follow the sun

Rosie Maddox. survivor. 25.

[rosecoloredmaddox]

rose's mask

verdict: it makes her feel beautiful

[winniewon]

ah, the cries of the terrified sang like a jarring melody in winnie's ears. it felt good- static rippling over her skin. she cackled. "I can!" her voice bounced off the stone alleyway and echoed down the dim path. she started a steady pace towards the prey, wand dragging and bouncing against the walls. "but I don't want to. so the real question is: can you fucking make me?"

[rosecoloredmaddox]

A distant part of Rosie’s brain wondered if she’d ever be able to walk to work again after this. The bigger part of her was busy panicking. All she could do was run and hope that she could find a way to make it stop.

“Wh-wh-what d-do you want?” She turned down another corner and watched a shopkeeper shutter their windows. “P-p-please, I’ll d-d-do anything.”

[winniewon]

winnie didn't run. there was not really a need. this little one wasn't a track star. "oh, no no no. I am not playing hide and seek. the name of the fucking game is chase." she pointed her wand at the lid of the bin and blasted it off with a red jet of magic. "run, bitch!"

[rosecoloredmaddox]

Rosie let out a strangled scream, tumbling backwards. She had to get out. Going forward wasn't an option, it would take her past this woman. So Rosie turned, stumbling, and fled down the alley and out into the street. She was in Knockturn now. Wonderful, she didn't know this place at all. "Can't y-you leave me a-alone?" She begged.

[winniewon]

winnie picked her teeth with the fingernail on her pinky finger. "begging will not help you. don't waste the fucking air. you'll need it." she laughed, padding a little extra time just for fun. "ONE." she called loudly.

[rosecoloredmaddox]

Rosie scrambled back to her feet, knees bleeding from the pavement, panic rising in her throat. She had never been able to run fast and the fear made her sense of direction worse. The best she could do was duck behind a stack of bins in a nearby alley, one hand clasped over her mouth.

[winniewon]

rosecoloredmaddox​

“You’re going to–” Rosie stumbled backwards quickly. This was not what she’d anticipated on her way home from work. “I umm, what?” 

–

“five, four, three-” winnie’s smile was wide and wicked. “you should be running.” she whispered before continuing to count down. “two...”

[rosecoloredmaddox]

Rose's eyes went wide in fear as she turned to run. She was used to stares and mean comments and whispers, but not this. Her escape only went so far, she barely made it to the end of the street before she tripped. "Pl-please, please don't---"

[rosecoloredmaddox]

winniewon​:

where; nightmare with; open

“oh. I am definitely going to fucking kill someone. we are far past the point of salvaging that daydream, but if you are very smart or very fast, it might not be you.”

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“You’re going to--” Rosie stumbled backwards quickly. This was not what she’d anticipated on her way home from work. “I umm, what?” 

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[rosecoloredmaddox]

X (any muse of mine)

send me ‘X’ to see how your muse appears in my muse’s NIGHTMARES

Rosie often gets nightmares. Castor and Melinda finding her scars, laughing at her, tossing her aside like everyone else always does eventually, that's one of her new ones.

[rosecoloredmaddox]

hauntedscreams​:

❋

“okay, so - uhm -” she paused, debating on how best to teach her, before sliding behind her and sitting with her own legs on either side of rosie’s. “is this okay? i can move if it’s not, but this will be the easiest way for me to show you the controls.”

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Rosie’s cheeks went very pink. “It’s okay.” She confirmed, and it was. It’d been quite a while since anyone had gotten this close. Marlene could see all her scars. Marlene hadn’t moved. “It’s very okay. What, umm, does what?”

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[rosecoloredmaddox]

xkilljxy​:

open;

“Do you believe in unconditional love?” Pandora’s eyes didn’t leave the steaming cup of coffee in front of her, eyeing it as if it were a long lost lover before she pulled it closer to her and took a calming sip. “I think I want to marry a coffee plant. It will never leave me and keep me running.”

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“I know some people get it,” Rosie tugged on her sleeve, thinking of the way her mother looked at her father. “But I don’t know if it’s a gift that everyone receives. Perhaps you should get a dog? I’ve heard they’re quite good at unconditional love. I’m not really sure, umm, about plants.”

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[rosecoloredmaddox]

✿ Rosie and Melinda, Rosie and Cas

Rosie & Melinda;

Rosie never really had any girl friends growing up, and only a few back at Hogwarts. None of them stuck around after the dragon pox. Melinda’s the first one who Rosie really felt safe with, which baffles her.

If Melinda ever left modeling, Rosie thinks she’d make a great life coach. She’s already done great with Rosie.

Rosie & Castor;

Sometimes Rosie wishes Castor was her brother and not Cassius. She always feels bad after she thinks this.

Rosie’s started nominating books for book club based solely on whether or not Castor would like them, to make sure he keeps coming.

[heidixhunter]

"It was a sight for sure. It was hard to look away, it was so ...graphic. That whole watching a trainwreck analogy." She pinched her eyes closer together as though in thought. Heidi wasn't lying. It was graphic and the panic was a sight to see: people going here, there and everywhere trying to figure out what had happened.

She put her concerned face on. "I haven't heard of anything major. No deaths anyway." Heidi swallowed hard. "It sounds like it's a good thing you weren't there. It wasn't easy to see."

[rosecoloredmaddox]

The way this woman described it all made Rosie think of dragon-pox, and the hospital. She swallowed hard against the memories and the bile rising in her throat. This wasn't about her, and now wasn't the time. Get a hold of yourself, Rose Maddox.

"No deaths is good. That's a nice change." Rosie said, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "I shouldn't be glad I wasn't there, but I am."

[rosecoloredmaddox]

xavecamour​:

“Oh.” Castor didn’t know what else to say to that. He hadn’t expected Melinda to be the type of sister who loved him too much to share him. Rosie seemed sincere in her words and Melinda, despite her protests to the contrary, had never hidden her feelings particularly well. He wouldn’t say anything to her, but he would ensure he spent a little more time with her over the next week, if she could squeeze him in. “Well, then he’s missing out I’m sure. Family isn’t just about blood, though.” He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I have never heard of the book, but I am partial to dramas. The fictional kind, anyway. Where can I pick up a copy?”

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“That’s very kind of you. Melinda said that, too.” The Dolohov’s really got a bad wrap, didn’t they? She had heard they were all scary but that wasn’t right at all. The twins seemed really lovely and she doubted their older brother could be that bad. “It’s alright though, I have a few friends. Like Melinda. Oh, I have a few spares! Just in case. That way if I leave one at the apothecary, or it gets lost, I won’t have to lose too much time finding a new one. Come in, come in! I promise my cat likes people.”

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[heidixhunter]

Oh good lord. Why would Heidi be asking about May Day in general? This was a smart one.

"Referencing this year's, of course. Why any other right now? So many things happened." Heidi cleared her throat. "You've got all the lovely flowers, the bright blue sky, the blazing fire," Heidi was dying to roll her eyes, but the only way to get intel was to have some sort of fakeness no matter how much she hated it, all the while wearing a strange smile.

"The poison though. That was a surprise." A nice surprise.

[rosecoloredmaddox]

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Rose frowned. There was something about this girl's voice that made her think the surprise hadn't exactly been unpleasant. Maybe she was just reading into things. Her mother always said Rosie looked for reasons to dislike people, or let them down.

"I heard about that, it sounded horrible. Those poor people I hope they're okay."

[rosecoloredmaddox]

heidixhunter​:

where: outside on a bench. who: open.

Heidi had a small on her face since the event ended. Such a great ending to their ideas of fun and innocent. How could they be so idiotic to think they’d be okay. It may not have been PAM — though she wished it was — but someone needed to show power.

She had a small smirk that was barely visible. “What are your thoughts about May Day?” Not caring who she asked.

--

“Umm, in general, or just this past one?” Rosie asked, fidgeting with her sleeves. She hadn’t attended, but she’d seen the news. It sounded horrible. This woman seemed happy enough about it though. Perhaps she hadn’t gone either.

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[rosecoloredmaddox]

hauntedscreams​:

who: rosie ( @rosecoloredmaddox​ ) where: marlene’s room

“i promise it’s not that hard. i will have you looking like a pro in no time.” marlene held out the controller for rose to take. “you wanna start with space invaders or pac-man?”

--

“If you’re really sure.” She still couldn’t understand why this telly-vision thing could be more fun to look at than Marlene, but Marlene seemed really keen on it. “Umm, which one is simpler? Do I just... hold this?”

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[rosecoloredmaddox]

xkilljxy​:

“I’d say it’s much better than what I could have done, I’m trash with things like this, and I don’t think I’d call it awful. I just wouldn’t know what to… call it.” Daisy shrugged, trying to lessen the blow as she picked up the mound of yarn and twisted it around in her hands. “What’s it supposed to be?”

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“I had been going for mittens.” Rosie said, poking at the pile of yarn Daisy now held. “But obviously that went very wrong. I can’t even blame Matilda, she doesn’t play with yarn.”

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[rosecoloredmaddox]

xkilljxy​:

open; yep

“But what… is it?” The amused grin on Daisy’s face only grew as she poked at it, trying to get some idea of what, exactly, she was supposed to be looking at.

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“Is it really that awful?” Rosie stressed, looking down at the most unrecognizable crochet project she’d thoroughly lost the pattern for. “I’m trying to make Marlene something nice. Only, I think I’m doing it all wrong.”

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