ROSALIE. 19. PISCES. I wanna get out and build my own home; on a street where reality is not much different from D R E AM S I've had -- a dream is all I have. daydreaming, daydreaming all the time...
“’hard times, gonna make you wonder why you even try...’“ rosalie found herself singing quietly along with the song playing from her earbuds, completely oblivious to the fact that she was on a very public sidewalk. fact, it was so catchy, her fingers fumbled with her phone, and turned the song up even louder. considering the fact that she had her back turned, and that she couldn’t hear anything but her newfound jam, it’s no wonder that she didn’t hear the sound of a bicyclist coming straight for her. with a sharp tug, rosalie stumbled backwards; a stranger had pulled her out of the impeding bike’s path. the force of the motion had her earbuds tumbling out of her ears, her eyes widening, a little yelp leaving her lips as the full gravity of the situation sank in. “ oh my GOD.” she whipped her head around, flabbergasted, a blush coming to her cheeks. “did -- did you SEE that ? why was he going so fast ?”
“No sharks yet, it usually comes during shark week, when high schoolers find it funny to wear fake fins and give the beach a good scare,” he playfully shrugged. “Roasalie, what a charming name,” he smiled. “Sounds much better than resident lifeguard, and let me tell you that’s a hard one to beat,” Brooks joked with the girl. “And no you weren’t offending me, I hope you’ve been enjoying your stroll. The beach is always a great place to lose track of time.”
“do they actually do that?” rosalie widened her eyes. “that’s so...distressing. and silly. mostly silly. but it definitely sounds like something a 14-year old would do.” at the compliment, the little smile across her face spreads, blue eyes twinkling. “well, thank you. i wish i had a name like ‘resident lifeguard.’ so beautiful. so warm. it really is. i lose track of time everywhere i go, but. this is one of my favorite places.”
a pair of sunglasses slowly slipping down the bridge of her nose, and a cropped sweatshirt with rolled-up sleeves covering the top half of her bikini; the female rests against a bag she’d previously brought with her to the beach an hour or so beforehand. rather zoned out, all interest absorbed by the black printed words against the pages of her book— the female barely notices the person about to cross paths with her short legs she was beginning to stretch outward. a sudden force against her ankle wakes her from the dazed state, book tumbling to the side as the blonde comes to the realization SHE was the reason someone had tripped. “oh my god—” panic and concern clear in the tone of her voice. “i’m SO sorry, are you alright? did i hurt you?” the rambling begins, kneels coming to curl underneath her petite frame as she inches closer to the other.
rosalie, with her nose fully fledged in the book in her arms, had no idea about where she was heading. considering the fact that her gaze was anywhere but forward, it’s no wonder that she suddenly found herself falling to the ground, book leaving her grasp as her face impacted the sand. immediately, she let out a yelp, book falling somewhere off to the side, near her sprawled limbs. at the sound of apologies, the brunette found herself sitting upright, slowly beginning to dust sand off her face. she locked eyes with the blonde, who seemed --- genuinely distressed. it almost pushed a chuckle past rosalie’s lips. “oh my gosh, stop. don’t worry about it. you would be SHOCKED to hear about how often this happens to me." covered in sand, rosalie can’t help but give her untamed curls a shake, much like a wet dog. “seriously. very used to this. i practically live on the ground.”
a snicker escaped the blonde, quirking her brow upwards as she casually crossed her arms before herself. there was a certain curiosity as she skimmed her gaze over the brunette, unable to hold back a chuckle & shaking her head. “ you butthurt or some shit ?? “ she asked. “ seems like the total opposite of what you were sayin’ a few weeks ago, but you do you, i s’ppose. “
rosalie rolled her eyes at the blonde’s harsh tone. with her rose-colored crush goggles on a few weeks ago, she’d seen the blonde as...affectionate ? endearing ? really, what had she seen in her ? “if that’s what you would like to call it, sure.” she muttered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “i’m not allowed to change my mind about a person ? just...leave it alone, cole. go be a knockoff joan jett somewhere else.”
“Always great to hear,” he smiled at the brunette, “And I’m doing great, it’s been a pretty calm day. So, I’ve got few problems in my world.” He laughed and nodded his head towards the phone in her hand, “What’s so interesting on the phone that could possibly be better than the beach?” he joked with the other. “The name is Brooks, resident lifeguard.”
“well, that’s good. no sharks to fight off yet ? ” rosalie teased with a grin, fingers fidgeting with the end of her pastel blue coverup. as he mentioned her phone, however, she couldn’t help but let the smile slip off of her face. “oh ! i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to offend. i just had to check the time. i’m not...totally sure how long i’ve been wandering for.” at the introduction, she offered him her petite hand, smile slowly creeping back onto her face. “rosalie. nice to meet you, resident lifeguard.”
“so, i got a motorcycle earlier today, right ?? and i swear to damn jesus i’m feelin’ myself like a damn blonde joan jett. if you want a go at it, let me know, for real – people keep either giving me dirty-ass looks ‘cause air pollution or some shit, like one dam bike’s gonna change shit, or like. giving me dirty-ass fuck me eyes and i’m so here for it. want a go ?? “
rosalie listened to the blonde’s crude ramblings, unable to hide the scrunch of her nose, a motion of disgust that she couldn’t quite conceal. i didn’t ask. she wanted to retort. i don’t care. and you’re a big jerk. but, she didn’t say any of those things. too kind, as always. “not interested, thanks.” she decided instead, punctuating her statement with a little upwards jut of her chin, and as deep of a frown as she could muster.
Brooks walked along Santa Monica Beach, it was the height of the day, the heat was sweltering, and the people came to the beach in droves. His bright red swim trunks read ‘Lifeguard’ down the side of the trunk and the sand squished under his toes. He was wandering, keeping an eye on all of the beach goers, doing his job. As he made his way closer to his lifeguard hut, he saw someone begin to approach him. He beamed the other a friendly smile, “Hello!” His southern accent was light, but present,”How are you enjoying the beach today?”
rosalie, whom had been wandering aimlessly around the beach for...jesus, how long had it been ? the brunette frantically pulled her phone out of her pocket, almost totally unaware that the man had been speaking to her. after checking the time, and finding that it hadn’t been too long, rosalie finally turned to the other. “oh, um. hi.” his jovial tone had her smiling, effervescence radiating from her frame. “i’m having a great day, thank you, stranger !! and, um, how about you?”
“ i’m just thinking like, we really could sleep out here ?? how uncomfortable could it be ?? if we just got a tent and a mattress and some bug spray, we really would be fine. i don’t want to live my whole life without sleeping on the beach. i’ll even learn to make a fire and we can make smores. PLEASE ?? ”
“well. we coooould...” rosalie dragged out the word, a little wince on her face. despite her best efforts to humor her brother’s excitement, she couldn’t help but imagine all of the sand that would inevitably find its way into crevices that it should not be in. “...i mean, yeah ! totally. super duper fun. but, maybe i should make the fire. i’m the responsible one, aren’t i?” she let out a little giggle, nudging his shoulder, knowing fully well that she was by far the least responsible out of the two.
hello gorgeous loves , my name is jo, and this is rosalie charlotte reynolds !! before i even say anything, i just wanna apologize bc there is No way i’m going to be able to remember who plays which characters at first, fhsdfhkj. if i introduce myself twice im v sorry, if i flub names i am So sorry, i’m gonna try my best but i’m !! so dumb !! i do really wanna get 2 know and plot and love all of u, so pls don’t hesitate to message me !! and with that PSA out there, here is my lovely rosalie.
she is the paracosmist !! what that means for her is that she’s basically a little daydreaming, imaginative idealist. she empathizes deeply with others and often loses herself in music, books, art, but mostly importantly, her daydreaming
she suffers from maladaptive daydreaming, and while it’s not a disorder that she can’t leave with, and it’s not psychosis, it’s made her childhood and her learning a bit more difficult !! what it means is that she daydreams VERY vividly. she creates characters and worlds in her head (which isn’t uncommon) but she has no control over how often she slips into her fantasies. and for how long she thinks about it for lol. it happens most often when she’s bored, like regular daydreaming, but sometimes she finds herself dazing off in the middle of a conversation
however, she does know when she’s doing it !!!! and she knows that it isn’t real !!!! it is not schizophrenia, although she WAS misdiagnosed when she was a child.
one aspect of md is that while one is maladaptive daydreaming, their face and body can often emote with the daydream they’re having without their control...so if a character is talking in her head, one might move their lips, or make faces, or god forbid talk aloud lmao and not realize it
rosalie DOES NOT have this problem anymore but when she was a Child...oh my word it was bad lmao and she didn’t realize how strange it was ? so naturally the kids had a frickin field day bullying her lmao she had :( no friends :( bc nobody wanted to talk to the girl who talks to herself lol
her AMAZING BROTHER, parker reynolds (harry styles fc ;) hey katie) used to always protect her as best as he can tho, even tho he’s a few years older. they‘re inseperable and rosalie loves him SO MUCH. after they were in an car accident with their mom when she was 12, which lead to their mother’s death, they just grew closer especially bc their dad wasn’t around that often.
parker slipped into the dad role and took care of her and she’ll never be able to put into words how thankful she is, pls. she lives with him to this day, and she relies on him and rlly other people a lot.
she’s very kindhearted and sweet nd bubbly, VERY IDEALIST so she’s a bit naive. she believes the world is going to fall into place for her she just has this hope in her heart that everything will be okay one day, she can definitely be a little quiet ((her voice is very quiet at first, grows louder once you get to know her))
and that’s rosie !! she’s less melancholy than parker but she is just as introspective and i would love to plot things with each and everyone one of you :) hmu, or like this and i will come to you!
She was gentle and funny and she had a disarming curiosity and an incredible quality—of involving you in yourself. She would figure out that you had a problem and she would ask around it and you’d find yourself blurting out some private thing.
