Jul 29, 2009 00:07
What a month... the last few weeks had been an emotional roller coaster for Rose Wilson.
She had been getting along juuuust fine as a new member of the Titans, even if her own little way of coping with the muck within her own mind was to just... be as outgoing as possible, hitting on everyone in sight.
But after the incident with Risk, in which she not only sliced off his arm like it was no big deal, but then nearly beheaded him before being brought to her senses by Raven... she was starting to worry. Was she fated to become like her father, even though there was nothing she wanted LESS? Not if she could help it. Maybe it was time to start being herself... start letting her teammates in a little.
She sat outside the Tower, leaning against a tree. She looked harmless to anyone who didn't know her, in cut-off jeans shorts, kneehigh white stockings,and a little black Metallica tee, only her eyepatch giving a hint as to how dangerous she could be. She was deep in thought... and looked almost uncharacteristically sad.
ravager,
flamebird