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Rosemary watched Rogue until she disappeared from sight. Shaking her head slightly, she went through the door leading back inside. As soon as the door closed behind her, she ran down the hallways and stairs until she was in her room. Feeling much more tired, she flopped down on the bed, taking her jacket off and pulling the covers over her head.

As Rosemary slept, the day's events seemed to replay in her head. Except more vivid? She could easily see everything all over again. Then it seemed to fantasize. But in a bad way. She was surround by black, all of it crushing her until...

Rosemary sat up with a gasp. Her skin was covered in a thin sheen of moisture. She shot a glance at the window, jumping out of the bed and throwing it open. The cool air rushed into her lungs and she let out a sigh of relief. She hung her arms limply from the window, breathing in a slow pant. What an odd dream.

Rosemary sighed. She obviously wasn't going to get any sleep now. Her hair had loosened from her ponytail in her sleep and hung around her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she though about her dream. How odd. I miss you, momma, she thought. It was always her mother who had helped with the scary dreams. Or the odd ones. She blinked her eyes open and gazed at the sky. She felt like a caged bird. How she wished she had wings. Then I could go anywhere, she thought.

(Lol.)

With another glance at the sky, she went away from the window and went to sit on the bed. She lowered her head into her hands and thought for a few moments. After a while, she pulled her bag from under her bed and rummaged through it before she pulled out a thick leather book. Also grabbing her thin red pen, she opened the book to a certain page and started scribbling in it, writing quickly. It wasn't a diary of any sort. It was a story. One she had been working on for years.

After she had wrote quite a lot, she stuffed the book back into her bag and took out an old photograph. It was a bit torn and clouded, but Rosemary treasured it. It was a picture of Rosemary's mother. She sighed and ran her fingers over it. She remembered how depressed she had been after her mother's death. She had locked herself away.
And look at me now, she thought. I want out.
With another sigh, she put the picture gently back in her bag and sat there, gazing at the floor. A slight breeze awared her of the still open window. She looked towards it and closed her eyes, feeling the cool air.

(And it's back to writer's block....x3
We need a reason for characters to interact! >3< )

Rosemary's head turned towards the door when she heard a knock. Kicking her bag under the bed, she got up and shut the window. Then she went to the door and opened it. Her father was standing there. She almost groaned out loud. "What?" she asked, in the most nonchalant tone she could manage.
Her father peered around the room. "Why's it so cold in here?" he asked, as if she hadn't said anything. Rosemary groaned and tried shutting the door. Her father stopped it and stepped inside. Rosemary frowned and crossed her arms.
"You know, I'm not going to listen to you." she said.
Her father blinked. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Rosemary sighed and pushed past him, going down the hallway. She didn't hear anything behind her so she guessed her father wasn't going to follow. She went down to ground level and went outside to some form of courtyard. Of course, it really just looked like a parking lot. There were tons of cars here. All different and used for combat. She snorted and shivered, remembering she didn't have a jacket. She didn't care though. Anywhere was better than in that room with her father.

Becoming too cold, Rosemary ran to the other side of the lot and entered the opposite building. She looked around. It was almost identicle to the other one. She took a few steps foward. Though this place seemed more abandoned and empty. Her footsteps echoed eerily, making Rosemary shiver. She saw a door a little way ahead and she opened it, revealing some sort of war room. Inside were several different kinds of blueprints, maps, bulletins and memos. Like they were after something big. Shadow ran through her head and her eyes widened slightly. "What are you, Shadow?" she murmured to herself, running her fingers over a blueprint she was studying.