i'm talking to u

@rosfm

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HEY, i think i just saw ROSALIND 'ROS' LIM walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the TWENTY SEVEN YEAR OLD is working as a SERVER AT THE UNDERWORLD and lives in THE SHADY DELL RV PARK. given they are CREATIVE but IMPULSIVE, it’s likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD BY TEARS FOR FEARS and you’ll know why they’re called THE WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. ☾ .⭒˚ lee hojung. demi woman + she/they. pansexual+ picses.

tw: parental death, murder, psychosis, disasociation

#boneyardintro #parental death tw #murder tw #disassociation tw #psychosis tw

where : the dollhouse burlesque when : may 30th, 1997 who : @boneyardstarters

"I DUNNO WHAT'S WORSE, the possibility of goin' home and having goddamn country stuck in my head for who knows how long or how many cowboy boots have almost stepped on my feet. Think maybe there shoulda been a bit more practicin' for some people before confidently joined a line dance." Quite the line coming from someone who had only recently recovered in the last few years from a bad case of lifelong two feet on a dance floor herself, but if there was one thing that hadn't changed since her last name did, it was her ability to boast hypocrisy when it supported her complaints. As if on cue, ironically considering her complaints implied she hadn't thought anyone on the floor was capable of hitting a cue with accuracy, she took a step back to narrowly avoid a couple left one half of the pair was dipped into her. Eyebrows rose as if in a silent see, an elbow jutting out in front of her holding the possibility of turning the jamboree into a brawl were someone to get too close again. Credit due where it was deserved, not a single yawn had left her mouth since being she was in the midst of the western-themed antics around her, a true success, even if there was no lack of complaints that did, as she wasn't exactly picturing her first evening truly out of the house and with a babysitter like this. "One more time and you better take this lemonade before it ends up on someone. Isn't there supposed to be a mechanical bull 'round here somewhere, or is that at one of the other places? 'Cause watchin' people getting thrown around sounds a lot more fun. Y'think they'd let me get my hands on the controls if I bribed 'em so I can really send 'em flying?"

this wasn't going to be her scene at all but rosalind could hardly write things off completely given her... status. things had turned out so differently from what she had envisaged for herself - if nothing had changed, she'd still be at that roller rink teaching children, maybe would have gone up to manager if she had put the hours in over a couple of years but there was no chance of that happening now. there was a part of her that mourned that but it all bad? her delusions had helped her (and others) to smack the rose coloured glasses of her rose tinted cheeks. now, she was harsher, the scar of her face contributing to that. in a city like this, to be perceived in such a way was a blessing in disguise in keeping her safe, though, she had learnt a few tricks for herself as well. the other was familiar but she wasn't about to point it out. after not attending the wedding for reasons that were obvious, news travelled fast and it turned out rosalind didn't need to be present for scenes to unfold - it sounded like a mess. still, it had made her curious as the older woman in question had been in the house that night... should have witnessed it or something but nothing. the blanks had not helped but didn't condemn either, it was just frustrating. humming, rosalind frowned. "um, i think so but it's not really my thing." she shrugged as she looked down, still wearing her black boots as she refused to buy cowboy boots just for this. "coming to learn i'm really not a fan of... all this. there would have been a time when it would excite me."

#cfstvlla.#stella.

nxnbinarydracvla

Almost instantaneously, the biker was hyperaware of the fact that Atticus was somewhere in the room, although he didn't have an immediate eye on where he, or any of the rest of the quadruplets for that matter, were skulking around the festivities. For Rosalind to have found a job here, he couldn't help but wonder if they had found an out on their prison sentencing with an avowing to serve one of the loaded families that lived within the city limits. He didn't vocalize that thought, however; it wasn't worth ruining the party over. "Guess everyone's welcome, don't skip out on the cake. Someone's gotta eat it all." ( Stella would jump at protesting it should be her, but they didn't need to have a discussion about how devouring seventy-five cupcakes would back up her bowels even further. ) "Vegas kinda welcomes criminals. You and I are both sittin' here with jobs, y'know." Cyrek's eyes narrowed, studying their visage and noting that time had weathered them — it was almost a must, as anyone who didn't toughen up to the likes of prison would be eaten alive by the vultures that were locked up in it with a sort of permanence. "How long ago did you get out? None of my siblings mentioned 'bout it to me. 'ave you not spoken to any of them?"

rosalind shrugged at the offer of cake but nodded, as if simply going through the motions. she wasn't here to cause trouble nor turn down the offer of food. it was nerve wracking being in the presence of people that weren't strangers but she also didn't want them to think she was skulking in the shadows. rose coloured glasses had come off but she was optimistic about her future, even if it wasn't going to be teachingroller blading because of her criminal record - she'd be able to find something down to the life experience received. although rosalind seemed more jaded, it was far from the case when their hope was concerned. "i like it. it's a very strange city-" rosalind shrugged as she chose a cake "-but then again, i'm a bit strange, i guess." it was less apparent than before, though. "uh...." rosalind looked up as she tried to recall. "about nine months and only annaki." annaki was different, different in a good way that made her more likely to believe in her, to give her a chance even if she didn't believe she deserved it... "but yeah, i've got a job at the club and as someone who had never been to a club before, i kind of like it."

#nxnbinarydracvla.#cyrek.

"Hm." William merely nodded as he took another sip of the champagne, eyes scanning the place. The people who needed to be working after his daughter's meltdown were working, and the press was already beginning to focus on that. He knew there'd still be plenty of people to silence, but a meltdown and a complete breakdown lie seemed to be working just fine. Then again, after a fit that his youngest had thrown, was it really a lie?

"By all means, stay. My home is open to everyone tonight." He assured her. It wasn't like him to be this polite, but damage had already been done, and it was his way of fixing things. If others believed that he was so unlike to what Romi had described - not that she lied much - it would only further his cause. "Try the food. I do not mean to brag, but hiring the best chefs in the state was an obvious decision. It's the least I could do for a day like this."

the other's eyes wandered but it was hard for rosalind to drop her focus on him. there was something about him that bothered her but now her rose coloured glasses had truly been knocked off her, she couldn't quite locate the why. still, rosalind knew the last thing one should do was show fear. rosalind lim had been sentenced after supposedly killing their foster mother but due to disparities and a forensic error being made in the case against her, she was set free - that had not been before she'd faced that violence that hurt so much. now she doubted her family would ever look at her with the same protective eyes again - she'd never blame them - but as time passed, rosalind wondered how false her confession would prove in the eyes of the real truth.

"that's very generous of you." i bet he sees me like a rat sniffing around his expensive kitchen, rosalind thought. that kind of statement didn't come from a person that was unprepared. it also came from narcissists but who was she to judge after the supposed atrocity that she'd committed? "you have a lovely home, if i can say so. exquisite is a word that comes to mind." she worked at a nightclub and now lived in a trailer, a complete antithesis to the other but it shouldn't have been this way. "you are a royal flush... i can tell."

#williamxweiss.#murder tw #violence tw

alessandroxvitelli

With: @boneyardstarters Where: Vegas Strip When: March 24th, 1997

Sunglasses on his face, Alessandro was currently finishing a post-lunch cigarette. Taking a final drag, he threw it on the ground, stepping on it, and then exhaling the smoke. He was currently looking up at a billboard that was being set up near the MGM Grand, grinning. Sure, his brother had just been shot, but... Alessandro had information the public was not privy to, a little bit of plastic surgery, and he'd be fine. He was helping Meera run things, but she had a good head on her shoulders, realistically better than Alessandro's. Leading the family was a temporary position anyway. This billboard, though, that was going to be his. Just his.

Apparently, one of the pictures in the newspaper of him at his father's funeral caught the eye of a few designers, who wanted to use him as a model....one of the faces of the 1997 Calvin Klein Spring Collection, that billboard was going to be him doing just that. When he heard someone speak to him, he snapped out of it, turning to face them, nodding his head.

"Can you believe it? That whole billboard up there is just going to be me? I mean, I've always been told I've had a big head, but now I really am." Still smiling, he paused for a few seconds, realizing this person probably did not approach him about that. "I imagine you probably care more about the other reasons the Vitellis have been in the news, to which I cannot comment on that, at all. So don't even bother. Although I will say this, everyone is fine. We're all good, pinky promise."

rosalind had been minding her own business walking down the strip in her baseball cap and sunglasses, streaks of hair blowing against her face and blending with the scar that ran down the left side of her face. it had been a strange time but all she needed to do was keep her head down instead of flirting with danger or controversy. members of her own family may not have been pleased to see her but the past was the past; she was alive so had to make the most of it.

frowning, she stopped at the other's musing and looked up at the current billboard then back at the other. ros could never understand ego inflation that would make someone want their face on such a big surface - it would blow up everything but the real reason would be that it was too much attention and cause everyone to think you were much, much smaller in the flesh. "impressive." her eyebrows raised in a non-chalant way as she witheld her opinion on the billboard's future. she had the full intention of walking off until the other mentioned his family. "well..." rosalind had heard all sorts but she never was one for gossip - it was none of her business. "i tend not to listen to rumours."

#i had to #alessandroxvitelli.#alessandro.

location: the Weiss manor date: march 20, 1997 status: open

@boneyardstarters

The ball was bound to drop, one way or another. How could he rely on his own daughter for something as simple as playing nice and making a speech on a day like this? Perhaps he was being too kind, too nice all his life. Perhaps he spoiled all of them too much. All he asked of all of them was to live up to his expectations; such a small thing to do, and yet, as he watched Remi fail miserably at that, he knew he made a mistake. He was too trusting, too kind, and it had to end tonight.

It was a shame that it all went down on a day like this, but as William re-entered the room, immediately surrounded by the wandering eyes and overwhelmed by the whispers that were certainly there, all he could do was control the damage already done. Then again, was anyone really stupid enough to come to him and demand for answers?

Lips snarling into a smile, William raised his glass of champagne at the person that had approached him. “I’m sure my dearest bride is somewhere around too, although, she’s probably just as overwhelmed by everyone’s well-wishes.” It was a dig, but he was still playing nice; there was no way around it. The photographers were there, and with him being part of the duo who got everyone’s attention, he knew he had to be the accommodating and happy newlywed. It was one of the many roles the man knew how to play, and whilst he would’ve been happy to celebrate in other ways, this had to do. If he was pleasant yet authoritative, he knew he could manage just fine.

“I do hope you’re enjoying yourselves on this fantastic day.”

rosalind's story made them living proof that everything could change in an instant. the old rosalind was naive, liked roller blading and didn't have much else to worry about (apart from the trauma of losing her biological parents) - life was life and now it was tainted. ros would never know that feeling again - the system had punished her, shaken her but it instilled something else within her. that was the part of the reason why she didn't attempt to hide the scar that scraped down her face... it was her new beginning. rose coloured glasses off, she'd fully accepted her time in prison thinking that it would be like that for some time but a technicality had released her from that and now she found herself in las vegas.

it would have been nice to go back to how things were but looking back, she was never actually happy but suppressing such emotions... maybe working at the club was making her look at people pouring themselves out (even if embarrassing) yet lacking the childlike manner she had presented previously. the innocence seemed to evaporate. not really knowing many, the other caught rosalind mid gulp of her drink and she had to gulp fast to avoid the alternative. "oh-" quickly widening her eyes, she nodded. "a lovely couple." ros nodded again. "enjoying, yeah. i'm kind of a plus one, honestly but it's been really lovely, seeing all this... that's such a lovely commitment." and there was the old ros, still living in paradise and not all of it could be knocked out of her. "i don't mean to intrude so i can go if you want."

#williamxweiss.

nxnbinarydracvla

with: @rosfm where: skratch records when: february 20th, 1997

There were plenty of faces in the sea of people that he hadn't anticipated to see on today of all days. One of those was his brother's convict sister who had flown the coop — felons, he had nothing against. Felons with a good amount of evidence that she'd stabbed her mother to death in a crime of passion? Matricide was worthy of death in some cultures, so he didn't take to it kindly, to say the least. AJ had insisted on clambering into his arms, even though she was now too big to really pack around, complaining of being ready for nap time, and all but fallen asleep there and taken his arm she was leaning her body weight on along with. When Rosalind approached, eyes trained on his daughter shifted away, and the softness in his mismatched hues evaporated with, guarding his expression as he would have his daughter. "You're a long way from home," he observed, perhaps meaning nothing by it at all. Or everything. Was there an in-between? "If you came all this way to cause trouble, you can turn tail and go back out the door, y'know. S' not too late."

home had been gone for a long time - it was something she'd taken from herself and everyone else... or had she? there were question marks in the case and those question marks had granted them their freedom but it would never be back to how it was. the old rosalind lim was long gone and ros didn't seem to mind. things were different now, rose coloured glasses shattered along with the long scar down the side of her face - it acted as a reminder of what she had supposedly done as well as her punishment and it would always be prevalent. it would be difficult for her to forget and perhaps that was why she'd chosen to enter to party event lifestyle with her job - making up for lost time, mostly in the dark and gavve a certain stranger anonymity. that was nice but she had ultimately come here to try get back in contact with those she called family, who had called her family at one point... "cyrek." raising her evebrows, rosalind nodded. "nice to see you, too." there was a hint of arrogance that had never been there before when she was too busy being naive. "not here to make trouble. got a job actually, here. would have never thought that."

#nxnbinarydracvla.

EVEN IF SOME SAW IT AS A FAULT, Annaki truly refused to ever give up on a single person--or animal, as her bleeding heart at the animal shelter proved. What had transpired in their family wouldn't have her casting her sister away, never, and it was proved by how she let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her sister, despite being a previously suspected killer, over that of a disgruntled parent. They couldn't turn away a family member when if they were wanted by the state. When grey eyes blinked back open after they had squeezed them shut in expectation of a worse response, there was light to be found in them at their sister's face being the visage reflected in her hues. "Oh, thank God, it's you, Ro. Unless you really are on the search for an Elmo, then not thank God, I guess. Just promise me you won't yell at me, right?" Deflating from the defensive posture she had taken on, a general warmth that Annaki usually always with themselves returned, a side effect of wearing their heart on their sleeve so openly. "I didn't think I'd get to see you until Hanukkah! What are you doing here?"

there was a part of rosalind that was prepared for whatever reaction her family would give her, if any. they believed they'd done something atrocious and now, ros wasn't even sure herherself if she had done it but she knew she had hurt eliana - something that seemed unfathomable - so deserved to be punished. punishment, as she had come to learn, could take various forms and she knew she hadn't yet been greeted by all of them. it was the sentence, the deep scar at the side of her face, the rejection from those she called her family; the list could go on but the more versions she met, the less it hurt her. the wool had been lifted from ros' eyes and rose coloured glasses snatched from her face that made her much more aware of her reality than ever before and there was a certain peace to it. "looks like the universe gave me a second chance." it was a technicality and far from a common case. "actually, i work around, in a club, believe it or not." that was the last place 'the old rosalind' would be on a weekend let alone a week night. "i'm really enjoying it, actually. sometimes there's trouble but i can handle it." she nodded towards the other. "you should stop by sometime." she'd missed the other immensely but was always grateful for annaki's energy - it reminded her of how she used to be and she couldn't let that vanish completely.

#wiithstars.#annaki.

divinitymctions

@rosfm

ROS’ RESIDENCE | SHADY DELL RV PARK

sunday, 29th of december, ‘96

the inclination to follow rosalind was meant to be always friendly, without the means to be intimidating. addison and sounding, or looking, intimidating don’t correspond. “so ros, what do you wanna do?” they sat in ros’ rv, attempting to form a single idea about what they could do together. “it’s a sunday. i can only assume we should keep it calm, cool, and collected,” addy paused, but instantly gasped, ultimately forming an idea—good heavens. “do want to go to the movies? we could catch a film, and then maybe grab a bite to eat.”

rosalind hadn't got back until 6am that morning from her shift but after a couple hours sleep, she was yet to feel sucked of all her energy. there were nights where she'd have the utmost clarity despite the lights distorting around her and it had been one of those nights. "calm's good, yeah." ros nodded slowly. "that's a good idea, actually. i can't remember the last time i went to the movies, actually." it must have been way before that fateful night that changed everything for them. "is there something in particular you want to see? just please don't tell me you've got your sights set on seeing a western, because if you do... sorry, that's me out." they were being serious but did let out a chuckle.

#divinitymctions.

open starter ( @boneyardstarters ) location: glitter gulch lounge

Smoke plumes from behind his teeth as the 70 year old CSI lead lays somewhat supine on a chaise. A canary yellow martini sits half-finished on the closest table, and Aviel lets the cigarette dangle from ring-adorned fingers as he idly watches one of the dancers shift very low, swing her hips in a way that looks actually a bit uncomfortable.

He's not really there to watch the bodies gyrate - he's there to wallow. Easy enough at the end of a very long day. "Wonder if there's a correlation between people who've been strippers and people who ended up needing new hips, aye?" Avi fishes through the pockets of his nice blazer to find a few bills. "You want a drink, babes? Think there's enough there for a glass of something. My tab's open, too. Go on."

rosalind was only just starting to play with life as she was now far from the sheltered person she used to be before everything had happened. she tried not to think about it as much - what really happened? either she was capable of doing such a thing or there were other forces at work. no matter if she'd done it or not, the scar running down her face would constantly serve as a reminder - would the universe thing that that was enough? only time would tell.

the other was odd in the sense that was what they were thinking about it it was slightly intriguing. "you mean for the dancers or people that have done them wrong?" a light chuckle escaped her but her face remained serious. "you sure? that would be most kind of you." ros wanted to ask if he came here often but wasn't one to pry into people's business unless they invited it. "feels like a different world in here, doesn't it? you can be anyone you'd like and no one would bat an eye."

#starskipplng.#aviel.

"fair. if i'm honest, i've been handcuffed more times than i've handcuffed others in that latter capacity. but yeah, weirdest as a cop was in one of those little cages where the exotic dancers dance around? i had to go up and grab the girl. she had a warrant out for her arrest and was stripping to make some cash."

a shrug. "guess she wanted to skip town. but she didn't realize that one of the arson detectives visits that club a lot."

a smile and a swirl of his drink. a wistful gaze at the bottom of the glass.

"what's got you so curious?"

rosalind's face twitched at the other's remark finding it a little surprising but it proved that people surprised you and you should be ready for it. had she herself even been handcuffed at the start? she must have but so much was blocked out. sighing at his question, ros shook her head as her brow furrowed. "i'm not entirely sure.. guess everything's such doom and gloom, hearing about the funny times makes it a bit better." she was expecting more of a drama from the answer as she could think of far more amusing instances but that was her imagination getting the best of her. rosalind's demeanour had calmed over the years, it had to in order to survive but that 'creative' brain was repressed deep down somewhere. "this place is a lot different to any other places i've been but i think i like it. night life is good." this was their first experience with it really as they'd never gone out properly in their youth - always preoccupied.

#turnanddraw.#ty.

open starter || location: utp || @boneyardstarters

"weirdest place i've ever been handcuffed or weirdest place i've handcuffed someone?"

he shakes his head. "umm. okay. answer to the first one... i was once handcuffed to an ex's radiator in her bathroom. don't ask. i'm still sensitive about it."

he mulls over the second question. "as for weirdest place i've handcuffed someone... I mean... what, you want the cop capacity or something a little bit more fun?"

"good to know." perhaps the ex-convict was getting a little bold asking such a figure these types of questions so nonchalant but did it even count if she'd been released on a technicality in alaska? rosalind would never know the truth of what happened that night, whether she had been responsible or not - she'd paid for it anyway and that was clear by the jaggered scar running down the side of her face. the experience had woken her up beyond belief and she was never about to be that naive person ever again. widening their eyes, rosalind took a breath. "it's sounding like this isn't in a professional capacity but i would prefer it." they didn't need to know what the other got up to in the bedroom.

#turnanddraw.#tybalt.

where : toys r us when : december 10th, 1996 who : @boneyardstarters

"IF YOU'RE ASKING ABOUT THE TICKLE ME ELMO, we've been sold out for three weeks, and I would tell you when we're getting more in but I really, really don't know, so pleasepleaseplease don't yell at me." The spiel was already leaving past their lips before they had even spun around to let the person speak, a loud breath sucked in once she had gotten it all out as frantic grey eyes looked almost a bit crazed, long blonde locks had a hint of uncharacteristic frizz that spoke to their fraying sanity the longer the shift went on. One eye squeezed shut, as if they were bracing for the impact of a pissed off parent desperate for the high sought after toy, the holiday season having ransacked what they would have otherwise considered a fun and enjoyable job--during the time of year that they were allowed to ramble about board games or help someone pick out the perfect Barbie. Not during the month of December. Wide eyes peeking back open, their shoulders deflated, leaning in as if they were terrified their next words would be caught and they'd be sent to gallows for it. "If I'm being honest, I don't even know if we're getting more, and I'm kind of afraid if we don't, someone's going to try to make a Tickle Me Elmo out of me."

whilst the move to las vegas was definitely a fresh start, rosalind would be kidding herself if annaki wasn't part of that. she would have come anyway but maybe it was annaki's belief in her, a pull she felt when she was released with nothing on the outside with no one to greet her, perhaps this was the ultimate pull. coming to the other's apparent place of work wasn't the best move but ros wasn't on shift at the club tonight so she could afford to dedicate her time to more pressing matters. still, she was different. the difference didn't worry her specifically but she did wonder if her sister would be even more disappointed in her. the prominent scar scraping down the left side of her face along with the baseball cap painted her as a menacing figure naturally when she entered the store (her face had healed remarkably well from the hand crafted weapon and the poor medical attention that followed). "you don't know?" rosalind couldn't help but smile. "isn't that a shame..."

#I HAD TO #wiithstars.#annaki.

her gaze lingers — not indulgent, not hungry — merely present, as though acknowledging another person is a task she must remember how to perform. the night itself tugs at the collar of her robe. she pulls it closer, a small, precise gesture, guarding her throat as if the fabric alone could keep out whatever prowls the dark.

the girl’s words amuse her, if only by degrees. “pretty name.” she doesn’t linger on it. doesn’t offer her own in trade. names are doors, and she’s not in the habit of opening anything she can’t later close.

her attention fractures — splits toward the desert’s hush, toward the gritty static of gravel under distant tires, toward a silence that feels too curated. “i’ve been here longer,” she says, voice low, almost thoughtful, “long enough to know this place doesn’t usually whisper or bang back.” her words hang, suspended in the air; dust mites deciding whether to fall.

rosalind's eyes glitter just a little at the compliment - something she hasn't heard in a long time but can only take it as a pinch of sealt. she was no longer that innocent babe that had to be protected because as soon as she was perceived to do something unforgivable, people turned on her. they were right for doing so and she'd own what she'd done but what if she hadn't actually done it? did it even matter? all rosalind knew now was that she was capable and in her mind, one made their bed as soon as they were capable of atrocities.

"yeah, luck you." there was a slight bitterness but it wasn't sarcasm. "things always go bang back, trust me. if you don't hear the bang, maybe you are it." there were plenty of whispers and bangs throughout her life. "-oh maybe it's going to bang back because i've got this-" she lifted the vodka bottle out of the bag that she'd taken from the club. "got some mixers back in my place if you want me to grab them."

#forgottendclls.#alcohol tw #verity.

CLOSED STARTER FOR ROS @rosfm

Rys shook out his colourful shirt, the sweat pressing to his chest and armpits, the heat of the place overwhelming.

But nice.

He accepted the two drinks that were handed to him by the bartender, and rushed back through the crowds towards Ros, finding her despite the chaos in the place, the crowds swaying this way and that to the music.

His smile was bright as he gestured to Ros that he'd gotten the drink.

"For you!" he said loudly over the sound of the music.

"It's SO WARM in here!"

clubs were never a place where old rosalind wanted to go. they had lived their life sheltered, easy, magical but all that had quickly been scraped away with that unfortunate night. ros knew that she'd hurt her, she knew it because she was there but her being fully culpable for what had happened was an entirely different line of enquiry - one that had managed to free her. now she would spend her days testing boundaries relatively easy given then harsh start to it she'd received in prison. it was as if very little phased her now.

the place was lively - new people every week make it interesting but there were always the regulars. "for me?" she raised an eyebrow before giving a flicker of a smile. "i shouldn't really drink on the job but everyone else does here, right?" with a wink, she took the glass from the other. "yeah, there's a bit of a malfunction with the ac but don't worry, it works wonders when the confetti falls towards the end of the night - the cleaners' worst nightmare."

#b4rredteeth.#rhys.#alcohol tw

⸻ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — @boneyardstarters

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐯 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 — 𝟐:𝟎𝟒 𝐚𝐦 the night was supposed to be still. one of those rare, thin silences that the desert sometimes offered — the kind that made her forget the hum of engines, the shuffle of transients, the weight of a life that had learned to stay light. the air outside was warm but brittle, a dry wind running through the palm fronds like restless fingers.

then came the sound.

a sharp crack — too heavy to be a car backfiring, too dull to be fireworks. it rolled across the gravel park like a pulse.

verity froze mid-motion, hand hovering above the small stove where water had just begun to hiss. for a moment, her heart tripped into a rhythm she didn’t recognize. old instincts — buried but not gone — whispered beneath her ribs. she killed the flame, waited, listened.

silence again. then the echo — distant, uncertain.

she pushed the curtain aside, the faint light from the rv spilling across her face. her breath made a soft cloud against the glass before she slid the door open, stepping into the cool, electric quiet.

the park around her looked the same — rows of tired rigs, soft blue string lights, the faint smell of engine oil and cheap perfume. but something in the air had shifted.

she leaned against the doorway, her voice low but carrying. “—did you hear that?” her eyes found the nearest stranger — someone standing by. a beat, steady but searching. “sounded close. too close, maybe.”

the name of the park somewhat lived up to the expectations but as rosalind lim had now dealt with far worse conditions, it felt like a luxury. she loved her little unit and as the days passed, it felt more like home. the old home was nowhere to be found, it didn't exist because of her but she would prove herself worthy to her siblings once more - it was an unforgivable act but could they be so sure it was true if the law disagreed? a technicality was all that required for her to be released - if only people were as fickle.

the club had been quiet, she wasn't needed for closing so had taken her tips and knocked off early. booze in a paper bag, rosalind had stopped when she heard something but wouldn't be able to describe the sound. "what?" turning around, her eyebrows shot up. "are you scared of things that go bang in the night? if you are, this is the wrong place for you." the old ros would have been terrified as she'd been coddled in her younger years but there was no shielding her from the truth now. she accepted it like she accepted nightfall, that it was a given. of course, ros had no idea of the other's nature but why would she? just because she now had her eyes wide open did not mean she still wasn't oblivious to the strange happenings around her. "i'm rosalind, ros if you're feeling friendly. i got here a couple months back."

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Rosalind Lim as a dolphin.

Paired with her classic blue leather jacket, jeans and boots - Ros adds a cute dolphin hat, some blue glitter eyeshadow, some silver earrings and winged eyeliner to complete the look

#boneyardtask #boneyardlagoon #excuse jennies face but this is how her makeup is!!

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