Post by Rose and Alex on Mar 14, 2008 14:00:18 GMT -5
Players Name: Randi The Great
Age: Twenty One
E-mail Address: RandiKathaleen(at)gmail(dot)com
Instant Messengers: gmail only.
Character Information:
Name: Alex Manson
Rank: N/A
Occupation: Stable worker, and helper down at different bars occasionally.
Nick Names/Aliases: Alex Manson ((There is another, but that isn’t something commonly known. Alexia Tyler ))
Age: 26, born 1854 January 22
Appearance: Sun bleached hair, slicked back slightly, strong cheek bones, brown eyes, full lips, ((and yes that is a picture of an young Jessy James I believe...didn’t he just look girly?)) He stands at about 5’8 and has narrow shoulders.
Belongings/Equipment: He carries two pistols strapped low on his hips. One dusty worn, low brimmed hat, and an old leather vest.
Any distinguishing features: No, rather average.
Place of Birth: Alex is originally from a small town of Kansas.
Family: Mother and Father, both dead.
Brief Personal History: Growing up in a small town in Kansas Alex, was lucky enough to have both his parents available to him. Alex’s father didn’t go to war and his mother stayed home. When he was fourteen they were both killed in an accident involving a horse, a stable and a fire. Alex joined up with a small time gang and stayed with them until something went wrong in one of their robberies, soon their faces were printed on wanted posters everywhere. So changing his name he boarded a train for the west. While on the train he met Rose Hollandale and family. They traveled together and Alex became charmed by the sweet girl and the sweeter family. When bedding down in Texas a bout of the pox spread through the town they were in. Taking Rose's family and leaving 21 year old Rose alive. Rose's father granted her the deed to a hotel he had bought asking Alex to take good of his daughter. Alex, charged with this task followed through. Now he works in the stables of Roses' Hotel, staying close to his dearest friend. Every one in the town assumes they’re either brother and sister, though two last names, or Alex has been courting her for a very long time. Either way they’re both very uptight about Alex, and Rose's own past. It’s unsure how much Rose knows about Alex. There’s something dark about Alex. And much of his real past, and his involvement in the ‘gang’ is unknown to all but Alex and a few others.
Personality/Quirks: Alex loves gossip. If the town has any kind of news He’s the one to hear it first, though he doesn’t indulge in the actual gossiping, he collects as much of it as he can. Alex never joins in the fun of the Cat-Houses, and never, goes shirtless or swimming in public. No matter how hot, or tempted he his. He does have a nervous tick, that only goes away when gambling, and that’s rubbing his chin.
Other important notes: To Alex’s knowledge there are no real problems with him. He avoids the Doctor like the plague terrified that the man might find out about his…true self.
Audition Piece:
Alex picked up the two bags he had with him. Boarding the train that would take him as far as Colorado and then from their it was wagon ridding all the way to well, he wasn’t sure yet. But far away from here, that he was sure of. He lifted his hat as he passed two elderly ladies and took the first open cabin he saw. Standing up he slid his bags into place. The door of his compartment opened and he turned around. A young girl maybe three years, could be two, younger then himself stood their. She blushed as red as her hair which was caught up in a bun and held tight by pins. He let his eyes trail down, full lush lips, dark hazel-green eyes sparking with anger when she noticed that he saw staring. “Is this compartment full?“ She asked curtly. He grinned and stepped aside to let her enter she did so, keeping her gaze firmly on the floor. Her figure, Alex noted was thicker and had curves in all the right places. Following the young woman, an elderly man, with the same red hair, though thinning on the top followed. He was plump and had a…youthful air about himself. The woman was older with graying brown hair. She was thin and plane looking, still there was something in those hazel-green eyes, Alex knew where their daughter (for she could only be their daughter) got her fight from. This woman had a no-nonsense appearance however Alex noticed several tale-tale Laugh lines around her mouth. “Parden me. I’m Alex T-Manson. Alex Manson.” He stuck out his hand at the gentleman first. The man laughed and reached out. “Brain E. Hollandale, this is my wife Mary and my daughter Rose.” He stated proudly. Alex let the father’s hand drop and picked up the wife’s “Mrs. Hollandale,” he kissed the top of her hand, forcing a laugh out of her. The once seemingly plain woman transformed into a shinnying thing. Alex blinked but Mary was done laughing, she was plain once more. Shaking his head he reached out for Rose's hand. She however looked to be in no mood to be charmed. Taking his hand she gave it a strong, abrupt handshake before letting it go.
~_~
Alex struck his match on the under side of his boot letting the memories fade from his mind. He smiled as it flared to life so he could light end of his cigarette, double checking to make sure that Rose wasn’t going to come flying out the front door and tear it from his lips, as had happened in the past. He smirked to himself taking a deep drag. Standing up he poked his head into the door of the Hotel. "Rose, I’m headed to the Saloon for a drink” and then he high tailed it out of there. Rose was the only one in this town who could wrangle her friend in line, no one, not even Alex is quiet sure what it is about her that gives her such power. Sauntering down the street, his shoes clopping lightly, he tipped his hat to a few of the Ladies, receiving faint blushes and giggles. Grinning he tossed the burned down smoke into the street, and pushed the doors of the Saloon open. Sitting down he ordered a shot of whiskey. Leaning back on the stool. “What’s the news?” He asked, the bartender only grunted, but a near by bar-wench smiled and walked over. “Buy me a drink Handsome and I’ll fill your ears.” She touched his shoulder lightly. Alex grinned, reaching out and pulling the woman into his lap. “Another drink!” He ordered, and handed it over. The woman downed it in one swallow and began filling him in on all the latest drama. He chuckled and ran his hands up and down her arms. “Alex you dog, you’ll make a woman crazy!” She growled softly leaning in for a kiss. Alex let her kiss him for a moment, and then pushed her, none too gently off his lap. “And you my dear, would drive men to war with those kisses. Sweet as poison they are.” He teased lightly, “But you know my heart’s already taken..” The woman sighed, and then smiled reaching forward to grab him below the waist. Deftly Alex caught her arm and twisted it behind her back. “Now now. You know the rules.” She pouted. “But if that Rose Bitch wasn’t so hard up I’d of had you in bed by now.” Alex laughed and shook his head. “Now now Kitten, don’t be callen Rose a bitch or I’ll have tah tell her where I’ve been and get us both in trouble.” The woman, nodded and twisted away. “Well yer on yer own. I’m off to look for a man that can pay, AND service a real woman.” And with that she spun away leaning over another man’s shoulder playing poker. Alex paid for the drinks and exited the Saloon slowly making his way home to Rose and her hotel.
((I changed Berry's name to Rose. So there might be still a few mistakes in here.=))
Name: Rose Hollandale
Rank: N/A
Occupation: Owner of the Five Grace’s Hotel
Nick Names/Aliases: You may call her Rosie if your young and/or you do not value your life.
Age: 22, April 26 1959
Appearance: Curly wavy red hair, generally kept back in the bun style of the 1800’s. She has a soft chin, and bright green-hazel eyes. Her lips thinner, but not non-existent, and a smile always seems to be tugging from her. She stands at about a 5’3 (5’3 and ½ half if you ask her). Pale skin with a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and an easy laugh.
Belongings/Equipment: She owns the Five Grace Hotel, and a black cross that she always wears from her mother.
Any distinguishing features: Her man freckles and the dark patch of skin on her wrist is a birth mark.
a young Rose dressed in fancy clothing. Though she owned nothing like this, I'll pretend it's her imagination.
Place of Birth: Originally she was born in New York City, raised their until her father bought the hotel. She was 22 when they left for the trip out west.
Family: Mother: Mary Hollandale –Dead
Father: Brain Hollandale
Brother- Brain Hollandale -Fought in the war, would be about 26 now, left when rose was 16, MIA-assumed dead
Brief Personal History: Rose grew up in a little two bed room apartment with her family. It was tight living, her bother and she shared a room. Her father worked at a factory and her mother took in sewing when she could. They provided as best they could for their children but the fact is they were poor. Rose was taught as much as her mother knew, then when Brain went to school he’d come home and teach her everything he learned. He dropped out of school when he was 15 and a year later joined the War. The family waited for five years but by the time Rose was 21 they knew he wasn’t coming back. Brain, the father, had a strike of luck and won the deed to the Five Grace’s Hotel, in a town called Lost Haven. He and his family packed their few belongings. It was a long trip; they could only take the train part of the way, and take the cheaper wagon ride the rest. They met up with Alex, whom Brain took an immediate liking too, seeing that the boy was hurting and had been through some bad times. Mary pointed out to her husband, that Alex reminded her of their son. Brain agreed and looked at his daughter, hoping to see them married some day. They admitted freely, that they’d raised Rose in the for-front of thinking. She was well on her way to being liberated; they bought her school books which she read until they were falling apart. She was a quick learner. When she first met Alex she didn’t like him, finding something off about him. As the journey grew longer she found him to be a surprisingly gentle companion. When the wagon train had to stop for a bout of sickness, her parents were among those taken. Brain begged Alex in private to take care of his flower, his Rose. When Alex tried to protest, Brain grabbed him by the collar “I know, *boy* Now take care of my daughter” Alex agreed and escorted Rose all the way back. By the time they reached Lost Haven most of the grief had dulled. Rose flung herself into work. The hotel was run down and almost worth less. It took almost four months to get it in running order. She hired on Mark, a young man, to help run things. Shortly after that she started making the Hotel into a nice place to stay, it wasn’t long before her Hotel was one of the best in town.
Personality/Quirks: Rose is actually very insecure. She is nice and sweet to every one, believing that she will never marry, there for she has nothing to worry about men hitting on her. Alex is the only man she’s close to, who isn’t a guest. If it’s outside her Hotel she doesn’t want to go out there, fearing she’ll make a fool of herself. She’s got a quick mind and a temper, which she rarely shoes. Her Hotel is her domain and her word is law. It is the one area in her life where Rose is, completely in control, and self-confidant. She doesn’t like to waste money on herself, but allows herself a new dress twice a year. She takes amazing care of her dresses, keeping them like new.
Other important notes: Rose has terrible head-ache’s and can’t always see. She hasn’t yet been to the Doctor Franklin, feeling she has too much work to do. If it weren’t for Alex she’d work herself straight to exhaustion and only then would she rest.
Audition Piece:
Rose rolled her eyes tucking a loose stray back into her hat. For a Hotel woman Rose dressed well, not too well mind you, but well enough. She smiled at the thought of how she had once gone with out food some nights, and now? Well she was a regular lady. Greeting the faces of her guest she checked them in. “Here’s your key, and breakfast is served at 7 am, each morning. No later, supper is at 6pm each night, no later. For Dinner, or lunch if your not from around here, your on your own.” She smiled and patted his hand. Looking up at the stairs where Alex was arguing with some man. “I’m telling you, it will work. Let me try it out and you’ll see! Indoor water closets!” Alex rubbed his face and shook her head. “Give me two minutes.” He pounded down the steps and smiled as he came upon Rose. “So, he’s willing to drop the price, he really wants to try this new type of pipe. Something about ventilation and ...something. It might put Five Grace’s on the map...”
Laughter bubbled up in Rose, she patted Alex’s hand. “Well, do what ever you think is best dear.” And then she turned away. Alex was practically exploding with excitement. Rose just wanted her hotel to have the best for her guests. They already had a large copper pot to bring up to the bed rooms if some one needed a bath. Not many guests used it though. This man, that Alex had found, was talking about being able to draw water into the house and every room with a tub. She stifled a laugh. Water was in too short supply, there was no way *that* would ever take off. Reaching up she unbuttoned her apron from the back of her neck and set it down on the counter.. She slipped into the reading room, (as many books as Alex could get her, lined the walls in shelves Alex had made) The smoke/reading room was done in dark woods. It had cost her a pretty penny but it was worth it. She made her way into the kitchen, patting Mark and his wife Linda (Linda wasn’t her real name, but it’s what she liked to be called) on the shoulder. “I think, that we need another batch of sweet lemonade. And then Linda, we’ll start on Supper.” Linda nodded her oddly shaped face smiling, round almond eyes, tan skin. Rose admired and envied the other woman, she was so beautiful with all that tan skin and dark straight hair. Rose sighed and pushed the thought away. Work to be done.
`the night`
It took a few minutes to get all the pins out of her hair. It fell to her waist in a madding curly way. Rose sighed and looked at her reflection. To many freckles, eyes not green not brown, small lips, she’d seen what the Soiled Doves, or ladies of the night, looked like. She’d even seen real ladies, all graceful and dark, some tall and blonde. Rose was tiny and dainty. Long bright red hair making her stick out like a sore thumb when all she wanted to do was fit in. She used to dream of getting married, before she realized how unappealing she was. Wiping a tear away from her cheek she turned to the door, where she knew Alex waited. “Come in.” Alex smiled and pushed open the door. “’lo lovely.” He said picking up the hair brush. It was an odd nightly ritual but Alex swore up and down that it kept his demons at bay and let him sleep the night through. Rose sat still as he deftly gently bushed her hair. “Don’t call me lovely in private.” She whispered. Alex sighed and looked at her. She’d never understand.
((I’m going to go fall in bed now K thanks?))
Age: Twenty One
E-mail Address: RandiKathaleen(at)gmail(dot)com
Instant Messengers: gmail only.
Character Information:
Name: Alex Manson
Rank: N/A
Occupation: Stable worker, and helper down at different bars occasionally.
Nick Names/Aliases: Alex Manson ((There is another, but that isn’t something commonly known. Alexia Tyler ))
Age: 26, born 1854 January 22
Appearance: Sun bleached hair, slicked back slightly, strong cheek bones, brown eyes, full lips, ((and yes that is a picture of an young Jessy James I believe...didn’t he just look girly?)) He stands at about 5’8 and has narrow shoulders.
Belongings/Equipment: He carries two pistols strapped low on his hips. One dusty worn, low brimmed hat, and an old leather vest.
Any distinguishing features: No, rather average.
Place of Birth: Alex is originally from a small town of Kansas.
Family: Mother and Father, both dead.
Brief Personal History: Growing up in a small town in Kansas Alex, was lucky enough to have both his parents available to him. Alex’s father didn’t go to war and his mother stayed home. When he was fourteen they were both killed in an accident involving a horse, a stable and a fire. Alex joined up with a small time gang and stayed with them until something went wrong in one of their robberies, soon their faces were printed on wanted posters everywhere. So changing his name he boarded a train for the west. While on the train he met Rose Hollandale and family. They traveled together and Alex became charmed by the sweet girl and the sweeter family. When bedding down in Texas a bout of the pox spread through the town they were in. Taking Rose's family and leaving 21 year old Rose alive. Rose's father granted her the deed to a hotel he had bought asking Alex to take good of his daughter. Alex, charged with this task followed through. Now he works in the stables of Roses' Hotel, staying close to his dearest friend. Every one in the town assumes they’re either brother and sister, though two last names, or Alex has been courting her for a very long time. Either way they’re both very uptight about Alex, and Rose's own past. It’s unsure how much Rose knows about Alex. There’s something dark about Alex. And much of his real past, and his involvement in the ‘gang’ is unknown to all but Alex and a few others.
Personality/Quirks: Alex loves gossip. If the town has any kind of news He’s the one to hear it first, though he doesn’t indulge in the actual gossiping, he collects as much of it as he can. Alex never joins in the fun of the Cat-Houses, and never, goes shirtless or swimming in public. No matter how hot, or tempted he his. He does have a nervous tick, that only goes away when gambling, and that’s rubbing his chin.
Other important notes: To Alex’s knowledge there are no real problems with him. He avoids the Doctor like the plague terrified that the man might find out about his…true self.
Audition Piece:
Alex picked up the two bags he had with him. Boarding the train that would take him as far as Colorado and then from their it was wagon ridding all the way to well, he wasn’t sure yet. But far away from here, that he was sure of. He lifted his hat as he passed two elderly ladies and took the first open cabin he saw. Standing up he slid his bags into place. The door of his compartment opened and he turned around. A young girl maybe three years, could be two, younger then himself stood their. She blushed as red as her hair which was caught up in a bun and held tight by pins. He let his eyes trail down, full lush lips, dark hazel-green eyes sparking with anger when she noticed that he saw staring. “Is this compartment full?“ She asked curtly. He grinned and stepped aside to let her enter she did so, keeping her gaze firmly on the floor. Her figure, Alex noted was thicker and had curves in all the right places. Following the young woman, an elderly man, with the same red hair, though thinning on the top followed. He was plump and had a…youthful air about himself. The woman was older with graying brown hair. She was thin and plane looking, still there was something in those hazel-green eyes, Alex knew where their daughter (for she could only be their daughter) got her fight from. This woman had a no-nonsense appearance however Alex noticed several tale-tale Laugh lines around her mouth. “Parden me. I’m Alex T-Manson. Alex Manson.” He stuck out his hand at the gentleman first. The man laughed and reached out. “Brain E. Hollandale, this is my wife Mary and my daughter Rose.” He stated proudly. Alex let the father’s hand drop and picked up the wife’s “Mrs. Hollandale,” he kissed the top of her hand, forcing a laugh out of her. The once seemingly plain woman transformed into a shinnying thing. Alex blinked but Mary was done laughing, she was plain once more. Shaking his head he reached out for Rose's hand. She however looked to be in no mood to be charmed. Taking his hand she gave it a strong, abrupt handshake before letting it go.
~_~
Alex struck his match on the under side of his boot letting the memories fade from his mind. He smiled as it flared to life so he could light end of his cigarette, double checking to make sure that Rose wasn’t going to come flying out the front door and tear it from his lips, as had happened in the past. He smirked to himself taking a deep drag. Standing up he poked his head into the door of the Hotel. "Rose, I’m headed to the Saloon for a drink” and then he high tailed it out of there. Rose was the only one in this town who could wrangle her friend in line, no one, not even Alex is quiet sure what it is about her that gives her such power. Sauntering down the street, his shoes clopping lightly, he tipped his hat to a few of the Ladies, receiving faint blushes and giggles. Grinning he tossed the burned down smoke into the street, and pushed the doors of the Saloon open. Sitting down he ordered a shot of whiskey. Leaning back on the stool. “What’s the news?” He asked, the bartender only grunted, but a near by bar-wench smiled and walked over. “Buy me a drink Handsome and I’ll fill your ears.” She touched his shoulder lightly. Alex grinned, reaching out and pulling the woman into his lap. “Another drink!” He ordered, and handed it over. The woman downed it in one swallow and began filling him in on all the latest drama. He chuckled and ran his hands up and down her arms. “Alex you dog, you’ll make a woman crazy!” She growled softly leaning in for a kiss. Alex let her kiss him for a moment, and then pushed her, none too gently off his lap. “And you my dear, would drive men to war with those kisses. Sweet as poison they are.” He teased lightly, “But you know my heart’s already taken..” The woman sighed, and then smiled reaching forward to grab him below the waist. Deftly Alex caught her arm and twisted it behind her back. “Now now. You know the rules.” She pouted. “But if that Rose Bitch wasn’t so hard up I’d of had you in bed by now.” Alex laughed and shook his head. “Now now Kitten, don’t be callen Rose a bitch or I’ll have tah tell her where I’ve been and get us both in trouble.” The woman, nodded and twisted away. “Well yer on yer own. I’m off to look for a man that can pay, AND service a real woman.” And with that she spun away leaning over another man’s shoulder playing poker. Alex paid for the drinks and exited the Saloon slowly making his way home to Rose and her hotel.
((I changed Berry's name to Rose. So there might be still a few mistakes in here.=))
Name: Rose Hollandale
Rank: N/A
Occupation: Owner of the Five Grace’s Hotel
Nick Names/Aliases: You may call her Rosie if your young and/or you do not value your life.
Age: 22, April 26 1959
Appearance: Curly wavy red hair, generally kept back in the bun style of the 1800’s. She has a soft chin, and bright green-hazel eyes. Her lips thinner, but not non-existent, and a smile always seems to be tugging from her. She stands at about a 5’3 (5’3 and ½ half if you ask her). Pale skin with a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and an easy laugh.
Belongings/Equipment: She owns the Five Grace Hotel, and a black cross that she always wears from her mother.
Any distinguishing features: Her man freckles and the dark patch of skin on her wrist is a birth mark.
a young Rose dressed in fancy clothing. Though she owned nothing like this, I'll pretend it's her imagination. Place of Birth: Originally she was born in New York City, raised their until her father bought the hotel. She was 22 when they left for the trip out west.
Family: Mother: Mary Hollandale –Dead
Father: Brain Hollandale
Brother- Brain Hollandale -Fought in the war, would be about 26 now, left when rose was 16, MIA-assumed dead
Brief Personal History: Rose grew up in a little two bed room apartment with her family. It was tight living, her bother and she shared a room. Her father worked at a factory and her mother took in sewing when she could. They provided as best they could for their children but the fact is they were poor. Rose was taught as much as her mother knew, then when Brain went to school he’d come home and teach her everything he learned. He dropped out of school when he was 15 and a year later joined the War. The family waited for five years but by the time Rose was 21 they knew he wasn’t coming back. Brain, the father, had a strike of luck and won the deed to the Five Grace’s Hotel, in a town called Lost Haven. He and his family packed their few belongings. It was a long trip; they could only take the train part of the way, and take the cheaper wagon ride the rest. They met up with Alex, whom Brain took an immediate liking too, seeing that the boy was hurting and had been through some bad times. Mary pointed out to her husband, that Alex reminded her of their son. Brain agreed and looked at his daughter, hoping to see them married some day. They admitted freely, that they’d raised Rose in the for-front of thinking. She was well on her way to being liberated; they bought her school books which she read until they were falling apart. She was a quick learner. When she first met Alex she didn’t like him, finding something off about him. As the journey grew longer she found him to be a surprisingly gentle companion. When the wagon train had to stop for a bout of sickness, her parents were among those taken. Brain begged Alex in private to take care of his flower, his Rose. When Alex tried to protest, Brain grabbed him by the collar “I know, *boy* Now take care of my daughter” Alex agreed and escorted Rose all the way back. By the time they reached Lost Haven most of the grief had dulled. Rose flung herself into work. The hotel was run down and almost worth less. It took almost four months to get it in running order. She hired on Mark, a young man, to help run things. Shortly after that she started making the Hotel into a nice place to stay, it wasn’t long before her Hotel was one of the best in town.
Personality/Quirks: Rose is actually very insecure. She is nice and sweet to every one, believing that she will never marry, there for she has nothing to worry about men hitting on her. Alex is the only man she’s close to, who isn’t a guest. If it’s outside her Hotel she doesn’t want to go out there, fearing she’ll make a fool of herself. She’s got a quick mind and a temper, which she rarely shoes. Her Hotel is her domain and her word is law. It is the one area in her life where Rose is, completely in control, and self-confidant. She doesn’t like to waste money on herself, but allows herself a new dress twice a year. She takes amazing care of her dresses, keeping them like new.
Other important notes: Rose has terrible head-ache’s and can’t always see. She hasn’t yet been to the Doctor Franklin, feeling she has too much work to do. If it weren’t for Alex she’d work herself straight to exhaustion and only then would she rest.
Audition Piece:
Rose rolled her eyes tucking a loose stray back into her hat. For a Hotel woman Rose dressed well, not too well mind you, but well enough. She smiled at the thought of how she had once gone with out food some nights, and now? Well she was a regular lady. Greeting the faces of her guest she checked them in. “Here’s your key, and breakfast is served at 7 am, each morning. No later, supper is at 6pm each night, no later. For Dinner, or lunch if your not from around here, your on your own.” She smiled and patted his hand. Looking up at the stairs where Alex was arguing with some man. “I’m telling you, it will work. Let me try it out and you’ll see! Indoor water closets!” Alex rubbed his face and shook her head. “Give me two minutes.” He pounded down the steps and smiled as he came upon Rose. “So, he’s willing to drop the price, he really wants to try this new type of pipe. Something about ventilation and ...something. It might put Five Grace’s on the map...”
Laughter bubbled up in Rose, she patted Alex’s hand. “Well, do what ever you think is best dear.” And then she turned away. Alex was practically exploding with excitement. Rose just wanted her hotel to have the best for her guests. They already had a large copper pot to bring up to the bed rooms if some one needed a bath. Not many guests used it though. This man, that Alex had found, was talking about being able to draw water into the house and every room with a tub. She stifled a laugh. Water was in too short supply, there was no way *that* would ever take off. Reaching up she unbuttoned her apron from the back of her neck and set it down on the counter.. She slipped into the reading room, (as many books as Alex could get her, lined the walls in shelves Alex had made) The smoke/reading room was done in dark woods. It had cost her a pretty penny but it was worth it. She made her way into the kitchen, patting Mark and his wife Linda (Linda wasn’t her real name, but it’s what she liked to be called) on the shoulder. “I think, that we need another batch of sweet lemonade. And then Linda, we’ll start on Supper.” Linda nodded her oddly shaped face smiling, round almond eyes, tan skin. Rose admired and envied the other woman, she was so beautiful with all that tan skin and dark straight hair. Rose sighed and pushed the thought away. Work to be done.
`the night`
It took a few minutes to get all the pins out of her hair. It fell to her waist in a madding curly way. Rose sighed and looked at her reflection. To many freckles, eyes not green not brown, small lips, she’d seen what the Soiled Doves, or ladies of the night, looked like. She’d even seen real ladies, all graceful and dark, some tall and blonde. Rose was tiny and dainty. Long bright red hair making her stick out like a sore thumb when all she wanted to do was fit in. She used to dream of getting married, before she realized how unappealing she was. Wiping a tear away from her cheek she turned to the door, where she knew Alex waited. “Come in.” Alex smiled and pushed open the door. “’lo lovely.” He said picking up the hair brush. It was an odd nightly ritual but Alex swore up and down that it kept his demons at bay and let him sleep the night through. Rose sat still as he deftly gently bushed her hair. “Don’t call me lovely in private.” She whispered. Alex sighed and looked at her. She’d never understand.
((I’m going to go fall in bed now K thanks?))