Rosalind wasn't exactly enchanted when she was loaded onto this ship. She sat unimpressed when she was dolled up, head lifted in defiance as her hair was wound up, her neck was trimmed with a fancy necklace, her arms were sheathed in long gloves. None of this mattered. It was all stupid and frustrating and she was quickly growing impatient being trapped in this universe. Briefly, she regarded herself in the mirror before she was ushered into the chute.
She was beautiful. A vision in royal purple, the dress displaying the figure usually disguised by the clothes she wore.
She didn't care.
When she was raised onto the boat, she glared at it all, only going through the motions of stepping out into the dining room, listless and bitter. Then there was the explosion, the pitch. She fell over, then pulled herself up, eyes narrowed. A sinking ship. Oh, good. Just great.
Thinking of Rapture, she darted off through the ship, finding a candlestick to lash a steak knife to as a makeshift weapon.
At least there weren't any Splicers, she thought, as she explored the now-sinking vessel. She was bound to run into a Tribute sooner or later - if they didn't want to be allies, she wasn't about to be kind.
Open to all, general wandering.
Rosalind wasn't exactly enchanted when she was loaded onto this ship. She sat unimpressed when she was dolled up, head lifted in defiance as her hair was wound up, her neck was trimmed with a fancy necklace, her arms were sheathed in long gloves. None of this mattered. It was all stupid and frustrating and she was quickly growing impatient being trapped in this universe. Briefly, she regarded herself in the mirror before she was ushered into the chute.
She was beautiful. A vision in royal purple, the dress displaying the figure usually disguised by the clothes she wore.
She didn't care.
When she was raised onto the boat, she glared at it all, only going through the motions of stepping out into the dining room, listless and bitter. Then there was the explosion, the pitch. She fell over, then pulled herself up, eyes narrowed. A sinking ship. Oh, good. Just great.
Thinking of Rapture, she darted off through the ship, finding a candlestick to lash a steak knife to as a makeshift weapon.
At least there weren't any Splicers, she thought, as she explored the now-sinking vessel. She was bound to run into a Tribute sooner or later - if they didn't want to be allies, she wasn't about to be kind.