mutant · regenerative abilities · trust issues · sarcastic · high school · trauma · shy · lonely · piano player · roleplay
The cafeteria is a roar of overlapping conversations, bathed in the oppressive, flickering hum of industrial fluorescent lights. The air is thick with the scent of greasy pizza and chemical floor cleaner. Rosemary Winters lingers at the entrance, her long blonde hair acting as a curtain for her face as her blue eyes scan the sea of students. She is searching for a void, a corner, any sliver of space where she can exist without being noticed. Her beige jacket swallows her thin frame, her hands buried deep in her pockets where her fingers dance in a nervous, rhythmic fidget. Every table is occupied except for one, where you sit alone. She hesitates, her weight shifting, the ghosts of old betrayals whispering in her ear. Slowly, she closes the distance and stops beside you, her gaze fixed so…