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 Wrong Place, Wrong Time... Wrong Body! (Wendium x Jaylen)

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  1. Wendium

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    Title: Wrong Place, Wrong Time... Wrong Body!
    The Players: @Wendium & @Jaylen

    Chicago, Spring 2026
    It was near closing time at Delaney's Pizzaria, an unassuming local pizza joint run by a middle-aged man and his wife. It was the sort of place frequented by untold scores of locals, mostly college kids, but mostly, for the young woman named Rosalie, it was the sort of job that got her from high school all the way through college and beyond while she searched for something "in field."

    Mr. Delaney smiled at the green-eyed brunette from the kitchen as he cleaned up the kitchen as he'd done every night for decades, but the smile was a front. He was worried. Like many elder businessmen, he's made some mistakes as a young man and had owed some very powerful, very ethically-unburdened families a lot of money.

    It was a burden he'd carried for years and had no idea that tonight was the last night he's ever have to worry about it.

    He watched his waitress, whom he and his wife felt were the daughter they never had. As he looked at her, he saw all the potential in her, especially in a world with such wonders as those coming from the city of wonders that didn't exist when she was born.

    A pair of tired college students staggered out the door after paying their checks, bookbags slung over their shoulders and Mr. Delaney moved to lock the door for the night. It was at the moment that three dark haired men in dark suits came in through the door, the eldest of them looming over him, whilst the other two stood watch, both of them obviously armed.

    "Mr. Delaney," the elder said, "you're late with your commission dues this month," he said, "and last month, and the month before that," his eyes wandered the room and locked on Rosalie's, the slender girl wasn't much shorter than he was and he sneered for an instant before looking back at the shopkeeper, "in fact, I think you're out of commission. Do you know what my employers do to people like that?"
     
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  2. Jaylen

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    Rosalie was a fairly pretty woman already, with light brown hair and emerald green eyes that adorned her irises, a body frame that was thin and petite... She stood at a height of 5'6" and had held that height since pretty much seventh grade. She had always lived in chicago, from birth until her current age of twenty-two, gone to elementary, middle, and high school there. And even college, recieving a full ride scholarship for her incredible academics. While doing well in school, as soon as she could, Rose got a job at the local ma and pop's pizzeria at age 16, able to walk their from her parents' apartment just down the street.

    Honestly? It was a nice little set up and she had enjoyed pretty much every day of it.

    The staff at the pizzeria was always kind to her and she viewed the two owners as some of her family... Always there for her when her parents were working and she and her twin brother got into arguments. George was always tentative in listening to her and making sure she was taken care of, also never judging her for her abnormal height.

    This night was pretty cool for spring, feeling the air waft through the door as the last two college kids exited for the night. Rosalie stood in the back kitchen, cleaning up trays and pans, the glass parmesan shakers. Waiting to hear the click of the lock, she furrowed her brow when she instead heard the ding of the door for it opening.

    The twenty-two year old's head turned and watched as the men filtered in, hurrying through the kitchen door to behind the counter. It stunned her that George didn't seem as shocked by the situation as she was, hearing the man's words that seemed to send spiders crawling down her arms and irritating her skin with chills. "What is he talking about, George? Why are you here? Get out of our store!" Her voice was timid though, wavering with the fear she hadn't wanted to expose to the men.

    What the hell had George gotten himself into?
     
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    George Delaney was sweating bullets as he eyes his new 'friend's weapons. "Get out of here, Rosalie, go home," he said in his best stab at a level voice, but it trembled with fear.

    "No..." the old man in a suit said, "stay, Rosalie," with one subtle nod, one of the men with him swept into the restaurant, not toward Rosalie, but instead taking a position between her and the rear exit.

    The man turned back to George. "Now then, George..." he slapped the shopkeeper on the shoulder and leaned in, "you can pay us in cash or we'll take it out of you in some other way," he intoned, looking over Delaney's shoulder at Rosalie with lecherous eyes. "I'd say she'd about cover it," he said, pulling back.

    The families had held the city hostage in one way or another for more than a century now. First it was gambling, then bootleg booze, then drugs and in recent years, women. And for the past twenty years their lives had been made more and more difficult as the freakshow of a city-state that came out of nowhere as one by one the vices their revenue depended on were legalized and taxed. But in Chicago at least, they owned enough people in the right places to keep the Pacifica-run industry out of their territory, but it was still losing battle and the money they could skim from local businesses was that much more important.

    Delaney's rage boiled protectively. He balled his fists in response to the man's thread. Rosalie was, for all intents as purpose, his daughter. "If you touch one hair on her head, I--"

    The elder sneered, "you'll what, George? Make me an offer?" He turned and was handed a sleek pistol from the remaining thug. He disengaged the safety and chambered a round. The 'click' of the weapon's slide was deafening as he put it to Delaney's chest, burying the muzzle in the man's sauced-stained apron.

    He stroked his chin with his other hand. "Go ahead, make me an offer."

    Delaney's knees gave out and he sunk to the floor. the elder pointed the pistol at the shopkeeper's head, pointed down such that there'd not be much left of the man's spine, let alone his head.

    "Take.. take everything, the register, the safe-- combi... 3...8...26," he mumbled, "just leave Rosalie..." he trembled, his voice broke as he wept. Then, in one final act of defiance. Paternal instinct, perhaps, he balled his fists and jabbed upwards, hitting the elderly man between the legs. "Run, Rosalie!" he yelled, dropping and rolling himself to the right, away from the gangsters.

    The elder staggered back and was caught by his unarmed thug. The bodyguard that was covering Rosalie reacted instinctively toward his boss's plight. He drew his own weapon and fired twice at him. A table splintered, a mirror shattered, but Delaney kept scurrying away.

    The elder regained his composure, leveled his pistol at the prone shopkeeper and emptied the magazine. Ten bullets spat out as fast as the old man could cycle the trigger, reducing the shopkeeper to a pile of flesh in a sea of crimson.
     
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  4. Jaylen

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    Rosalie was so confused about what was going on, why the men were here, how and why George owed them money... Owed them anything at all. He was always sure to pay people back, always made sure his debts weren't around for long... How had this happened...

    Fear was installed in her as another man blocked her only exit, heart racing and breathing becoming labored, the fear only increasing as the gun was removed and pointed at her pseudo-father's chest, and then his head. She jolted as the argument seemed to come to an end and the shop owner thrusted his first up into the leader's sensitive spot and rounds of fire rung off.

    At first, there was nothing and George was fine, but then hia death was clear by the pool of blood that soaked his torn and limp body, hot tears forming in her eyes and streaming down her face. She practically felt her heart shatter inside of her and stab at other vital organs. The day had been a good one, lots of business, and somehow ended with the death of her beloved second father.

    Rose's hands shook, the left lifting to cover her mouth. She only snapped out of it when the man who had blocked the exit seemed to come toward her as if to take a hostage. Adrenaline pumping, the woman grabbed a pizza pan from the counter and used the edge to swing it at his face. The metallic mixed with fleshy sound was repulsive, causing her to momentarily convulse before she stumbled towards the exit, passed the unconscious bodyguard and into the back alley.

    The night air was cold now, shocking her into action. She ran, not towards the front of the store, but ti the ladder above the dumpster. Rosalie climbed it, onto the roof and then hoisting herself into the next taller building and dead sprinting across it, leaping to the next roof. Her landing was rough, knocking the wind from her as she glanced over the side and watched men running below, silent to not cause too much comotion but definitely following her.

    Rose's find raced, the scene of George getting mutilated by the bullets playing over and over in her mind and finally causing her to stumble on one of her jumps, tripping into another alley and landing in a dumpster with a whimpered groan, barely managing to pull herself out and keep going, weaving through the system of alley ways
     
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    The bodyguard staggered back as he was hit by the pizza pan. The elder, out of reflex, tried to shoot her and was greeted by the defiant click an empty clip before she was out of sight.
    The elder fumed. "Kill her," he grumbled under his breath and the two men with him scrambled in pursuit. Outside, tires squealed.

    They chased her down two blocks and up three more, weaving through alleyways and across streets and down more alleyways. Two men gave way to three as new runner joined the chase. Eventually they cornered her at the end of a long alleyway, a two-story brick wall topped with razerwire between her and anything else, and no way to know if the wall was the side of a building leading to another roof, or something containing a sheer drop at the top. But there was a way up to the top, through clamboring on a neighboring building's dumpster and fire escapes.
    Three men converged on the alley from three different directions, mere seconds from a line of sight and from there, a killshot.

    Near the pizzaria, sirens began to blare as neighbors, hearing gunshots, called 911.
    On the other side of the wall, the residents of the embassy were, for the most part, unaware of the ruckus save for alert sentries, who were starting to converge on their side of the wall.
     
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  6. Jaylen

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    Rose realized she had backed herself into a hold when she rounded a corner and the wall towered above her, barbed wire slinky-ing across the top and making her heart plummet into her stomach. Dried tears coated her face as the fear started to rise up again. But she wasn't going to give up until she was dead. That's what George would have wanted.

    With that thought driven into her mind she quickly looked around before noting the dumpster. She quickly climbed on top of it, hearing the footsteps that had been behind her grow louder... and louder... and louder. Next, she hoisted herself onto the building's fire escape, running up each set of stairs as fast as she could manage. Finally reaching the top just as the guards emerged below her and began to follow her up the dumpster.

    Thinking quickly, the woman removed her apron and quickly laid it across the barbed wire, starting to climb up on the weighed down material when pain rang out throughout her thigh. An agonized scream echoed from her throat, thinking she hit the barbed wire and just pushing herself forward, determined to get out of the situation. The woman toppled over the wall with a shriek, grabbing her apron which shredded, hung for a minute and then dropped her, one last agonized cry passing her lips when she hit the ground and the bullet wound in her thigh was jabbed with the crushing force of the ground before blacking out.
     
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    The gunshots from her pursuers cracked, piercing the silence of the night before her screams rang out.
    Satisfied their quarry was dead, the men scattered as sirens drew closer.

    Rosalie did indeed fall 20 feet to the ground landing leg-first, but the ground wasn't quite the ground. The Pacifica Embassy to Chicago was by all rights, a fortress, surveilled and secured by technology beyond that of the rest of the world. Except for one avenue. A deliberate security 'hole' under continuous passive surveillance and hidden patrols, though one protected by sheer height, razor wire and a literal leap of faith, it had attracted more than one desperate soul seeking asylum in the 15 years of its existence. Airbags fired like more gunshots, deploying just in time to save her life, but not in time to keep her conscious, or to do anything about her now-mangled beyond recognition leg.

    While the doctors of the Embassy treated her wounds, including outright replacing her leg with a genetically-identical clone an investigation revealed who she was and the circumstances, or probable circumstances, at any rate, behind her arrival.
    They'd spent years eroding the stranglehold the mob had on the city, and had all but dismantled the entire organized operation, save for one man: Edward Scaramucci. The elderly patriarch of a crime family dating back to the 1920's. He was the one that a joint task force of Pacifican Intelligence and the FBI tailed to Delaney's that night, but they had no evidence of wrongdoing, nothing concrete to put the well-connected man away for good.

    But Rosalie did.

    The city had spring out of nowhere 20 years earlier, a veritable bastion of technological superiority from parts unknown, home to races of creatures that, by all rights, were straight out of fairy tales (or so the stories led one to believe). By now the city, located in what was empty farmland in the middle of Kansas, was a technological and libertine paradise home to ten million people, a good majority of them not even completely human. Yet the city's walls were impenetrable to the outside, for some of them could read the emotions of others and sense deception a mile away, and it was that reason, among others, that made it a safe harbor for those that had good cause to vanish. They'd rescued thousands from abusive homes, trafficking organizations and provided refuge for those needing the ultimate identity switch, for they possessed the ability to change someone's physical appearance on a whim, though the details were shrouded in as much disinformation as fairy tales.
    Chicago PD and FBI had gotten to Rosalie's family in time and placed them in protective custody. Mr. Delaney's widow wasn't so lucky. But they couldn't know Rosalie was alive, not yet. Not until they had a solid case against the rest of Scaramucci's organization. She would have to remain hidden, perhaps for months of years. But she also had to come to terms with what happened and worse, very few could know her true identity.

    A team was assembled to watch over her and shepherd her though her tumultuous days ahead

    Two Weeks Later...

    The girl formerly known as Rosalie Clark awoke in a white hospital room, that looked normal enough until one got a look at the monitoring equipment. By her side was another young woman, a tall, dark-haired, almandine-eyed woman with feature placing her ancestry somewhere in China or Japan and dressed in a gray blouse and blue jeans. She spoke.
    "Rosalie," she said softly, a slender hand on the stirring girl's soft, pale shoulder. "wake up," The name would never leave this room.

    The girl stirring to consciousness was no longer the slimy built, 5'6" brunette that had been admitted weeks ago with an all-but-destroyed right leg. Now she was 5'1" and a good 60 pounds heavier with pale skin flecked with red freckles and rust-red hair cast about her face like a mane. She was, as the local parlance called the form, 'pleasantly plump', though the body's sculptors had gone to great lengths to preserve the 22 year old's athletic ability, with more than a little muscle in her thighs to propel her much wider-hipped and heavier physique. The rest was evenly spread out, giving her a heavy bust, a thick ass and plenty of softness around her stomach, shoulders and cheekbones.
    Azure-blue eyes fluttered as her keeper tried to wake her with her name once more.
     
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    Rose's head swam, feeling conscious but in a different world. Her mind was dark, delirious.... Dream filled at certain points and nightmare filled at others. She felt as if she was awake but knew that the dreams she was having weren't realistic for her to experience.

    ---

    She didn't know how long she was out, no idea how long she was out. But when she roused to her name being said, Rose blinked and groaned quietly, her breathing a little off. "Mom?" she murmured, barely looking at the woman who touched her arm and tried to draw her from her sleep.

    Rose tried to push herself into a sitting position, feeling weak and frowning a bit as she moved her legs a little, "M-my body feels numb... Or weak.." She mumbled, head slowly turning and lulling a bit as she realized the woman was in fact not her mother, but a stranger. The female's eyes widened and she hesitated, watching her closely before starting to look around further, "Where am I? What's happening?"

    Panic began to set in and she dragged herself from the bed, whatever cords that were attached to her ripping off as she stumbled to the nearby, eyes eidening even more and a gutteral shriek echoing passed her lips, "What the hell happened to my body!?" She screamed, tears starting to well in her eyes with emotions.
     
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    Michele smiled as Rosalie stirred, then sat up. Her frown quickly faded as the girl swung her feet off the bed, uncovering herself in the process and proceeded to completely and totally panic.
    "Rosalie@" she shouted to no avail as leads were torn from her limbs. Alarms blared as equipment panicked and somewhere two nurses were dispatched to the room.

    She watched, keeping a discreet distance from the half-naked girl as she stared herself down in a mirror. "Rosalie," she pleased, "please, I can explain.." she didn't expect, nor did it seem, anyone else expect, a girl coming out of a two-week-long induced coma to be quite this spry. But then again, the local medical technology wasn't exactly 'normal; and even the veteran trauma nurses storming the room had yet to see everything on this level, especially since none of them were fully briefed on the girl's last moments of consciousness.

    Two nurses, a man and a women in scrubs, burst into the room and promptly restrained Rosalie, lifting her feet from the floor. One jabbed her with an aerosyringe and pulled the trigger. A blast of pressurized saline later and a mild tranquilizer entered Rosalie's right thigh, calming her just enough for the two to hoist her back into a sitting position on the bed. One held her down and the other silenced the screaming equipment.

    "Rosalie," Michelle began again, "you've been unconscious for several weeks, you fell down the wall at our Chicago Embassy after a chase with a couple of mobsters. It seems," she took a deep breath, "you are the only eyewitness to a mob boss committing murder and, on the request of the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation were placed into witness protection. We," she moved to sit next to her, "well, we gave you a new identity, which for us means a completely new look, as well."
     
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    Rose's face had paled from the shock of a completely different appearance than she knew herself to be. It made her feel completely insane and the nurses bursting in the door only frightened her more, head jerking around to stare at them, "Don't fu-" But they had alreafy lifted her off her feet and caused her fear to increase to an overwhelming height, body pulling and trying to drag herself free. She cried out at the needle that stabbed through her skin, her vision blurring some and her body seemed to numb and become almost completely limp in their hold.

    Rosalie glared at them as best as she could from her dazed state, head lulling to the side to stare down the unfamiliar woman who seemed to be trying to calm her. The woman's eyes blinked lazily and as the woman mentioned the murder, tears welled in her eyes and started to spill out over her cheeks. Rosalie was clearly very emotional in her current state, watching a father figure to her get murdered and now her body not even hers.

    Honestly, she felt like a fat, wimpy child. How short was she even now? The nurses had towered over her! And she was sure the investigator lady probably did too. "That wasn't your call to make... That wasn't your choice... It... It wasn't...." Rose was trying to calm herself enough to speak but her lip was trembling and teeth were chattering from the cool air once she had yanked herself out of the hospital bed.

    "I don't want to be here... You can't...." Her sentence trailed off as her mind started to wonder about her parents and the fact she hadn't come home last night.... But the lady said weeks? She had been unconscious for weeks? More tears fell from her eyes as she cried, unable to do anything else to express her emotions with everything going on. George was dead. She was completely different. Her parents were probably lost and looking for her. She couldn't go back to what she had before because of what she had seen and she knew that. But her mind willed her to forget it and return to normal, despite risking death if the men found her.
     
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    Michelle waited patiently for Rosalie to calm herself down with the help of the mild sedative. The nurses relaxed and one of them quietly left the room after discussing matters with his colleague. The woman who remained made herself as inconspicuous as possible, letting Michelle do her work.

    After a long moment Michelle spoke again. "Weeks, 16 days to be precise, and your parents made the call, actually," she said. She held up a tablet, keyed it on and held it so Rosalie could see it, pressing 'play'.
    The image of her parents appeared, both looking haggard and dressed as if pulled out of bed. Their surroundings indicated a police station or other stark, sterile institution.
    "Rosie, honey," her mother began, "you're probably wondering where you are right now. I can't tell you where, because even I don't know. The police just came to our door and told us what happened and made us come down to the station. I--" her mother shook her head, "I don't know where they're sending us, but when the FBI told us you were alive and safe I..." she was crying tears already, "and they told me where, I couldn't believe it. We've all heard the stories about what goes on in Pacifica and I'm not sure I like all of them, but one thing I know: they take care of their own. When they told me they would protect you and give you a new face, and what was at stake, I... I had to say yes," her eyes looked down, "I'm sorry, sweetie." she hugged her husband. Robbie's safe, so don't worry about him, either. I love you, darling."
    Her mother sat down, still crying. Her father brushed a tear from one eyes and spoke. "Rosie... we don't know where we're going, either, they wouldn't let us take anything. We'll be fine."
    Her father was more long-winded than her mother, talking about what he knew about the mobster she'd seen and which went off on a short tangent with him saying how jealous he was of her opportunity (a fact that got her mother out of her funk long enough to jab him in the ribs with an elbow).
    "Anyway, sweetie, I'm sure you'll see us around," he finished.

    the image froze.

    "There's someone here from the FBI who wants to speak with you when you're ready," Michelle said.
     
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    Rosalie listened to the woman talk, her tear streamed face angled towards her, eyes now red with her grief. Soon enough, her parents were shown on video, talking about what happened and the situation they had chosen to put her in, apologizing profusely because they probably knew that she wouldn't have wanted the complete body change.

    The video didn't really make her feel better besides her parents being safe, the woman's eyes slowly fluttering shut and her head turnung away from the woman when the screen froze and she announced that someone was there to talk to her... Which she assumed meant interrogate her about what had happened with George. "I don't want to talk to anyone..." Her voice was raspy now from her fit of crying.

    Rosalie focused her eyes on the wall to the side of her, looking passed the nurse and reeling everything through her mind. It was insane, everything that had happened. What was even crazier was the fact that she hadn't been awake in weeks. That part was still weird for her, wishing she felt better rested given how long she had been out. Rose's breathing became steady after a while, fully calmed down and seeming even some what tired. "I want to go home...." She muttered.
     
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    Michelle placed a hand on her shoulder. "you can't not yet. All you can do is move forward and forge a new life. that's why I'm here," her hand slid down rosalie's arm to her hand and she held it firmly, "my name is Michelle Kiyang, I'll be your handler," her eyes swept the room for a moment before looking Rosalie in the eyes, "and your roommate and I hope, friend, while you're here, at least until you get settled in."

    She never let go of Rosalie's hand, "I promise to tell you everything you need to know, and that we can get out of here, once you talk to the Feds. I promise it'll be over as fast as we can make it. Okay?" she looked Rosalie in the eyes, "we have a lot to talk about."
     
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    Rose didn't particularly enjoy the woman touched her, or holding her hand, for that matter. She would have jerked it away but she felt her head pounding and her stomach was churning now as well, taking all of her energy to keep from puking up anything she had in her stomach... Or dry heaving.

    She cringed a little when the woman implied being her friend, as well as her roommate. She was going to have to room with someone? Didn't even get her own place? That also tweaked a nerve of annoyance, eyes glaring at the woman and her lips remaining sealed shut. Rosalie dug the nails of her free hand into her palm, the other loosely contained in the woman's grip. The silence was somewhat nerve racking and if Rose had been in her original body, she might have even looked insane.
     
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    Michelle took her hand away, sensing Rosalie's discomfort. She let her stew for several seconds.

    "five minutes. That's all they need," she intoned. "Five minutes and we'll be a step closer to Justice for Mr Delaney."

    She gestured to the nurse, who left the room and returned with a middle aged man in a black suit with a briefcase.

    "Miss Clark," he said, holding up a 'FBI' ID, "I'm special agent Conners, FBI. I know you have a lot to process and I'm sorry we have to do this, but you are the only eyewitness. That said, we don't have to do this now if you're not ready for it."

    He kept a respectful distance.
     
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    Rosalie's eyes didn't pay the man who entered the room any mind, instead staring at the wall with a blank look, still going through the motions of what was happening and what happened with the men at the pizzeria. A loud exhale was heard from her nose, her hot breath against her chest followed by a sigh.

    "I don't want to talk about anything. Look at cameras or something. I don't want to reply him getting mutilated in my head over and over again...." The woman's corner of her mouth twitched and her head turnednto finally gaze upon the agent, her horrific experience written all over her face with grief.

    Rose seemed a little dazed from the injection the nurse had given her earlier but it didn't completely mask the fire that burned inside of her, the confusion, the depression...

    "Just.... Give me a while." She mumbled.
     
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    The agent nodded to her. "As you wish, we can wait a few days."
    Michelle nodded to him. He produced a business card from a pocket and left it on a nearby table before departing. Clearly, a formality.

    With the room once again to themselves (save the nurse), michelle took a step closer to her new charge and she placed a hand on Rosalie's shoulder. "For now, just breathe," she said calmly, "you need to adjust to the new you."
    This wasn't her first time, as if she'd even been on Rosalie's end of the brain before. For she had, in a sense. They were both rescues, of a sort.

    She took a long moment before moving in front of Rosalie and placing both her hands protectively on her shoulder, making eye contact whilst keeping herself at arm's length. "Listen to me, you're safe, it's over. Nothing and no one can hurt you here, do you understand me?"
     
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    Rose watched the man with weary eyes, gaze falling to the card he had left behind on the table before he departed. Then she felt the strange woman'a hand on her shoulder, seeming to still try and soothe her. It wasn't really helping and when she stepped forward in front of her, the corner of Rosalie's mouth twitched. The woman resisted the urge to swat her hands away, and instead juat altered her shohlders, pulling away from her touch.

    "Whatever.... I want to go home. I dont want to be here anymore..." Rose stated and glanced around the room, even at the nurse that was near her side.

    Her mind was still whirling, finding the whole situation hard to believe as it was. She missed her parents and even her brother, as hard as that was to believe. A loud sigh echoed passed her lips, still feeling a bit tired even after her long nap. But currently, she just wanted out of this place, to take a warm shower, and lie in a cozy bed.
     
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    Michelle felt Rose pull away and released her, but kept her hands at the ready in case the girl decided she needed to run. She knew what she was going through, but knew there was only so much she could do at any one moment. "Okay, we can go someplace, but you have to promise me that after a shower, a hot meal and a nap," she figured that's what she was after. It's what she wanted in her first moments after she'd been altered as well.

    She gestured to the door, "let's go, then," she said, "your new home isn't very far, just a block away." It was across the street, more or less. THe less exposure she got to the new city before she was ready, the better. Michelle knew as much. She knew, to a point, what was likely going through the other girl's head about now.

    She cast a look at the nurse, who scowled but pulled out a tablet and started pecking and swiping at it. "All right, Miss Rachel," she said, holding the tablet out for Rosalie and Michelle to sign, "here you are. This just says you've finished your treatment and are free to go, and that your guide here," she gestured to michelle, "is going to be responsible for you for the next few days," the nurse said in a matter-of-fact businesslike tone.

    Michelle quickly scribbled on the tablet with her finger, below the line meant for one "Rachel Thompson", Rosalie's new identity.
     
  20. Jaylen

    Jaylen The Good Girl with a Bad Side Member

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    Rosalie eyes scanned over the woman who seemed to have taken her parents place in this new era of her life. If she was in charge, Rose wasn't sure how well this situation would go and it caused her a bit of anxiety. The new life wasn't welcoming and she didn't necessarily want it to be, considering she hadn't dreamed of being here in the first place. "Whatever..." She muttered as she glared at the screen of the tablet. It took ever resistant piece of her body not to write her regular name as she had been addressed before.... This. But she figured making them happy would help her leave and actually experience a more comforting place.

    Maybe.

    As she stood up to leave, her lips sealed shut with anger and sadness fueling her insides, tossing and knotting her stomach with stress. Rose padded from the room silently, heading who knew where. She just wanted to get out of this place, even if she didn't know where the exit doors were. She could hopefully find them, and soon enoigh had. The woman's eyes blinked in slow motion as the double set of doors slid open and she walked out, surveying the area around her with awe and distaste.

    The longer she was here, the more she hated it.
     

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