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georgette rosier

[jxhenstridge-blog]

“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t exactly catch on to your rambling. I don’t particularly enjoy reading the tabloids.” The Brit could be charming in so many ways, and so very not when he saw no reason to be. Having only recently touched down from his flight, he wasn’t much in the mood to deal with another’s melodrama.

[georgette-rosier]

“I don’t particularly take too much offense personally for your insensitive comments - and I’ve little patience for the dramatics the media myself, but you may actually want to do a little research this time around.” Georgette said dryly, holding out a folded newspaper to the man. A couple days old, but she hadn’t gotten around to taking it out of her bag. The headline was clear: Horrors on Halloween: Dozens Dead in Attack. “The current... climate in New York is certainly on where you’d like to be informed.” 

[yael-jacobs]

She’d ignored the stares at the pharmacy picking up her myriad of medications: pain killers, antibiotics, anti-rabies meds. Yael honestly felt a bit like a dealer at this point with how many bottles rattled around in her bag. Her parents had been away but insisted on flying back from their 45th anniversary vacation the moment they’d heard Yael was in the hospital as a patient and not a nurse. But, thankfully hurricane season kept them away a little while longer, enough for Yael to try and take care of herself for a moment. To breathe outside the hospital’s sterile walls. She’d ignored the stares because despite being out of the hospital she had bandages from her wrists to her shoulders and on her neck and she felt like shit. Despite walking like she hadn’t just been in a certifiable nightmare days before, it was one she kept replaying in her head until she was convinced even she’d made it up. But it was all real and she didn’t know how to explain it or how to even reason through what had happened. 

Still, she could heal at home at this point and didn’t want to stay at the hospital any longer than she had to. So she was at a bus stop a little ways away from the hospital. Then she felt the stares again and saw the stupid iPhone out of the corner of her eye and that was it. Yael twisted in place, facing the teenage boys, dark circles under her eyes against otherwise ghostly skin and an expression that said she was up to here with it all, “Since you’re wondering– yes, I tried both my arms first but decided the jugular would get it done faster. Guess I’ve gotta work on my aim, huh?” It wasn’t what they expected to hear and blanched as she spoke so bluntly. Yael’s typically easy-going demeanor was no longer present as her shoulders tensed because her arms ached and her neck throbbed. The bus was late and all Yael wanted to do was go home and sleep for a week. Or cry. Maybe both.

[georgette-rosier]

“Perhaps also your tact,” Georgette couldn’t help but muttering with a slightly judgmental tone in response to the other woman’s off hand retort to the wayward boys down the aisle. There were just certain things that would behoove one to stay away from in conversation. The woman couldn’t quite recall what had possessed her to hop on the bus this morning -- she had stopped using them over a decade ago for much the same reason why she avoided them today: noisy, crowded, smelly, and quite filthy compared to the privacy of her own private car. Perhaps it was a want for a change in pace, but whatever it was, Georgette surely regretted it at this point. 

[julesxdonovan-blog]

She had been through huge family feuds that caused the occasional fights. But an attack on a large crowd of people? Never. It was what had scared her more than words. It scared her that one day, she wouldn’t be so lucky to make it through alive. Live each day as if you were dying was what she once heard. And she did that.  A small groan escaping her lips, she closed the book she had been reading on the park bench. After a few days of not leaving her house, getting some fresh air was needed. Seeing someone approach her, she looked up. “If you’re here to talk about what happened, then just save it. And pick a different topic.”

[georgette-rosier]

“Ah, my apologies for disturbing you, I just merely wanted to inquire as to what book you were reading. The cover looked particularly intriguing. If you’d rather be on my way, though, I would understand.” 

[fiery-witch]

Vivian had not expected the call from her parents. However, the event had made it on the national news as a terrorist attack and she was their twenty-year old daughter. Vivian begged her mom not to come, “Mamãe, estou bem. Você não precisa vir. Por favor. Eu prometo.” Yet, she was a Correia and when they set their minds to something then it was bound to happen. After her roommate had moved out, she had an extra room. Still, she wasn’t the biggest fan of her own family. Her mother had hung up the phone before any more protesting happened. “Well… Looks like my mom is coming in a week… Probably should find a cover job and maybe tell Casper to stay away from my house… Yeah… This will be interesting.”

[georgette-rosier]

“You could always pick up a shift or two bartending or waitressing at Fitzgerald while they’re in town, I’d be happy to give you a little cover in that regard. I’ll even pay you for it if that’s a worry.” 

[heartavatars]

[georgette-rosier]

polar-bear-patisserie: 

She felt a hand upon her shoulder and it was gentle. It felt stable, unlike the ones that had pushed her over when trying to escape. The words: are you okay. Rosalie knew that she wasn’t. There was so much missing. Her siblings. There was the pain of her broken wrist that twisted and turned her stomach making her feel like she wants to throw up. But she wouldn’t leave until she found them, all of them. She wouldn’t leave her older siblings behind. She couldn’t lose them.

Deep brown hues found themselves looking up at the blonde vampire. “I…I can’t find them… My family.” Tears leaving wet trails along the mud and dirt that was on her cheeks. Her family was more important than her wrist that she was clutching to her chest, far more important.

Georgette’s eyebrows drew together as she gave the young shifter a look of concern. “Do you think you can handle this being set?” Although she hadn’t practiced as what some today might call a field medic for centuries, the setting of a broken bone hadn’t changed since. And the sooner that it was set the sooner the shifter would, hopefully, heal. “Focus, young Vale, wrist first, family later.” 

[georgette-rosier]

selinebcrdeaux:

( @georgette-rosier )

The pain was something she had felt before, more times than she’d like, but it was not debilitating. It was simply the placement of the vervain-tipped arrow, lodged into the center of her back. Try as she might, her fingers only barely brushed the shaft. She couldn’t get a firm grip, could not pull it from her flesh. A frustrated yell parted from her lips when she was yet again unable to grab hold of it, dropping her hand back down to the earth below. Frustration was getting the better of her, matched with the stench of blood all around her, Seline was having a hard time holding onto her composure. At the sound of an approaching form, she about opened her mouth to snap at them before realizing just who it was, “Georgie!”

Georgette’s eyes squinted through the darkness, not for a lack of vision but due to the smoke and debris that filled the air, pricking at the corners of her eyes. With her shawl pressed up against the lower half of her face, Georgette for once was wishing she had dressed down for an occasion because she was certainly not pleased that she’d have to send her dress in for dry cleaning so soon. The minor cuts she’d received had long since closed up, and as she cautiously made her way across the fairgrounds and towards the exit, someone calling her name caught her attention. 

Brow furrowed, she snapped her head around to the voice, eyes widening in concern and realization when she identified the source. Her feet were moving before she even made a decision, and she found herself kneeling beside Seline, who had an arrow portruding out of a bloody mess on her back that was rank with the taint of vervain. “Oh my god,” she muttered, reaching out tentatively to the shaft out of instinct before stopping. “Does - Does this go all the way through?” She asked Seline, a sense of urgency on her voice. If it did, that would certainly make things a lot easier. If it didn’t, well, there would only be more pain at that.

[polar-bear-patisserie]

Rosalie stood in the fairgrounds. She was thankful for the vampire that helped her, but she didn’t know what to do. Her wrist was hurting and her mind was spinning. There was so much screaming and panicking going on. However, she didn’t want to go to the hospital. She couldn’t take care of herself until she knew everyone was safe. Her mind was on three people in particular: Addison, Forrest, and Arthur. She didn’t care what happened to wrist right now. Rosalie knew it was probably broken, but she needed to know that her siblings were okay. She couldn’t lose another one. She couldn’t do it. Why had she been so stupid? Why did she spread out from them? Why didn’t she stay with Addison? A broken wrist will heal, but if she lost one of them tonight… She couldn’t think about it. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to figure out what to do. How would she find them in this? She was injured. She was small and could get trampled again. The brunette had never felt so weak.

[georgette-rosier]

To be frank, Georgette hadn’t seen or been around such chaos since WWI; and it wasn’t something she welcomed either. Not when it wasn’t a situation beyond her control. But merde, with all the screams, the pain, the blood on the air -- she was glad she’d had a more than satisfying feeding the night before -- she couldn’t imagine being caught in the middle of this ...chaos on a hungry stomach. 

Weaving through the mass exodus from the fair grounds, Georgie stopped as her eyes fell on the figure of who she thought she recognized as one of the Vale children. It was difficult to tell what with all the costumed individuals, but she didn’t think she was wrong. Pressing her shawl up to her mouth and nose to filter at least some of the smoke and toxins on the air, she weaved through the panicking masses to her side, and gently rested a hand on her shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” She asked, concerned. With the way she was craddling her arm to her chest, Georgette had no doubt that she was definitely hurt to some degree. 

[heartavatars]

[georgette-rosier]

malchesterfield: 

          “Have a little faith in me, Georgi girl.” Certainly not a proper nickname for one that was your superior, yet he wasn’t at work and he never defined the line for things that should be appropriate. He lacked a filter, per say. “When I’m on the clock, I’m like a soldier marchin’ off to battle, scouts honor.” For any extra flair, Mal placed his hand to his forehead in mock sailor’s salute. 

The vampire rolled her eyes, thankful for centuries of finely tuned patience. “Malakai,” she started, an odd combination of annoyed and amused at his use of a rather colloquial nickname for her given name. She would return the favor at that. “I’m not sure that truly counts if you were never involved in said scouts.”

[georgette-rosier]

selinebcrdeaux:

“Follow me,” she spoke before turning on her heels, heading back to where she’d found the food. “Marilyn Monroe, I like it.”

Georgette turned the follow the other vampire and smiled, “Why thank you; what gave you the idea for your otherwise amusing costume?” 

[georgette-rosier]

dinah-davenport:

Dinah wasn’t really one who would dress up and go to parties like this but since the rest of her family were going she felt that she should perhaps make an effort. So she went all out, disguising her golden locks under a brunette wig and her face with some black sunglasses; Breakfast at Tiffany’s had always been a favourite of her’s. She had been at the festivities for some time, standing observing everything that was going on and, admittedly, going through the haunted house at one point. She glanced at someone who had come to stand next to her, “It seems no matter what age you are, a haunted house can bring fun,” she mused as she brought her drink to her lips.

“I would say that the peoples partaking in the running of said haunted house would have the best way to enjoy that, however.” 

[georgette-rosier]

c-bordeaux:

“I know that they say the haunted house is the scariest yet,” Casper started, hand playing with the end of his cane as he spoke through his skull makeup. Although the original was typically not one for couple-esque behavior and typically detested any that would do the same, Vivian had convinced him to coordinate his costume with her own. Not as though it really took much when Vivian showed him the dress she would be wearing and even took out his own expense card to pay for it. So there Casper stood, looking very much like himself with skull paint on his face and watching the children run to the line, “But I can promise you that at least one person will start crying in the middle of the corn maze because they cannot get out.”

“If they can’t gather their wits enough about them to simply push through the corn walls at that point of desperation, humanity has certainly taken a turn for the worst.”

[georgette-rosier]

josefinexgatti: 

Josefine shrugged and looked at the ground. “Missing a few things, honestly,” she mumbled. She kicked at a pebble idly, then straightened and forced a grin. “But you had a title? Do tell,” she said, her tone brightening immediately. She’d had enough of a rough time lately–it was time to attempt to enjoy herself.

“Lets just say making friends with a bunch of nobles and gaining their sympathies after a slew of husbands lost to ‘disease’ is a lovely little path towards nobility.” 

[josefinexgatti]

Josefine watched part of the Renaissance Faire with a mixture of disgust and sorrow. Those were the hardest but best years of her life, and this felt a little like a mockery of it. “The next twiggy boy smelling of beer who says m’lady to me gets this entire cup up his ass,” she scoffed as she took another pull of her wine.

[georgette-rosier]

“What, you find no amusement in a glorified reenactment of the good old days? I personally find it refreshing to be referred to by my proper title once again. ...Even if it is coming from the wrong time period.” 

[calebmartinellii-blog]

          “I’m not a reindeer, I’m horn—y.” He paused as if waiting for his horrid joke to land, expectant grin evident on his lips.

[georgette-rosier]

“And here I thought I could escape your horrid jokes outside the workplace,” Georgette said, shaking her head. “Drop one of those raunchy jokes while your waiting and you will find yourself most certainly out of a job, Mal.” 

[georgette-rosier]

selinebcrdeaux: 

“I could certainly go for another one.”

“Well then, lead the way, you would certainly know better than I.”