Rosalia
Human
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I have my likes.. But I'll make the odd exception, just don't hurt my sisters or you'll feel my fan!
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Post by Rosalia on Mar 12, 2013 16:05:22 GMT -5
 DATE: Last day of Harvestmere, 9:40 Dragon LOCATION: Rosalia's Private Room, The Rose of Orlais, Val Foret TIME: 22:43 Humming to herself, Rosalia gently twirled before stopping and extending a long graceful leg out before her arms extended away from her body much like a swan as she simply danced a little; thankfully today was her day-off so she had been helping out back despite Re.... Madam stating that she should have taken the full day-off but Rosalia liked to be made useful for her place here at the Brothel. So now that it was evening, Rosalia did relax with a gentle dance, soft satin flowing about her as she moved about the room with grace and ease. The pale shift fell from her shoulders in a graceful manner and her bell sleeves did not hinder the movement of her arms, and neither did the long billowing skirt of the shift as she moved around the room with bare feet; the only other thing that should have been on her person was her pearl pendent, however for some reason she had misplaced it. Which was part of the reason why she worked out back today, to see if anyone had picked it up by mistake. Her room was somewhat simple, with a couple of books dotted around but it held all of her clothes, shoes, accessories and other private things . Her fan held it's place on her bedside table by the bed, just in case of an intruder or someone.... Unwelcome. Not that they would be able to get past Madam in any way, shape or form.... Though they'd most likely find themselves in less form than before. That thought made Rosalia smile as she shut her pale green green eyes as she gave a small spin. Madam was good to her, but she kept her distance as Sanga always told her to despite the fact that her 'sisters' had told her many times that their Mother would possibly see her as another one of her own. But until Madam spoke to her and they bonded enough, Rosalia would continue to keep her distance as she kept her door open. Just in case her sisters wished to talk. Or needed help. |
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Atisha
Elf
The Virgin Doll}}Strength{1} Dexterity{2} Willpower{0} Magic{0} Cunning{3}
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Post by Atisha on Mar 14, 2013 21:26:27 GMT -5
What was she going to do? She stole something that was very dear to someone she loved. Of course, she did the same thing many times in the past, but she was mature now; she was older. She learned to stay away from the belongings of her sisters, and choose stuff from those she didn't know. But this time? She really messed up. Everything went all wrong.
Atisha stared at the pearl pendant shine brightly in her palm. It was beautiful, like nothing she owned, herself. Only people she saw around here with such a piece were the nobles who spent their late nights in the beds of the girls and boys here at the brothel. She imagined the pendant on a bright silver chain around her neck, falling over her chest and accenting her dresses.
No. No, she couldn't. It wasn't right, it wasn't hers to own. When she first saw the pendant on Rosalia, that thirst to steal flooded inside her. It wasn't for personal gain, or because she liked it, it was just the feeling of taking something. The pendant was so beautiful, she couldn't help but take it. It was like 7 years ago all over again. It was like someone took over her body. She didn't think about what she'd do afterwards, she never did.
She didn't think about the consequences. What was Rosalia going to when she found out? She'd probably kill her with that fan she used as a weapon. Or never talk to her again. Better yet, what was she going to do with the pearl? She felt horrible for keeping it, but she couldn't bare the thought of confronting her about it. She could think of a story. She could lie and say she saw someone else stole it, frame a person! She could lie and say that she accidentally picked up without knowing! She could sneak in when she was asleep and plant it as if it was never gone! She could say she never saw where it was and just keep her mouth shut.
Hell, what was she thinking? She couldn't lie to save her life, especially in a time like this. If it were any other person she wouldn't care, but this was one of her sisters--who she thought as one of her sisters--she had to be honest. She needed to do the one thing she'd never done before...
Tell her the truth and give it back.
Atisha walked through the bustling lobby, passing tables of drunken men, waitresses and dancers seducing the nearest customer, and clients coming in to get a handful of their "candy". All of them were full of smiles, but the golden haired elf wasn't. Talia, a close friend of Atisha who worked there as a waitress, gave her a look that said "you can do it". Talia was the only other person who knew of the ordeal. She couldn't tell her sisters or mother for fear of what they might do or say. She knew what they thought of her little problem and it wasn't good.
She passed the ground floor hall and proceeded to the stairs that lead to the second floor rooms. Every step made her knees shake and her heart beat faster. Rosalia's opened door came into view around the corner and she had to stop for a second to catch her breath. Her fingers brushed against the sides of the pendant in her closed hand, and she continued to the bedroom.
Before she knew it, she was standing just outside the doorway, her words playing over and over in her head, as she struggled to think of what to say.
Her hand knocked on the door before she stepped in. She saw the girl spinning and turning around her room in a graceful dance, just like how she performed on stage for the costumers. She looked so happy, so free and no care in the world. It was sad to think that herself was the reason it'd all go away.
"R-Rosalia?
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Rosalia
Human
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I have my likes.. But I'll make the odd exception, just don't hurt my sisters or you'll feel my fan!
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Post by Rosalia on Mar 15, 2013 12:23:45 GMT -5
Rosalia hummed softly as her shadow danced with her from the light out in the corridor and also the candle she had in her Private room. It was one of the perks of this type of job, you had one room for the Job but another one for when you sleep, it was nice really.
Her lips partly opened as words slightly formed on her lips for the song she was singing, an old Ferelden song that she was taught long ago as her fingers unconsciously brushed against her neck where her pendant would hang normally, but alas it wasn't there. It wasn't an elaborate pendant, just the pearl with a simple silver chain whilst diamonds were slowly being added to it with each favour from certain well-off clients. She sighed whimsically before her ear pricked up at the sound of her door knocking.... Tentative, shy.... Fearful?
She finished with a twirl as her soft light green eyes opened and saw Atisha there. "Atisha darling? What's the matter?" She asked, her Ferelden accent completely on show just to further separate her from her 'sisters' but not at all masking her concern when she saw conflict in the youngest sister's face as she motioned for her to come inside her room with a gentle hand as she walked to close the door behind Atisha and gently guided her to the bed. "Dearest Atisha, what in the name of Andraste is wrong?" She asked as she gracefully sat onto her bed.
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Atisha
Elf
The Virgin Doll}}Strength{1} Dexterity{2} Willpower{0} Magic{0} Cunning{3}
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Post by Atisha on Mar 19, 2013 13:54:33 GMT -5
Rosalia turned around and immediately took notice of her melancholy state. Was she that easy to read? For a girl as cunning as her, she still wasn't good at hiding her emotions. But maybe that was just Rosalia. Her and her sisters knew her too well. Even if Atisha was good at hiding her feelings, they'd still be able to read her like a book.
It just made her cheeks red with embarrassment. She wasn't sure if it was because of what she had done, or if it was because of Rosalia's actions. The woman was so sweet to her and they weren't even blood related. She didn't feel like she deserved the human's good graces, after what she had done. But maybe this would all change in a matter of minutes.
Atisha was lead over to the bed in which she sat down on next to the woman. The pendant was still hiding in her hand, but she couldn't muster the energy and strength to open her fingers. What was the woman going to do to her? Would she get so angry that she'd never talk to her again? Would she kill her? Harm her? Turn her in for thievery? It all scared to Atisha to death that she was shaking as she sat on the bed.
"I've done something bad, Rose. Very bad," she said as a tear reached the surface. She didn't hold it back either, she let it fall down her cheek. "And I don't think you'll ever forgive me."
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Rosalia
Human
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I have my likes.. But I'll make the odd exception, just don't hurt my sisters or you'll feel my fan!
Posts: 24
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Post by Rosalia on Mar 19, 2013 15:13:53 GMT -5
Seeing Atisha begin to flush made Rosalia even more worried but she stayed quiet as the youngest of her 'sisters' began to speak, though she was still seem somewhat timid as Rosalia reached out with a hand when she saw the tear and delicately wiped it away whilst her other hand held Atisha's shoulder gently. Her light green eyes looking into Atisha's with concern and confusion, yet they still held their warmth and compassion which was always there when speaking to her sisters.
It was odd how Rosalia came to be quite close with Atisha and the others, despite not being blood kin; she had thought that Madam Revas would have turned her away once she stepped foot in the Rose of Orlais those few years ago but instead she was accepted like family, which was what Rosalia came to see everyone here as, a family.
"What bad thing, Atisha my darling?" Rosalia asked with a soft voice as her brows creased in confusion, "And what could I possibly have need to forgive you for?" She further pressed as she rubbed Atisha's shoulder gently and yet firm enough that her touch didn't tickle but sooth. A trait that wouldn't be thought of with Rosalia for she was often seen as a delicate dancer, but she had quite a cunningly hidden strength to her.
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