Post by Rose Sonder on Jan 29, 2013 19:41:51 GMT -5
January 23, 23 CLE
South of the Noxian downtown in an apartment building, on the third floor, is an apartment- as one might guess. In this apartment is a young woman, about 5'11" in her steel-capped shoes. She's not expecting visitors, but, depending on who they are, she may or may not turn them away.
It'd take someone with interest in her to find the place, but there are no security measures to keep anyone out, save for- well. There's a small sign on the door:
WARNING: Please knock.
The place itself is small. The kitchenette is separated from the rest of the house by a waist-height counter, and the rest of the house consists of a fold-out couch, a table, three chairs, and a bathroom.
A bookshelf rests along the wall that the bathroom door connects to, and it's filled with, well, books: advanced mathematics, minor spellcasting instructional texts, advanced ritual spells, various fiction novels, and the occasional shelf with trinkets or spices. There's not a lot of storage space, so any miscellaneous objects are stuffed unceremoniously into any nooks or crannies that Rose can find. A few lengths of rope rest atop the bookshelf, next to a potted plant with succulent leaves- it seems to be doing well enough up there, though the soil's a little dry.
On the table, between the kitchen and the couch, is a pair of loaded dice, to the side of an unfinished game of solitaire. The cloth that rests underneath is burned with little holes, as though someone had taken tiny cigarettes and pressed them into the fabric. This is a result of Rose's numerous attempts at casting- when her concentration breaks, things explode, and insubstantial runes are no exception to this.
Candles sit all around, on the counter and the tables- white tapers, burnt down to stubs by long hours of studying. Quite a few, at the moment, are lit in the kitchen, where Rose is cooking for herself. Her skirt swirls cheerfully around her thighs, at somewhat of a contrast to her well-polished, heavy boots.
((I'll clarify the "semi-open"- anyone can feel free to stop by, though they should have a reason, even if it's only "saw her in Noxus at some point and wanted to follow her home" (though that might be a little creepy without further exposition).
Was rather inspired by the "Daily RP" thread, and thought I ought to maybe open something up.))
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2013 17:12:46 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Jan 31, 2013 12:28:41 GMT -5
After searching around for a while he finally comes upon the apartment building hes been searching for. Draven walks up to the door and sees the sign "Please Knock" Draven Sighs". "Draven doesn't knock" he thinks "anyone would be blessed to have me in their home" "i guess i will be polite this time cant go barging into peoples home if you need something" he whispers to himself. Draven swings his arm back and knocks constantly till someone answers the door. "I have heard shes good at getting a hold of things i hope she can lend a hand"
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Post by Rose Sonder on Jan 31, 2013 16:10:55 GMT -5
Rose hears the knocking- the insistent knocking- and heads to the door, leaving her bread knife on the counter. Upon opening it, her eyes widen a little- what would one of the Blood Brothers be doing here? I haven't done anything wrong... I'm too young to die!
"Ah- good evening, Glorious Executioner; h-how may I be of service to you?"
The rather immodest length of her skirt suddenly strikes her as having been a bad idea, so, in lieu of a curtsy, she bows- internally, she's panicking slightly, but tries not to let it show.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2013 18:28:09 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 1, 2013 6:15:32 GMT -5
The door opens. Draven sees before him this woman, she was nothing like what he expected. As she shyly greets him Draven asks "I understand your the type of girl who can get their hands on things, I need you to spread information think you could handle the task?" Draven Asks as he walks past her into her home and sits on the couch.
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Post by Rose Sonder on Feb 2, 2013 17:47:44 GMT -5
"I... could probably do that." She pulls out a chair and sits facing him, adopting a tinge of his casual demeanor. "What kind of information? And where do you want it to be heard?" Her shyness seems to have faded, somewhat, upon learning he was not there for her head.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 3, 2013 5:16:20 GMT -5
Draven Kicks out his feet and rests his hands behind his head. "Well ya see our leader has appointed me with a task." Draven says looking her right in the eyes. "Normally i wouldn't need help but i am but only Draven i cant tell everyone so thats where you come in, I need you to spread teh word of The Butchering" "Its a gladiatorial event to be held in a day or two and i need you to tell as many people as you can and get this area of town buzzing with the info." Draven removes his hands from behind his head and leans forward. "of course i would be in your debt and i would reward you greatly" "So ya interested?" Draven reaches his hand out for a handshake.
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Rose considers it for less than a moment before nodding, and holding out her hand to the Executioner. Her handshake is firm and warm, a solid seal to the agreement, and she returns the gaze, her green eyes steady.
"It's a deal," she replies. Given that the Grand General had given him the order to spread this information, and that she was fairly certain she'd be killed on the spot if she refused, it looked like a good deal indeed. "Out of curiosity... how does this reward look?" A slight smile crosses her lips.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 3, 2013 6:01:16 GMT -5
"It can be what ever you want." Draven says shaking her hand he was quite please to have her help. "I can pay you if thats what you desire or if there is something else that you need Draven will make it happen" He says with a smile. You can come by my house to discuss your reward once the deed is done" he says making his way for the door "Hows that sound to you?" he asks turning back.
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
"That sounds good to me," answers the young mage, her smile widening into a grin. "I'll see to it that the town knows."
In the back of her mind rests a question: What will this Butchering be? She brushes it aside, though, and sets about planning- she's got some work to do.
Post by Rose Sonder on Feb 27, 2013 3:49:42 GMT -5
February 8th, 23 CLE, late at night
After the speech that the Grand General had given, Rose was... tired, a bone-deep weariness that had settled in with the crowd's sadness. Papa always said I was too empathetic... I guess he was right. The stifled sobs in the crowd around her had almost brought her to tears, herself, but she'd pushed them back, unwilling to show weakness. No-one she'd known had died in the attacks, and she was fortunate for that, so- she needed to be there for them.
The speech itself, though- the words that the General had said left her questioning her commitment to the rebellion. True, Noxus could hardly be considered honorable, but what impact had that on her? Besides- as she'd suspected he would, her parents were no longer out of work; even her mother had employment now. But what if they die? The thought lingers nastily in the back of her mind. You know that they could- it's not a nice, quiet summoning job, but an army that your fathers are going into.
The roads from the funerary spectacle wound their way through several sections of Noxus- the rich district, the slums, and finally, the downtown. Rose sighs as she reaches home turf- the streets are familiar, here, as are the buildings around her. The yelling in the background, the trash in the streets... She feels almost as safe out here as one can feel in Noxus at all, so she makes no attempt to hide her way home. No backtracking through alleys tonight- just a short walk. She's tired, and has no patience for the circuitous route.
Cold air nips at her exposed skin as she walks. I just hope that Talon didn't notice me at the speech- if he finds out that I've given up on the cause, who knows what he might do? He has been known to take people out. She suppresses a dry chuckle as she steps through the back door of the building to the stairwell, the hem of her dark grey skirt brushing against her thighs. A few layers of tights prevented the cold from affecting her unduly, and their subdued orange brings out her legs to a rather nice effect.
As she enters, she switches from the half-smile that had marked her dry amusement to a blank, emotionless, forward stare. On her way up the stairs, she ignores the old men who stare up at her, trying to see under her skirt. I wish I had the guts to tell them to stop- but they'd probably come back with friends if I did.
Pushing down a yawn, Rose slips a hand into her pocket, and finds her key as she shoves hard on the door of the stairwell. Somebody's gotta lube up that door, she thinks with a small sigh as it finally slams open, and looks down the musty hall for just a moment before turning to her door. The key clicks in the knob, as it always does, and she steps quickly into her apartment. Once the door's shut behind her, she slumps against it for a moment, inhaling the scent of home.
The couch lays open, blankets curled aside to resemble her body in repose. Right... I forgot to fold up the bed again. She heads into the kitchenette, opening the cabinet-sized pantry. A packet of Zaunite instant noodles falls on her head from the opened case, and she shrugs.
"I guess I'll have you."
In the relative security of her own apartment, she doesn't mind talking to herself- it fills the silence, and no-one's around to hear. Quiet clattering tinges the air for a few minutes as she gets out a small saucepan, and the tap gurgles before the young mage smacks it, and water rushes forth into the pot. She snaps her fingers, summoning a small flame to light the stove, then wanders over to the couch, and collapses down onto the bed as she waits for the water to boil.
"It's been a long night..."
With nothing else to distract her, Rose spirals into a long chain of thought.
Why should I stay with the resistance? No official papers keep me from leaving, only my own conviction can do that. ...Is my conviction that weak? Idly, she reaches into her bag for a short length of rope, weaving it into an open chain as she reclines.
I don't want to disappoint Riven, she decides, but... how will she know? Surely she wouldn't remember m- A sigh passes the student's lips. No- she would. I was there the night that Shaco gave us that information- why wouldn't she remember me? I even talked to her, with my suspicions about the Butchering. Maybe I should try to find her, again, and tell her that I was right...
If the Exile died at the hands of that beast, I'd feel responsible.
Rose curls up onto her side, pulling the rope to her chest and tensing it between her hands. The dyed red fibers press into her skin, leaving marks to match their color.
The General would keep my family safe, as well as me- if I sided with him. But if I side with Riven and the others, he could crush us... he's got the capability to be terrifying.
The ropes are almost cutting into her hands now, and she looks down at them as she realizes the water's been boiling for some time. With a muttered curse and a sigh, she stands and walks, in perhaps two steps, to the kitchen. Hungrier than she'd realized, she rips open the packet, dumping the brittle noodles in, and turning to the cupboard to get out a bowl.
It doesn't take long for the meager meal to be prepared, and Rose nods in satisfaction as she digs in- it's not much, but it's hot, and it (mostly) succeeds at the job of filling her empty stomach, as well as that of distracting her from her uncomfortable musings.
With thoughts of rebellion in her mind, she cleans what she's used, and puts it away. The strength is draining quickly from her as tiredness overtakes her body, so, when things are in their rightful place, she undresses, and collapses in her bed.
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2013 20:41:30 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 5, 2013 20:20:58 GMT -5
February 12, 23 CLE, late morning
After a half-hour's walk, Rose arrives at her apartment, having gone unbothered by the denizens of Noxus. Her thoughts wandered as she made her way up the stairwell, flickering between vivid recollections of the night before, and pictures of her own imagining. The night had been highly enjoyable- having a taste for such biblical activities, she thought she might return, if only for that reason.
Her lips curve wickedly, and this morning, nothing covers them but that smile- she'd decided to use the last of her lipstick on the mirror of the Freljordian man. It wouldn't be hard to get more, of course- but it was a gesture of something, certainly, even if he didn't know it.
He was a kind-seeming person- she had no doubt that if she'd gone against her instinct to leave, he'd have held her close and tightly, offering affection freely until she gave protest. And should she give protest? Based on that moment last night, he'd let her go.
"If you don't mind...?" "...N-not yet? It's been a while; I'm not ready for it." He nodded in understanding, and she smiled. Most men- well, she'd have had to make use of her knife.
Having been on autopilot up the stairs, she finds herself a few doors past her apartment on the third floor, and blinks, taking a few steps back to her door. I- guess I was distracted. Hm. She fumbles with her key slightly, contributing to the 'distracted' theory, and enters her apartment. It's a slight mess, but it's home, and she sits on the edge of her bed for a moment before kicking off her boots, and curling up under the one thin blanket.
I wonder if I'll see him downtown? I've really set myself up for the "come here often?" line, though... here's hoping he doesn't employ it.
A small smile decorating her lips, she falls asleep again, not to wake up for some time.
Last Edit: Mar 11, 2013 19:10:59 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Jun 23, 2013 0:49:33 GMT -5
May 29th, 23CLE
Knock. Knock. Knock. It was the rapid sound of knuckle hitting wood.
Daichi stood outside of Sonder's apartment door. He was dressed in a Kimono robe, Green with a dragon swirling from the front to the right to his backside. The Ionian waited patiently, he'd been keeping some private tabs upon the woman he met before and was pleased to see her deposition towards the "rebellion" had changed quite a bit.
While it wasn't any "official" business, visiting her seemed like something appropriate and possibly fun to do. He waited, patiently.
Post by Rose Sonder on Jun 23, 2013 0:56:37 GMT -5
Sonder raises an eyebrow- the last visitor she'd gotten had been Draven; she hadn't invited Nevin yet. Curious, she abandons her plate at the kitchen counter and goes to open the door, leaving the small chain in place. It's the Ionian she ran into, a while ago- intentionally, but he'd forgiven that with surprising ease.
Uh... I'll place your name soon enough.
"Hello~ I'm just having some lunch. Would you mind if I asked what you're here for?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Jun 23, 2013 1:08:32 GMT -5
"I came to visit Miss Sonder. Nothing more and nothing less." He let out the lightest of laughs and smiled as he made direct eye contact. "Would you mind if I joined you for Lunch? I'm sorry to drop by so suddenly. Perhaps I should have given a little advanced notice." He rubbed the back of his head with only the slightest hint of embarrassment. "Not that you need to make food for me, I just thought the company might be nice."
Post by Rose Sonder on Jun 23, 2013 1:36:42 GMT -5
Sonder smiles a little awkwardly, the still-chained door standing between them, her fingers peeking slightly over its edge. "...Another question, first, how did you find my apartment?"
Her first impulse is to close the door- after their first meeting, she'd had a generally nice impression of the Ionian, but this was unusual. There was nothing to mistake for coincidence; she hadn't been out yet, today.
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