#{hallo}

She heard about the Sex Pistols and luckily, they played the same night she arrived to London. She couldn’t miss it, she left her bags at the hotel and ran out, looking for the venue where they would play. 

Screw the jetlag, she wanted to see them live, she wouldn’t have time when she put her hands on the project she was supposed to be in. When she finally arrived to the venue, she lit a cigarrette and looked around. Her shiny black hair and dark clothes weren’t enough to match the youth’s punk looks. She felt kind of an outsider and old, very old. It reminded her of her younger days, she wasn’t a hippie, neither a mod or a skinhead, but it reminded her so much of her youth.  When the band were about to go on stage she walked up the front holding the cigarrette between her lips. Right in front of the stage. 

@awkwardanduninterested

It wasn’t bad, but it was a little unconventional to say the least. Far from the usual meeting in some stuffy council room or the formal (and sometimes awkward) greetings in a throne room. The bright lights and liveliness of the streets were something Jasmine would have appreciated more had she not been miserably lost for the past hour. It had taken a lot of wandering around the streets of New Orleans several times to finally find the restaurant, and even then her troubles weren’t over.

“We’ve been waiting for an hour! Get to the back!” A voice called out as she attempted to enter the restaurant. Jasmine turned to see a line of people stretched around the block. How had she not noticed that?

ANGER headcanon:

It takes certain things to trigger Roseanna’s wrath. When she was younger, however, she had more of a temper; like a dynamite with a short fuse. But as she’s gotten older — despite that she’s not that old — the Ryder has considerably mellowed.

Nowadays, she’s just always angry.

BODY headcanon:

It’s no mystery that Roseanna has scars. They’re visible on her face and hands, after all. But there is one mark that holds more history and agony than any of them; a scathing phrase located on her back, just between her shoulder blades. It’s something that has became an unfortunate title for the assassin. And it’ll take a long, hard road to convince her to unveil its words.

MENTAL STATE headcanon:

Now, that’s a question from everyone, isn’t it? Roseanna’s mental condition is a peculiar thing. She’s damaged beyond repair, that’s for certain — even suffering from various forms of PTSD that are stronger than she displays. Her sanity is practically running on fumes.

LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon:

Many people mistake the assassin to be asexual, due to her disinterest for erotic contact. In truth, she fears such intimacy, which results her disinclination. When advanced, she’ll retaliate bitterly — even violently like a cornered animal. It’s sad to say, it’s out of instinct.

RELIGION headcanon: