Post by Rose Wilson on Oct 25, 2017 19:03:01 GMT -5
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Star City. It was a far cry from New York, and much too close to San Francisco for her liking. Rose had no intentions of going back to the Titans, didn't even want to see them. Life had barely changed and she still didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. Her sick sense of morality was keeping her from joining her Father's side and her love for dismembering those that pissed her off and hunting down anyone she saw fit, kept her from running back to Titans. She was no hero, that was for sure. But she wasn't a villain either, so where did that put her? Hell, she felt almost like a normal teenager that couldn't figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She just let the wind take her where it felt like, she had no goal. But she was itching for something to do, anything.
Part of her wondered if she could hook up with some of the thugs under Oliver's radar and get some kill orders on someone from them. Or get Oliver to come looking and mess with him a bit. Rose didn't care, all she wanted to do was get out of whatever this was. She needed a direction, she'd stayed off the radar for long enough. That stent up north was the last bit of action she had, minus the few men that thought they could take her out easy. Maybe whomever had a hit on her head out would try again soon, she'd been too out of it, too strung out to even consider thinking about tracking him down. She'd since been trying to kick her addiction to epinephrine, but she had no support system and it was damn hard to quit something like that.
Rose sighed, there was no way she was going to go begging for anyone to help her. This was her burden and she didn't need help. She hadn't needed help since she was a child and she sure as hell didn't need it now. She pushed the door to the bar open, slipping in and taking a seat at the bar. She wasn't legal drinking age but at this bar, they didn't care, she was just another face, one that they'd never see again, albeit an interesting one. "Whatever you've got, man." She sighed, folding her arms on the bar. The bartender gave her a once over, clearly seeing she was under age and turned to the back of the bar, placing a glass of milk in front of the white-haired girl. Part of her wanted to smash the glass against his head for even having the audacity to give her milk, her brows furrowing, but she just sighed and chugged the entire glass in one go. "What are you doin' here girl?" The bartender asked, watching her as he cleaned a glass.
That single blue eye looked up at the man, he was handsome, perhaps a bit old, almost in his forties, but still handsome. "Depends on what time you get off." A suggestive look came over her, a grin pulling up at her lips. The man breathed in, once again looking her over. "Aren't you a bit young?" Rose chuckled, "Age is a number, it means nothing. Besides, I'm legal if you must know." She winked, even though it was more of a blink, seeing as she sported a white eyepatch to cover up the hole in her head. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but half of the shit she did was not a good idea.
Part of her wondered if she could hook up with some of the thugs under Oliver's radar and get some kill orders on someone from them. Or get Oliver to come looking and mess with him a bit. Rose didn't care, all she wanted to do was get out of whatever this was. She needed a direction, she'd stayed off the radar for long enough. That stent up north was the last bit of action she had, minus the few men that thought they could take her out easy. Maybe whomever had a hit on her head out would try again soon, she'd been too out of it, too strung out to even consider thinking about tracking him down. She'd since been trying to kick her addiction to epinephrine, but she had no support system and it was damn hard to quit something like that.
Rose sighed, there was no way she was going to go begging for anyone to help her. This was her burden and she didn't need help. She hadn't needed help since she was a child and she sure as hell didn't need it now. She pushed the door to the bar open, slipping in and taking a seat at the bar. She wasn't legal drinking age but at this bar, they didn't care, she was just another face, one that they'd never see again, albeit an interesting one. "Whatever you've got, man." She sighed, folding her arms on the bar. The bartender gave her a once over, clearly seeing she was under age and turned to the back of the bar, placing a glass of milk in front of the white-haired girl. Part of her wanted to smash the glass against his head for even having the audacity to give her milk, her brows furrowing, but she just sighed and chugged the entire glass in one go. "What are you doin' here girl?" The bartender asked, watching her as he cleaned a glass.
That single blue eye looked up at the man, he was handsome, perhaps a bit old, almost in his forties, but still handsome. "Depends on what time you get off." A suggestive look came over her, a grin pulling up at her lips. The man breathed in, once again looking her over. "Aren't you a bit young?" Rose chuckled, "Age is a number, it means nothing. Besides, I'm legal if you must know." She winked, even though it was more of a blink, seeing as she sported a white eyepatch to cover up the hole in her head. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but half of the shit she did was not a good idea.
Forgive me for my wrongs
I have just begun
I have just begun
Rose Wilson
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