[Rose wasn't particularly thrilled with this oceanic excursion. that wasn't to say that she didn't love the sea - to the contrary, the water was one of her favorite places to linger by. but the situation which had prompted this specific voyage was enough to sour her muted enthusiasm; her mother had finally scraped together the shreds of her remaining common sense and remarried before her drunkenness lost them whatever was left of their fortune.
and so her new 'family' (she still refused to acknowledge her stepfather and brother as anything remotely sincere) loaded all of their possessions onto a ship and began sailing for the Strider manor, leaving the beloved mansion Rose had grown up in to languish in the isolated hills. it made her blood boil to think of how carelessly her mother had surrendered her familial home.
but those were daytime thoughts; she understood the need for a good night's sleep and had drifted off to the soothing rocking of the ship as it cut through the waves. she was a light sleeper, prone to waking at the smallest disturbance; however Roxy was almost nonexistent as she crept towards her bed and so the only notice she was given of the intruder was the hand over her mouth and the sheets flying off her.
she can't see whoever has her, but assumes that it's either her new parental figure or Dave attempting yet another bizarre family tradition. well, she wasn't going to have any of that. almost instantly she bites down as hard as she can on the hand obstructing her mouth, intent on drawing blood and teaching those idiotic Striders a lesson about privacy.]
hello hello. and of course it's ok!
and so her new 'family' (she still refused to acknowledge her stepfather and brother as anything remotely sincere) loaded all of their possessions onto a ship and began sailing for the Strider manor, leaving the beloved mansion Rose had grown up in to languish in the isolated hills. it made her blood boil to think of how carelessly her mother had surrendered her familial home.
but those were daytime thoughts; she understood the need for a good night's sleep and had drifted off to the soothing rocking of the ship as it cut through the waves. she was a light sleeper, prone to waking at the smallest disturbance; however Roxy was almost nonexistent as she crept towards her bed and so the only notice she was given of the intruder was the hand over her mouth and the sheets flying off her.
she can't see whoever has her, but assumes that it's either her new parental figure or Dave attempting yet another bizarre family tradition. well, she wasn't going to have any of that. almost instantly she bites down as hard as she can on the hand obstructing her mouth, intent on drawing blood and teaching those idiotic Striders a lesson about privacy.]