Room 419 - Monday Early Evening
Mason's funeral had been this morning, and almost immediately after they'd been driven to the airport for flight back to Fandom. Rose was torn. She wanted to go back to Fandom. Maybe it'd be normal there even though almost every instinct told her to stay with Lissa and protect her. The choice wasn't in her hands, and when Alberta told her she was going back to Fandom, she wasn't unhappy.
But after a mostly silent plane ride across the country, Rose had realised it wasn't normal here either. She still could see Mason's unseeing eyes and the blood and Isaiah's look of utter disdain as he broke Mason's neck whenever she closed her eyes. There were still bandages on her wrists protecting the burns caused by melting plastic and a bandage on her neck protecting the newly tattooed molnija marks. And she still wanted to curl up in a bed and sleep until the entire world went away to the way it should be.
Rose got back to her room without noticing anyone thankfully and was surprised to find a vase of flowers on her desk. It took her a long moment before Rose saw the notes and manged to figure out what they were. Valentine's Day flowers. That had been - she barely even remembered anymore. She touched a rose then a carnation with one almost disbelieving finger before she set her bag down and curled up on her bed. She was still wearing the black clothes she'd borrowed for the funeral, but changing took effort, and Rose was pretty sure she didn't have any left for today.
[OOC: Sad girl, yes, but post is open. Door is mostly closed]
But after a mostly silent plane ride across the country, Rose had realised it wasn't normal here either. She still could see Mason's unseeing eyes and the blood and Isaiah's look of utter disdain as he broke Mason's neck whenever she closed her eyes. There were still bandages on her wrists protecting the burns caused by melting plastic and a bandage on her neck protecting the newly tattooed molnija marks. And she still wanted to curl up in a bed and sleep until the entire world went away to the way it should be.
Rose got back to her room without noticing anyone thankfully and was surprised to find a vase of flowers on her desk. It took her a long moment before Rose saw the notes and manged to figure out what they were. Valentine's Day flowers. That had been - she barely even remembered anymore. She touched a rose then a carnation with one almost disbelieving finger before she set her bag down and curled up on her bed. She was still wearing the black clothes she'd borrowed for the funeral, but changing took effort, and Rose was pretty sure she didn't have any left for today.
[OOC: Sad girl, yes, but post is open. Door is mostly closed]