#rose;interactions

Rose lounged lazily in a plush chaise by the outside pool, squinting in disgust at the blazing sun. It was a rare enough sight, being nestled so securely in the bosom of the Canadian woods, but Rose hated it. On a normal day she had to dip herself in sunscreen; on a sunny day she was all but marinating in the stuff. She waved a neatly manicured hand at a nearby body- the sun made it hard to dicern their identity, summoning them over. “Do you happen to know if we ever actually put in that indoor pool? This sun is awful.”

“So many pretty new faces... I just want to eat them all up!” Rose laughs lightly, though she could actually eat, mind flashing back to the ghost of a forehead wrinkly she’d spotted this morning...

Delicate fingers run across the cool metal bars of the cells, appraising each inhabitant like a child at an animal shelter. Rose stops in front of one, poking her fingers through the bars and waggling them. “Oh, you’re a pretty one! Do you wanna come out and play for the night?” she asks in a sweet voice, staring the person down with falsely innocent eyes.

Rose pushed the limp man away, uncaring of the viscous blood that covered her. Finely boned feet step lightly around the body, blue doe eyes scanning the crowd for her next meal. “Don’t be scared, I won’t bite... Hard.” she sings quietly, voice carrying unnaturally far over the manor. The bait is set, now all Rose has to do is reel them in.