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The Background of Rosy Lecter - [Second page]

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Faith    730

Previously on the background of Rosy Lecter: Whilst bumping into Matt and travelling around with him they had bumped into Rene (also known as Papa Calypso) a man who was able to speak to the Loa. Whilst speaking about if had saw Mickey they could hear Malvern purposely saying out loud, “My hands are up!” She looked to Matt as the equipped their guns. She was still undercover as Sandra, the french woman. As Matt sneaked around the shed of Kabanino behind the well she went face to face. The man pointing a pistol to Malvern's face, “All I needed was the time and date.” He made a shitty excuse. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” She yelled as her accent (in french) sounded more disgusted and angry. “Put your fucking gun down before I blow it from your fucking hands with my bullet!” She yelled, Matt slipping behind the man. “Now I suggest you put the gun down before I put a bullet in your head, mate. Drop the gun and go. Now.” The man laughed nervously, “O.K, O.K.” He put his gun down slowly and stood back up. “Turn around!” Obviously Rosy (Sandra) was pissed that he had done this to her best friend. “Go.” Matt said to the unknown male as he jogged off. “I don't see you fucking running!” She screamed as the man scattered off in a sprint. They looked down to Malvern, his face shocked. A friend had to do what a friend had to do, and no-one was going to fuck about with her friends anymore.

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The group i.e the Vigil and what were heard from Timmy to be the Exiled rushed to Altair hill; they wanted to get Malvern out of the stupid situation that they had just encountered. At this time Rosy was still being Sandra. Asking Malvern if he was O.K and was he injured. The usual questions a best friend would do when they would be concerned for someone they cared for's safety. They slumped down, against the fences, on the grass against the wooden pillars holding up the roof to the entrance of an abandoned green house. Not knowing in the future that this would be a temporary base for them. Rosy, sorry, Sandra kept a keen eye on one of the other groups members. Matt Brown. He was funny, silly, and made her forget about all her worries containing the situation by the Reapers. Especially Scott Merriman, her confused ex or current boyfriend whom she was deeply in love with but was destroying herself by faking her own death. He was always on her mind but she knew it was probably never gonna be better with him and her again. Matt invited Sandra (Rosy) to the hay bale behind the houses for a drink of Mikhail's hand fermented vodka. Throughout the night was harmless flirting and a few laughs. Drinking Matt under the table nearly until both of them stood up and wobbled like jelly on a plate. The slumped back onto the hay bale laughing. Matt saw, more like heard something different in Sandra. Her laugh wasn't put on any more, it revealed a more realistic different sounding woman. Familiar. Rosy. Matt tried to hide the fact of this disguised girl, she was obviously doing it for a reason and he could see why. The Reapers. He continued to do some harmless flirting with... Sandra? Rosy? Who knew. Taunting her and teasing how she didn't have the balls to do certain things which ended up in them kissing for a brief few.... minutes. Rosy realised what she was doing whilst slighting intoxicated and pulled away. Coughing, clearing her throat and a light pink tint appearing from one cheek across her nose to the other cheek. He smugly grinned as he pulled up the olive face mask, boasting how he couldn't pull the 'ladies' because of scars and burns he had. They made their way back down to camp, slowly focusing on standing up correctly. They had nearly drank the whole bottle but handed it back to Timmy; he began to continue to blabber on about the reapers and the vigil he owned and his ideas. Sandra and Matt sat down together, cuddling him. She just needed some comfort in the stressful times that she felt she was going through.

They made their way back down to Stary Sobor. Since Rosy/Sandra was apart of the Vigil it was their task to make sure Dr Jack Fisher was able to continue his work like it would be in a normal life without all the chaos happening around them. Unfortunately Stary Sobor was close to the 'triangle' which the Reapers mainly hung around and one of them must've been injured. They had arrived to the clinic, unknown why. Rosy had a note that she wanted to deliver to Scott, to.... end what they had. Every day for the past three weeks she had the note it was slowly killing her inside to the point where she was probably doing the Reapers a favour. Accidental suicide she could possibly state the feeling. Joey (on of the Reapers) recognised the French accent. Stating how it was Rosy, continuing to say Rosy. Trying to get a reaction out of her until the others had been convinced that this girl, Sandra was not Rosy. Until she stupidly mentioned needing to deliver a note to a man named Scott Merriman. That's where everything went down the drain. Joey went up to the girl asking her and then telling her, ordering to uncover her face. Even though she had tribal scars it was still Rosy. The more she retaliated the more they got hostile to her. She yanked down the face mask. They laughed, continuing to call her a slut, whore, worthless. She shook her head, smugly grinning in her head. When making their way back to Altair hill until they realised people near the junk yard at Novy was sneaking up behind them. She paused scanning the area, males removing skull balaclavas and hiding in bushes. The method the Reaper's would use to identify each other when about to initiate on someone. Paul Daxton, a smart ass gobby man continued to question whilst with Joey was their as he continue to childishly call her names like “whore” “slut” etc. She shrugged it off, it was better than getting bullets physically in your body. At the end she knew it was a threat and she was being blamed for Mickey's death. But what she also saw was Timmy slowly but surely becoming hungry for the Reapers blood wanting them all to die. After the Reaper's had left, mainly due to them being surround with snipers and behind each member whom where hiding; Timmy as Timmy was. Loud, proud and sometimes too much to handle where it got so annoying you could punch him began to get aggressive with Rosy. Questioning her. What felt like attacks on her behalf. Not the man she first knew. She went up to Altair, quiet. And yet walking to bed. Avoiding to socialise with anyone by then.

She had cleared her head up for a few days, hearing the vigil had gotten into a fire fight with the Cerna Liska or a group that Rosy had never heard of before. She had met the injured at Dr Fisher's clinic; doing her job as a Vigil and making sure the compound was safe. Lewis came up to her, panting and wanting to help Rosy make sure she was aware. Scott (from the Vigil) was injured. A man with a blue talon walked up the road, Lewis told Rosy quickly, identifying the man who was a part of the previous fire fight. He was heading around the clinic for something where she had to go and investigate. Before making it around the corner she passed out unconscious. Waking up in a clinic in Gorka she held her head in some pain. Confused to her running around a clinic.

What the fuck...”

The first words she mentioned to say, her sight a bit blurry and the rest of her memory from then, forgotten. The whole incident at Stary Sobor's clinic.

(To be continued)

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Matt    24

Top notch entries, and gosh drink me under the table my arse!

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Oliv    1881

See kids, this is what happens when you drink. Especially some rusians hand made vodka.

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Dogmeat    7

TFW Mickey's death = small time

Totally big time.....I was super important *valley girl accent*

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Faith    730

TFW Mickey's death = small time

Totally big time.....I was super important *valley girl accent*

I keep forgetting things. Mother fudger!

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Oliv    1881

Totally big time.....I was super important *valley girl accent*

this sir, just got you a +1 for making reference to valley girls

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Dogmeat    7

Totally big time.....I was super important *valley girl accent*

this sir, just got you a +1 for making reference to valley girls

Im just happy someone appreciates the reference :3

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Frozen    45

Especially some rusians hand made vodka.

Watch your tongue. It's top notch vodka here. Nothing better :P


Really liking these entries Rosy, hopefully will get another soon to read.

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Oliv    1881

Watch your tongue. It's top notch vodka here. Nothing better :P

Maybe I'm just upset cause no Russians shared with me yet. Like, WTF Italians like getting hammered too.

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