a child, knowing full well she was in trouble, she'd look up defiantly.]
Even then, there are things that she remembers starkly. They're things she wishes were just as much part of the unclear haze.
She needs to see Clover as soon as she can. but there's someone else who'll want to go as well...someone who probably doesn't want to see her at all. Jasmine can only think of that, scornfully, even as autopilot brings her to Rose's apartment without hesitation.
She can't even meet Rose's gaze when she gets there, red eyes focused at her feet like a sulking child ashamed of what they've done wrong. Which is off, for Jasmine: Even as a child, knowing full well she was in trouble, she'd look up defiantly.]
[ maybe in the literal sense, but not necessarily meaning that he wants to or even realizes this could be creepy if and when rose wakes up— which could be at any time now, he’s heard the nurses talking about her when she’s awake. in other words: she’s a toughie.
in a quiet, single bed recovery room, rose can wake up to the occasional beeps of machinery or the shift in her iv fluids being removed, only leaving the catheter in. a familiar face does it with care, too focused to see her eyes move and too dead set on doing this as stealthily as possible. he didn’t want to wake her.
but even when he’s done, he sits by her bedside and rests his arms on his legs. contemplating october’s many events and having the growing desire to speak with rose directly. as himself for once, even. he wonders what happened to her, but then again—
this whole month has been a disaster, him included in the cause. when rose wakes, or decides to open her eyes to speak with her, eren is there: in scrubs, a name tag, writing down some vitals on a clipboard and wearing a ridiculous decoration for halloween that his mother chimed him into wearing: wolf ears. it’s supposed to bring festive spirits to patients. at least, his manbun is still safe from clover’s wrath, and lina or violet aren’t the ones seeing him use it.
like, at least he’s not wearing the whole thing. just the ears. and the big halloween pin. they didn’t let him wear his gipsy danger helmet. ]
in a quiet, single bed recovery room, rose can wake up to the occasional beeps of machinery or the shift in her iv fluids being removed, only leaving the catheter in. a familiar face does it with care, too focused to see her eyes move and too dead set on doing this as stealthily as possible. he didn’t want to wake her.
but even when he’s done, he sits by her bedside and rests his arms on his legs. contemplating october’s many events and having the growing desire to speak with rose directly. as himself for once, even. he wonders what happened to her, but then again—
this whole month has been a disaster, him included in the cause. when rose wakes, or decides to open her eyes to speak with her, eren is there: in scrubs, a name tag, writing down some vitals on a clipboard and wearing a ridiculous decoration for halloween that his mother chimed him into wearing: wolf ears. it’s supposed to bring festive spirits to patients. at least, his manbun is still safe from clover’s wrath, and lina or violet aren’t the ones seeing him use it.
like, at least he’s not wearing the whole thing. just the ears. and the big halloween pin. they didn’t let him wear his gipsy danger helmet. ]
[getting her ass here was the hard part, but she's too close to Rose to let something like a horrible scarecrow- and monster-filled city stop her. even if it definitely feels like the middle of the night right now, and it probably is, Anna's wired. (not yet she's not.) she's wide the fuck awake and she somehow managed to get here without shedding any blood and she's... here. in Rose's hospital room. looking at her in a way that she hoped she'd never have to.]
Hey. [great start.] I miss all the fun when I'm running for my life.
Hey. [great start.] I miss all the fun when I'm running for my life.
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