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You have that look in your eye
WHO: Rose Hathaway littledhampir
WHERE: Various places around 6i
WHEN: 15th - 25th of August (Before the end of Sirens Call)
OPEN TO: OTA - Late tag-ins are always welcome.
WARNINGS: Minor references to blood & a pack of rabid Bambis. Character Death. Others may well come bc… Rose, so. Watch this space. FYI. So much TLDR under the cut.
littledhampirWHERE: Various places around 6i
WHEN: 15th - 25th of August (Before the end of Sirens Call)
OPEN TO: OTA - Late tag-ins are always welcome.
WARNINGS: Minor references to blood & a pack of rabid Bambis. Character Death. Others may well come bc… Rose, so. Watch this space. FYI. So much TLDR under the cut.
If you go out in the woods today...
THE WOODS + THE INN
She’d been getting a little too comfortable with the fact that the wildlife here didn’t seem to have a problem with her. Rose’s strictly human status here in the village was generally a point of contention for the Dhampir, but if she had to have picked one thing that didn’t suck - it was her recent ability to be able to pet an animal without fear of it trying to snack on her. Until today.
In her defense...Who the hell would think to be careful around something that looked like Bambi had been left in the dryer on high for too long?! Sure they lull you into a false sense of security by sending one out to try and get your attention, and the next thing you know there’s eight of the little suckers - and she does mean that word literally - all trying to sink their teeth into you while you flail around like a fish that had escaped from its bowl. (Or. ya know. The lead singer of a popular Australian 80s band.)
While it was true that Dhampir blood was considered to taste better than that of a Human, Rose had been hoping that her change in race, courtesy of this godforsaken place, might have meant that had changed it. If the last ten minutes of her life was anything to go by, she hadn’t gotten so lucky.
You would be forgiven for laughing, however, if you happen to spot Rose as she emerges from the edge of the woods. Her appearance mildly alarming due to the bite marks that adorn her arms and legs. The long dark hair that had been pulled back into a ponytail was now a tangled mess that half framed her face. The clothing she’d raided from the discarded items of the Inn, probably more useful as dishcloths than it would ever be for training now. You may even spot one of the little creatures in question as it’s brave enough to think about having another go. And if you do, you’ll also spot Rose as she turns around and sends it back towards the treeline with a kick that sails wide.
Don’t worry if you miss it, she’ll be dragging her sorry self back to the Inn, looking like the disaster that she is, in search of something she can use to clean herself up and bracing for the numerous questions she knows she’s going to regret.
People are strange when you're a stranger
BUILDINGS AROUND 6i
If her encounter with the pack of Rabid Bambis had taught Rose anything, it was that this place was in desperate need of somewhere she could use to train. Running every day might be a part of her routine, but if she weren’t so bored out of her skull from not being able to take to the mats of a gym, maybe she wouldn’t do stupid things like, oh… say… pet the cute yet utterly terrifying spawn of satan.
It’s why she’s been out scouting the various buildings around the village, something that seemed like a wise idea until she realized that half of them were occupied and Rose had no idea which half. The ones with lights on inside made for an easy avoidance, but seeing as most of the people around here didn’t actually have electricity, there was a 50/50 chance that one of the windows she peered through belonged to an inhabited residence. Surely this was going to be fine.
And can you shake it off?
HOT SPRINGS
Even before the Wendigo attack, the Hot Springs had been a regular haunt of Rose’s, dating back to the first time she’d found herself in the village with a busted ankle and a series of conspicuous bite marks that weren’t exactly easy for her to keep covered. From the very moment she’d found out about the spring water and it’s healing potential, she’d been coming here every day. In part because of the healing but also because it seemed to be one of the few places she could visit that wasn’t overrun with people like the Inn was.
Of course, coming here these days wasn’t half as relaxing as it used to be but that was a story that even Kira didn’t have enough alcohol on hand to pry it out of her. It’s usually around dusk that she can be found this way, though, when most are making use of the last hour of natural light the village is afforded.
They say life carries on
PEETA'S GRAVE
When a Dhampir - a Guardian, died in her world, their death wasn’t something that was marked in any significant way. There was no memorial for people to come together and grieve. No procession of mourners to see them onto whatever came next. They were simply buried in a grave with a headstone that read the words ‘Eternal Service’. Dhampir, who like her, had dedicated their lives to protecting others. Dhampir, who like her, had always known that they would one day die because of it.
It was a part of her culture that had never particularly sat well with Rose. The attitude that when a person died, it was acknowledged - albeit briefly - and moved on from. Peeta was by no means a Guardian and yet, he’d gone into the fight knowing he could well die protecting others and while perhaps her only real connection to him was that she’d been there with him at the end. The thought that his death could be just like the many Guardians who had fallen before him, sat uneasily with Rose.
Those who have visited Peeta’s grave might have noticed the appearance of the forget-me-nots that somebody had been leaving there regularly. A single, lavender flower that seemed to be replaced with a new one every day. She never stays long, only long enough to retrieve the wilting flower and replace it with a new one. For Rose, it wasn’t so much about mourning as it was about remembering. About making sure, that at least as long as she was here, the boy who had sacrificed everything to help keep the people here safe, wouldn’t be just another headstone in a row of forgotten heroes.
Wildcard
Pick your poison. Rose lives at the Inn so when she’s not outdoors, she does spend an awful lot of time there.
hot springs;
She walks to the edge, divulges herself of her shoes, and sits down, letting her legs slip into the water to just below the knee.]
Hey you.
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"Hey yourself. [Her eyes opening as she sat on a smooth slab of rock, half submerged in the water. The majority of her clothes lay in a pile beside the springs, Rose stripped down to a black set of standard-issue underwear that probably covered more than most bikinis. Her skin was already looking a shade or two darker than her regular olive complexion, Rose only too happy to drink up as much sun as was humanly possible these days.]
Seriously considering pitching a tent just over there. [Nodding to a line of trees.] Save myself the bother of making this trek every day.
[Not that Rose would have the first clue how to do that, but ya know. Semantics.]
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You could always move closer.
[Her kick gently beneath the water before she finally stops resisting the urge to slide into the small pool, though she quickly pulls her bottoms off before she does so.
They nearly match, with their dark olive skin and deep brown, long hair. Even their body types were similar, though her friend was physically stronger than she could ever be.]
I've been thinking about getting out of the inn.
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[Almost absent in her reply. She had thought about it, but the Inn was also weirdly familiar to her. It was just like living in the Academy. One room. Shared bathroom. Being at the center of all things and only a short work from food she didn't have to make herself - at least around lunch time.]
I've never lived in a house. [Thinking out loud.] Not since I was little, anyway...
[And it's not like she remembered any more than she could remember the people she was living with. It was just this place she stayed at until she was old enough to leave, at the ripe old age of five.]
I should probably warn you... I can't cook.
[As if it was only natural this was a conversation about them maybe moving in together.]
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[It sounds like a boarding school, one that was honestly kind of messed up, even if it seemed normal to Rose.
At least her friend seems to be on the same line of thinking.]
I don't like living alone, either. [There was a reason she was still here, after all. And why she was discussing it with someone else.] And I'm not that great at it either, honestly.
[She tried but that was...not saying much.]
We can just find a place somewhere between here and the inn? Best of both worlds.
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[Only in the sense that she was confined to one bedroom and people cooked for her, but there was familiarity in it for Rose.]
I mean… I guess I lived in a house for a little while in between but, Liss and I mostly kept to our room.
[It wasn’t like living in a house that was hers and the share places they had found never really had that homely feel. Not that the Academy did either, but it was more home than the other.]
There’s a lot of empty ones… [Her expression thoughtful as she ran through the ones she’d found in her mind.] A lot of not so empty ones, by the way… no matter how empty they look from the outside.
[What’s a little accidental B&E to get you on your way to making friends?]
I don’t know how the electricity thing works though… seems like some have them while others don’t… I think its an Observer's thing.
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She's pretty sure that's how Rose felt about it too.]
We can ask around, check some of them out. It can't hurt.
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No matter how much Rose wishes she could see her one more time, could tell her all the things she hadn't told anyone... Lissa's safety would always come first.]
Worth looking into options... even if we don't do it straight away.
[It wasn't that she didn't want to get a place with Elena, a part of her even liked the idea. It's just that doing this, moving out of the Inn, finding a place to make into a home. It was an awful lot like accepting this wasn't going to be a short stay and Rose wasn't sure she was ready to do that yet.]
Hopefully we can find one with electricity and a washing machine. [Not that Rose was particularly skilled with operating such things but anything had to be better than her current method of... sometimes she'd shower or dip in the Hot Springs with her clothes on.]
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Exactly.
[Even if they didn't move out right away, looking would give them something to do, something to bond over, not to mention something to look forward to. They could use it in this place.]
A washing machine and a coffee maker. [She winks, knowing that's not likely.]