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rosalind astrid bøhn. 27. omega's press secretary. penned by maeve for chromosone23hq.

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meet rosalind astrid bøhn ⎼

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ft. daichi

“Go up there and you’ll die,” he said. “You’re a human, you won’t last up there. You’ll die within minutes, seconds probably. Your best bet is to stay down here with us, come on. We don’t bite.” ooc: monique does. 

“you’ll excuse me, if i don’t buy a word of what you’re saying?” rosalind shot back, arms folded across her chest as she let out a small hmph. “i’ll be taking my chances above ground. if i’m going to die, i’d prefer it be above ground.” she turned to walk away. 

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location: bergen street participants: rosalind bøhn & martha seong ( @marthaseong​ )

“martha,” rosalind spoke loud enough to grab her friend’s attention, while also, grabbing the other’s arm to stop her from being swept up with the rest of the crowd. “doesn’t this seem a little off to you?” she asked, careful to keep her voice at a whisper as she took a glance at their surroundings. “i just don’t think marching us underground is exactly a safe alternative,” she explained further, though it wasn’t quite an accurate description of her suspicions, she wanted to judge the other’s reaction before saying more. 

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ft. daichi

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : BERGEN STREET W / @innocentflcwer​

“Damn, it took you long enough to bring them.” He had started smoking, irritated because he was once again left out of the major battle and because of his own personal issues. As the other Brotherhood members led the non-mutants into the room, Daichi held his arms wide open. “Welcome to your new home for the next few hours! You all probably think that this is a space house in order to protect you from harm but unfortunately it is not. You’re all our hostages, blah blah, yadda yadda. I recommend sitting over there and don’t try and pull anything with us. You’ll regret it if you do.” 

rosalind knew that something wasn’t right about this situation - why would leading them to safety mean leading them to a subway station? wouldn’t that be more dangerous? she’d tried to raise her concerns with martha, but she hadn’t gotten anywhere. so she’d opted to stay silent, though she made sure to pay attention to her surroundings as they headed under ground. unfortunately, it seemed like she had been right to be suspicious, but it was too late. “i think i’d much rather take my chances above ground,” she responded. 

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ft. hale

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Hale whipped her head around. She was used to being touched randomly at the Veil, but in public it came as a bit of a shock. When she realised the woman meant her no harm, she smiled at her. “Oh, thank you!” she said, taking the twenty dollar bill. “I would, actually. I was planning on using it to buy flowers, also treats for my goat, too. He’d be most disgruntled if I didn’t come back with any.”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you,” rosalind was quick to interject, having picked up on a level of discomfort stemming from hale. she should’ve thought before touching her shoulder, but it was too late to do anything about it now, besides apologize of course. “you have a pet goat?” she responded, her eyes wide, “that’s so cool- what’s his name?”

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ft. frances

A pity. She puts both glasses down, the younger woman seemingly dedicated to her job. Which is good, of course, given the circumstances. Talking about how her predecessor was murdered under the ‘heroes’ Rosalind  represents, well. A scotch wouldn’t go amiss. “Judith, dear, could you bring us a pot of tea, and a black coffee for me?” Frances calls out to the housekeeper, smiling as she nods and shuffles off. “Right. Rosalind.” Frances always disliked being too casual. She won’t argue it, though.

Frances takes a seat on a pale chaise next to the bar cart, gesturing at a matching couch for Rosalind to take, “Let’s skip the pleasantries. I suppose you’re here to explain why I should accept your…” mutant freaks “…superheroes help despite Masten’s violent death in front of, what’s his name? Prism, your fearless leader?” 

rosalind smiled, “thank you,” she responded, making sure to cast a brief glance at judith so the woman knew it was directed towards her as well. though, she returned her focus to frances almost immediately. 

“right,” rosalind responded as she pursed her lips, opting to let frances continue speaking before she tried interjecting. she knew they’d jump straight to business sooner or later, though she had hoped it might be later. in an ideal situation she would’ve been able to observe frances beforehand. “i’m not a mutant, but otherwise you’d be correct,” she smiled, though it was somewhat forced. 

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ft. lachlan

“God, wouldn’t that be something.” It would be a dream to afford to live in any other shoebox in the city, but Lachlan doesn’t see it happening any time soon. Money was always tight for him, and moving would only exasperate that. 

“Alright, uh, elephant.” Lachlan leaves a beat, but he thinks he might go crazy without some additional conversation to this name game. “I feel like I’ve seen you around here forever. Have you lived in the city long?”

“i do worry that i’ll have to find a roommate in order to afford a decent apartment,” she spoke with a sigh. the thought of moving in with a roommate after living on her own sounded, well, awful. that part went without saying.

“let’s go with fox,” she laughed, “i’ve been here seven years? eight in the fall. i wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve seen me around,” she smiled.

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ft. finley

“Well, I guess it’s good to know they’re all the press cracks them up to be, right?”

“you make a good point,” rosalind laughed, “i’ll have to make a point of remembering it.”

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location: a random street participants: rosalind bøhn & hale özdemir ( @haleandhorns​ )

“excuse me!” rosalidn called out, waving her hands in the air in a futile attempt to get the other woman’s attention. once she realized, it hadn’t been successful she ran after hale, once again calling out, “excuse me!” she managed to land a hand on her shoulder, “you dropped this,” she smiled, as she held out a crumped twenty dollar bill. “i figured you’d miss it.”

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ft. lachlan

“Yeah, yeah, that’s probably the best move.” Claustrophobia could be a real bitch. But, at least he’d be getting a solid workout in taking the stairs from now on. Regardless of his grocery load. It would almost be worth it to treat the place more like a walk-up. 

“Cat,” Lachlan offered. “Listen, I like to think I am too, but I’ll run out of animals eventually. I’ve only got so much locked up here,” He says motioning to his head.

rosalind laughed, “i might even look for a new apartment,” she added, though the likelihood of her actually finding an apartment and moving was a long shot. still, she could dream. maybe she could move into the compound.. 

“i think you’ll be surprised to find out how many you know,” she chuckled, “well if you went with cat, i think the only logical response is dog.”

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ft. finley

“It must be fun, though. Getting to work with… mutant royalty, if you will?”

rosalind laughed, “i’d be careful who you say that around. it might go to someones head,” she smiled, “but yeah, it’s not bad.”

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ft. frances

“Ms. Bøhn, is it?” Frances smiles at the stranger invited into her office by the housekeeper. Very old-fashioned of Reginald to keep one but Frances’ never minded it. Walking over to her well stocked bar cart, she picks up two glasses, “Would you like a drink or is this the sort of conversation you’d rather have dry?” 

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“you can call me rosalind, if you’d like,” she responded with a smile and a simple nod, “unfortunately dry would probably be best,” she laughed, “would it be possible for me to get a cup of tea?”

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ft. finley

“Sounds like a big job all the same,” She says noncommittally. It’s not like she needs to let this woman know she knows anything about the omegas at all.

“you could say that,” rosalind laughed, “it’s certainly very demanding.”

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ft. august

While he doesn’t see the faint smile: he can hear it. Always a relief when someone in pain can manage even a simple laugh.  The shopping joke does make him laugh. August keeps carefully cutting the straps away till it completely gives way. He keeps talking, for distraction’s sake.  

“That’s the spirit. Treat yourself after getting injured. If anyone asks, you can say it was professional medical advice given to you: treat yourself.”

Rosalind, thankfully, beats him to it as she seemingly thinks it all through out loud. It’s a good way to process things. August honestly wishes more patients would do that: give him a chance to cut off any thoughts or plans that would only make things worse. “If it’s just a sprain, you won’t need it for long. If it’s a break? Definitely need flats for the other foot.”

Rocking back, he places the scissors down. Carefully he puts a hand on the back of her calf, “Okay, Rosalind? Gonna need to to lift your foot out.”

“i’ll remember that,” rosalind laughed once again, whether or not she would use it was another story altogether. though, she’d likely use it as a reason to justify purchasing more than one new pair of shoes, to herself that was. “it always helps to have a reason when you’re on a shopping spree,” she laughed again.  “here’s to hoping its a sprain,” she laughed, “should i have said that? i don’t want to jinx myself,” she continued, this time biting down on her lip. “do you have some wood i can knock on?” she asked, making a point of looking at their surroundings. she’d never been particularly superstitious, but perhaps she should be. 

“okay,” she whispered, biting down on her lip as she slowly began to lift her foot, “like this?” she asked, she definitely didn’t want to mess this up.

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ft. lachlan

“Yeah, I’ll be adding that to my things to leave the house with next time I plan on getting on this death trap.” He’d probably be taking the stairs for the next few weeks at least after this. But, to her credit, his neighbor does an impressive job of walking him back from the cliff. She’s impressively calm and kind compared to the usual exterior she presents herself with. 

“Animals it is then.” He would have run out of fruits by the letter C anyway. “Sure, uh, Antelope,” He offers, wondering just how far into the alphabet they’ll make it.

“next time?” rosalind asked with a laugh as she arched an eyebrow, “i think i’ll be sticking to the stairs for the foreseeable future,” she threw her head back, allowing what was perhaps her most genuine laugh yet to escape her lips. if she hadn’t hurt her ankle, she wouldn’t have been in the elevator, though part of her was glad she had decided to take it- for lachlan’s sake. 

“alright, badger,” she laughed, “i should warn you, i’m very competitive.”

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“i’m feeling honest, today.” // accepting all memes

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ft. des

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❝ Rosssss. ❞ it was drawled out, attempting her best not to drop the cup of coffee and the cup of tea she had just ran to get. it was the weekend, yet there was always something to do and desdemona was half-expecting a long list of errands ready for them to do. it helped that des loved to do errands. there was something calming to it, and with the right company it could be extremely enjoyable. she opened the door to her sister’s room after knocking on it and hummed a small tone as she scanned the room for her younger sister.  ❝ Ros, are you ready for the day? whats on the list? ❞ she asked, looking around as she placed the cup of coffee down and placing the sugar and creamer down. even when there was nothing to do, des always found a thing for them to do. they lived in new york, for christ’ sake. there was always something to explore.

“des,” rosalind replied with a sharp roll of her eyes as her sister made a point of drawing out her name, it went without saying that she hated when the other did that. “did you bring me coffee?” she asked, eyebrow arched as she extended her hands. it was the weekend meaning she hadn’t yet had her first cup, and she was starting to feel the effects of withdrawal. well that, or she was just being dramatic. “of course i’m ready,” she responded, this time rather bluntly, “well, i thought we could try a farmer’s market,” she mused, “and there’s a new exhibit at the MET.”