Rosita has been busy for most of December, and that's carried over into the new year; she's not inaccessible to her friends, but she's taking her SIN guard training seriously, in part because she takes everything she sets her mind to seriously and in part because the natives training her are certainly uninterested in doing her any favors. She's worn out and often sore after her days at the academy, but she still comes round to the Hollow to help with repairing or installing the things she promised she would, and it still seems to soothe her even when she's frustrated. She likes it, outside of the city.
Today though she sends Jacob a text to find out where he is for the first time in a few days and she says she'll meet him there, that they need to talk. She's only been to the Spread Eagle briefly in passing once or twice, never stayed for any appreciable time, though it's not because she's worried about the Down or because she isn't curious, but rather - especially now that she's associated with the SIN guards, even if it's still pretty flimsy at this point - to give Jacob his space.
She has a manila folder under one arm when she walks in today though, fresh bruises, and her hair half the length it was the last time she came around. She still smiles - her small, wry one - and waves when she spots him though.
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Date: 2023-01-15 09:22 am (UTC)Today though she sends Jacob a text to find out where he is for the first time in a few days and she says she'll meet him there, that they need to talk. She's only been to the Spread Eagle briefly in passing once or twice, never stayed for any appreciable time, though it's not because she's worried about the Down or because she isn't curious, but rather - especially now that she's associated with the SIN guards, even if it's still pretty flimsy at this point - to give Jacob his space.
She has a manila folder under one arm when she walks in today though, fresh bruises, and her hair half the length it was the last time she came around. She still smiles - her small, wry one - and waves when she spots him though.