manythorned: (comics - the struggle within)
It's after Cubefall and Rose is back in her apartment and her old self again. Things should be going along as normal, with her being at work keeping up a good attendance record, but they're not. Instead, she's curled up in the corner of her bed, hugging her knees to her chest.

WHat ThE hElL WerE YOu ThinKINg?

"I don't know. I'm sorry! I was just excited."

yOu WereN'T thInkiNG, wEre YOu? StupID, dUmB RoSE.

"I said I'm sorry!"

YoU caN't DO ThaT tO me, rOSe. It'S mY BOdY TOo And yOU kNoW WhaT'Ll HappEN If I gET aNGry.

"I know."

i'Ll hUrT pEOplE aNd iT'Ll bE aLL YouR FaULt.

"I know. I won't do it again."

DAMn rIgHt yoU wON't.

"I promise."

GoOD. Now, Get To SleEp. I wANNa HavE Fun tonIGhT.

It doesn't take long. She's tired enough anyway and being a puppy was totally exhausting. She just hopes Thorn doesn't have too much fun.
manythorned: (Default)
"...hello? Oh! This is it. Um, hi! This is Rose and I guess I can't answer my phone right now. Leave me a message and I'll try to call you back as soon as I figure out how to listen to them. Bye!"
manythorned: (thorn - smirking)
This was Thorn's time to shine.

Stupid Rose, thinking she could contain the monster she'd created. Strength was never her forté, be it of the physical, mental or emotional kind. That's the whole reason Thorn was here. Poor little Rose couldn't take care of herself. Never could.

Survival was Thorn's job. And Rose got the benefit of that simply because they happened to share the same brain. Anything happened to the simpering flower and Thorn was shit out of luck. It sucked, but that's the way it was.

Surprisingly, the kid had been rather accepting of that fact and even agreed to let Thorn have nights. Which she was totally okay with. Nights were more fun, anyway. And it wasn't a compromise, in her opinion. At least not on her part. It's not like Rose had been able to stop her up to this point. It was... a peace offering. Kind of. They had to share and while Thorn may have hated it, it was a reality even she couldn't dismiss.

So she prowled the streets in the dark of night and let Rose have her happy day fun-times.

Thorn would always shine brighter in the end.
manythorned: (rose - serious)
They were all she had left to remind her of what her past had truly been like, even if there was a six year gap.
manythorned: (thorn - about to start something)
They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but, sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose. That fire's gonna burn out. -Jack, Titanic

RinG-aROunD-tHe-ROsiE. a POckeTFull oF POsIEs.
HuSH uP! hUsh Up!
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You're TrapPED, RosIe. RigHT whErE I waNt yoU. LiKE the HallWAy? I MAde a FEw adJusMEnts, bROke DOwn A fEW waLLs. I'M as BIg as You MaKE me, RosE, anD yOU'vE gOT a Lot OF aNgeR to HiDe, dON't yoU RosIE? ViolENt, sEEthinG ANgEr thAt Gets StronGer anD stroNgeR evEry Day, maKIng yOu wEAkeR anD wEakER.

How mUcH lonGer do You THinK I'lL puT uP wiTH This, RosIE? ComPRomISe isN't Our stROng suIt. ONe dAY, yOu Won'T Be aBLe to PUt Me BacK wHEneVer You wanT tO anD thEn YoU'Ll bE thE OnE sTUck In THis stUPid HALlwaY, BouNd anD ChaINeD liKE an AniMAl.

thAT PRettY litTLe FirE, tHat sPArK yoU'vE goT aLl oN yoUR Own, iT'Ll be GoNE.

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anD aLl tHaT WIll bE LefT IS me.

AnD thaT's aLL yOur FauLT.

YoUR

fAUlT.

WeAK RosE. PoOr, sWEet, wEAk RoSE. ShE waS a NIce GirL, bUT shE JuST CouLDn'T HAcK iT.
manythorned: (comics - somebody help me)
A) What's the one thing you dread people learning about you?
I was in a mental institution for six years.

We'rE cRAzY.


B) What's the one thing you hope they know?

I'm not crazy. YeS WE arE. I'm not.

And I'm not stupid, either. I'm just a little behind the times and I don't know a lot about the way the world works in some ways, but I'm a fast learner and soon, I will.

nO, sHE woN't.

I.. also really want friends. I don't know anyone anymore and being all by myself isn't as fun as I thought it would be. It would be nice to have someone to hang around with once in a while and be a normal teenager for once.

But cRoSS us ANd wE'll cUt You DOwn lIkE A laWNmoWeR oVEr GRasS.
manythorned: (rose - small smile)
Muse Name: Rhosyn Forrest
Muse LJ: [livejournal.com profile] many_thorned
Fandom: DC comics

Age & Location: 18, Metropolis
Occupation: I don't have a job yet.
Relationship status: I'm single?
Family: Uh. It's just me.
Interests/Hobbies: Gardening!
Favourite food: Pizza.
Favourite movie: The Little Mermaid.
Favourite accomplishment: Finally living on my own.
Describe yourself in one paragraph: Uh, well, I'm not really new to the area, but I've kind of been gone for a while so I don't know anyone anymore. I think I'm nice and friendly and upbeat. I'm also not used to being alone, so it'd be nice to have some people to hang out with.

Any OOC notes: All pertinent information is in her profile. Very basically, Rose is only crazy/dangerous when she's threatened. Otherwise, she's the perfectly nice girl she appears to be.
manythorned: (comics - the struggle within)
There were motivational signs all over the facility. "Be cheerful!" "Be respectful!" "Be the best me I can be!" Those and similar mantras were what Rose learned to tell herself every day until it became almost second nature. She could be better if she just made herself be.

For three years she worked hard, doing everything Dr. Chritlow wanted her to. She wrote in her journal. She helped tend the gardens outside. Gradually, they decreased her medications she was improving so much. She was going to be written about in a book. She was going to get out and live a real life. All because she was able to take her bad feelings, her negative thoughts, her violent impulses and push them away. Lock them up inside a room in her head and never let them out.

(LocKed Up. leFt to FesteR aNd seEthE anD GRow, PusHing bACk HardEr aNd HarDeR. AnD it'S noT JUst a rOOM AnymOrE. WE reModeLleD. nEeDEd mOrE sPaCE. lOts oF exIts NOw And YoU neVEr Know WhICh oNE is OpeN...)

Just like that, everything was ruined. Rose wasn't going anywhere, not yet. All because she wasn't strong enough. She hadn't worked hard enough. She wasn't better. But she would be.

It took three more years before Rose got another chance at freedom and this time, she succeeded. She was eighteen now and Siamare wasn't for adults. Still, they could have sent her to another facility, but they didn't. Rose knew that was because she was better now. She was cheerful, respectful. She was the best Rose she could be.

(ToO baD THat'S noT GOod eNouGH.)
manythorned: (Default)
Full Name: Rhosyn Lynne Forrest
Birthdate: September 15
Deathdate: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Mother: Elizabeth "Bess" Forrest (deceased)
Father: Daniel Forrest (deceased)
Siblings: None
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other Family: Curtis Leland (Godfather, deceased)
Birthplace: Metropolis
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Religion: n/a

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130 lbs
Eyes: Blue (Green)
Hair: Red
Face & Complexion: Pretty, pale with freckles.
Build: Athletic, feminine
Defining Marks, scars, etc: Various cuts and scrapes all over her body.
Physical Health: Pretty good.

IQ (approximate is fine): Average
Extrovert/Introvert: Introvert
Phobias/Fears: That she'll screw up living normally and be sent back to a clinic.
Mental Health: Royally fucked up. Suffers from forced split personality disorder and has at least three other dominant personalities, but Thorn surfaces the most.

Occupation: n/a
Education: She'll be trying to get her GED.
Home: Metropolis
Finance: Low class.
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