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Roslyn Elizabeth Hudson
 Posted: Oct 8 2012, 09:42 AM
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The Naive Bookworm

"It is only persons of firmness that can have real gentleness. Those who appear gentle are, in general, only a weak character, which easily changes into asperity."

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Rosie frowned at the dark liquid floating around in her tea cup. She stirred her tea with the cute teaspoon that had been given to her, her blue eyes moving to glance at the watch on her wrist. She was early. Unusually early.

She had been reluctant to go off on her own. But Rosie didn't have any volunteer work to do this afternoon and she refused to go back to that empty house of hers. It was far too big for just one person and the shuffling of attendants in the household did nothing to quell her loneliness. Ever since her father had become the Governor of Illinois and moved into the Governor's Mansion, Rosie had been living in her Chicago home most days of the week alone. But her father and mother both had wanted her to attend Masterson's so that was where she wound up last year as an underclassman. Sometimes it really did bother her. Most days, however, Roslyn was almost apathetic to it now.

Bzz. Bzz.

Pulling her phone out of her purse, Rosie eyed the text message and saw that it was from her father. It was he with whom she was scheduled to have afternoon tea with. She hadn't seen her parents in two weeks outside of a teleconference via computers and this was where they had agreed to meet. It should not have come as a surprise, really, when the text sent was an apology coupled with a said "rain check." It was expected. Rosie had expected it. Yet here she was, sitting at The Bean and early, no less. Had she arrived early merely because she knew that she would have her lunch date with her parents go up in smoke as it had just now?

Perhaps it was because there was this tiny sliver of hope that wanted to believe that they would actually show up this time. But she never blamed her parents. Her father was a busy man and was doing his best to help turn the community around. To make Illinois a better state to live in. Rosie was proud of him and just as proud of her mother for always staying by his side; ever faithful and ever supportive. Would Roslyn ever find herself devoted so completely to a single individual? To stay by them and guide them back onto the path when they'd gone astray?

Pulling out her notebook, she thumbed through the pages that were within. Rosie often wrote in this notebook when she had passing thoughts she wished to scribble down. Once upon a time she had wished to become a writer. But being overly critical of herself, Rosie soon realized that her love of reading was soon being shadowed with her need to write an amazing, original story. But this was impossible for someone who had amassed such a large collection of stories in her mind from the hundreds of thousands of books she'd read. Roslyn soon let the idea of being a writer perish from her thoughts and her love for reading was revived with a new sort of vigor that could not be explained. Now she merely wrote in the notebook when a certain desire to write erupted - deeming the notebook as a journal that she cared not if anyone wished to rove their eyes over said pages.

Sighing, she pulled out a pen and began scribbling in the pages, slipping her ear buds into her ears and playing some music to get her lost in the words that her hands were creating. When Rosie tired of that, she would retrieve Interview With The Vampire from the recesses of her tote purse. There was very little chance that Rosie would not have a book - or even several books - on her person at all times. Save, of course, for when she was in the shower. Though she was not above reading while bathing.

The door to the coffee shop was pushed open and she looked up, slipping the pen between the pages and closing the notebook. She did not know who was arriving, but part of her wished that it would be a familiar face; a friendly face. A face that would be just as happy to see her as she would be happy to see them.

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Ceren Ebio Sahin
 Posted: Oct 10 2012, 01:06 PM
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The Daddy's Girl

"Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?"

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I am Titanium
Fire Away, Fire Away
I’m living in a world of boxes.

Cracking open one eye, Ceren took in the surrounding area. The entire room, and from what she could see part of the living room, was filled with boxes. Some were still left opened so more things could be neatly filed away and ready to be shipped, while there was a large stack of already taped up and marked boxes starting to grow in the corners of the room. It was odd to think that only a few days ago this room had been unpacked, and filled with her roommates things. Little trinkets here and there that made this room belong to Belle. A lot of the boxes that were in the living room were for the things that they had used to decorate with or more importantly for Belle, the things she had used to cook her delicious desserts with in the kitchen. She had been grudgingly helping her pack up so it wouldn’t take as long, but every time she looked at one of the boxes or picked something up in her hands, she wanted to be childish and put it back down. She hadn’t given into that urge to start unpacking her things again and clinging to her middle begging her not to leave. Belle was her best friend, and when she thought about her leaving, going somewhere far away –even if it wasn’t too too far- it pained her. There was so much that they had both gone through together already and she didn’t know how she was going to fair when Belle was in Cambridge.

Giving a little sigh, she sat up from her laid out position in the middle of Belle’s floor. Sometime during the morning that she had been helping Belle pack she had fallen asleep. The long nights of insomnia were starting to catch up to her and kick her ass, making her tired and a little groggy even when she seemed like she was clear headed. It was taking her a bit longer to comprehend things, and she had to catch herself from yawning a million times an hour whenever she went out. Her sister was worrying about her enough as it was, she didn’t need anyone else worrying as well. The not sleeping was a sign. She knew it was a sign, but she refused to accept it. Not until more of the signs popped up would she admit that it might be coming back. There was a deep sinking feeling in her gut from the news about Belle leaving, but as long as she kept her mind busy, she wouldn’t have to worry about falling down that spiral. You couldn’t be depressed after all when your mind was too busy to think about it.

Flipping one of the flaps to the closest box inward, she hefted herself up from the floor, giving a tiny smile when the little beagle puppy that had been curled up in the corner came barking over. Mozzie’s tail was wagging a million miles an hour, with his eyes bright and full of happiness. In some ways Cer envied the puppy his innocence. To Moz, all the boxes were nothing out of the usual. They were just large obstacles that he could race around whenever she tried to brush him. To the beagle, he didn’t understand that Belle was leaving and would never live in this apartment ever again. To her, the boxes stayed as a reminder that her best friend was leaving. Leaning down to gently scratch Moz behind the ears, she couldn’t help but smile. Moz stood up on his hind legs happily, paws clawing at her thighs and begging to be picked up. Complying with his request, she picked the little bundle up and cuddled him in her arms, placing a little kiss to his furry head. Out of everything that was happening, Mozzie always managed to make her smile at his antics.

Maneuvering around the boxes that were in the living room, she went straight to the kitchen, still cuddling Moz. Using one arm to hold the wiggling puppy, and the free hand to yank open the fridge, Cer tilted her head to see what was inside. Over the last few days, Belle and her had been munching at the fridge, trying to empty it out so it wasn’t as full. Even though she was the normal cook between the two, she didn’t like having old ingredients to make her recipes in the first place. “Hmm, looks like I need to go out to get food Moz,” she told the puppy softly, giving him another kiss before placing him down lightly and snagging her keys from the counter top. In all reality, she needed to get out of the apartment, get away from the world of boxes. If she spent too much time around the world of packed things, she felt like she was going to break down and never stop crying. And that was the last thing both Belle and her needed at the moment. Maybe after Belle left she would go hunt down Josh and cry on his shoulder. For now, a trip to the Bean seemed like a great idea.

The drive didn’t take long, traffic not too bad because of the time of the day, and when she arrived she made sure to park closer to the door like she always did. Pocketing her keys after locking the door, she stepped inside of the coffee shop, hazel eyes scanning for a familiar face. Any familiar face would do at the moment. When she spotted a familiar blonde sitting on her own, a gentle smile turned up the corners of her lips and she immediately gravitated towards Rosie. “Hey Rosie,” she said softly, stopping just in front of her table. The governors daughter and herself had been hanging out more and more recently, and she found she enjoyed the other woman’s company. They both understood what it was like to be a politicians daughter and Roslyn was very intelligent and friendly. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked her softly, biting on her lower lip nervously. She looked like she had been waiting for someone, and if that were the case she would look for her own table to go sit at.

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Roslyn Elizabeth Hudson
 Posted: Nov 26 2012, 10:18 AM
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The Naive Bookworm

"It is only persons of firmness that can have real gentleness. Those who appear gentle are, in general, only a weak character, which easily changes into asperity."

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Though Rosie never would admit it aloud to most people, she had a hard time adjusting when moving to Chicago for the first time last year. It had been an exciting venture, sure, but that was something that came with the territory. Her father was accepting his new responsibilities as Governor while her mother and she would support him where they could. Attending most of the political social gatherings, charity functions, as well as a variety of other things that having the image of a "warm and loving family" could provide good PR. But all in all, Rosie felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

It came with living in a large house alone. Her parents stayed in the Governor's Mansion in Springfield and while Rosie did not mind staying in Springfield, her father had insisted that she attend Masterson's since that is, in fact, where he had attended when he was younger. Who was she to deny such a simple request from her father? Rosie had no complaints since Masterson's was an excellent school that came with phenomenal recommendations and usually accepted students straight away after graduation to the top three choices that recent graduates apply to. Since Rosie's eyes were on Yale and she had another year to boost her academic scores as well as her volunteer profile, she had confidence that she would be getting there soon enough.

Hearing the latch of The Bean's door opening, she looked up and smiled when she saw that it was Ceren Sahin entering the building. A gentle wave was given, a single motion, and Rosie eyed her watch before taking another sip of her beverage. "Hey Rosie," Ceren said softly, stopping just in front of her table. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Rosie shook her head, gesturing to the empty seat and smiling politely to the Middle Eastern woman. "Not at all. Please sit," she said casually - using the same hand that she had gestured with to brush the stray bits of hair out of her eyes. Ceren was one of the few people who, despite being two years her senior, really could relate and understand her in a way that most could not. Like Rosie, she was the young daughter of a politician. There were many expectations to be had from both of them and while they had bumped into each other a few times before when she was a senior the previous year and during a few charity functions, they had not really gotten to know one another until recently the past few weeks. She was a sweet young woman who loved to tease those closest to her, but found herself curling in on her own emotions when she was not sure if she should be speaking up or not. Roslyn would not judge her for these things however. In fact, she found it almost endearing.

Sipping some more of her tea, raised her brows a bit at Ceren, her smile softening. "How are you, Ceren? Is everything all right?" She took a moment to think on some thing, then another thought passed through her mind as she set her cup down on the saucer with a soft clink. "How are you handling the move? With Belle gone, I mean?" Of course she knew that Ceren would immediately pick up on what she meant, but Rosie still felt the need to clarify. It just helped to avoid any unnecessary confusion. "You know, Ceren, my offer still stands..." She recalled a conversation they had just a couple of days ago. Ceren had been talking about moving back into her father's house since it would be better than living alone in the apartment she shared with Belle. However, Rosie knew that she would have wanted a roommate and being in that huge house alone was beginning to become unbearable. But, predictibly, Roslyn kept her own woes and complaints to herself.

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