Tʜᴇ Rᴏsᴇ Hᴏᴜsᴇ | Sᴇᴍɪ-Lɪᴛ | Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ |

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{ - Miss.Lockweed is open for anyone to rolpelay, just keep in mind, she is mean. And strict.

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--Tʜᴇ W ᴇ ᴇ ᴅ
--Ms.Lᴏᴄᴋᴡᴇᴇᴅ
❝Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ! I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴍɪsᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ...❝

Ms.Lockweed stared around the room, almost letting out a stern stare to the outspoken girl. She had a sarcastic tongue alright. She coughed a bit and straightened herself up, putting on another fake smile. "Well! Now that we are all here, i'm sure you would like to here whom you are going to be paired with." She paused to look at all of their eager yet bored faces. Just like any other batch, though, something felt.. different. "Well I won't keep you waiting any longer." She pulled out a piece of neatly folded paper from her pocket and began to slowly unfold it. She didn't know our names so what did it matter to her if she had an opinion let alone cared about any of the pairs. She was just here to look fake and get money. She cleared her throat once more before reading off the names. "The first couple is Micheal Kelley Penelope and Dallas Andrew Foster." She paused to look around to see if any ones expressions had changed. She continued. "Bree Marie Summers and Kilik Aero." She stopped again, having trouble pronouncing that last one but continued yet again. "And finally, Allison Mae Woodhard and Jacob Ross. Yet again, welcome one and all to The Rose House. Now, it's time to go to your rooms. You may get to know each other later." Her voice got a bit strict as she finished that last sentence. As if it was a rule.. She calmly walked around and handed everyone a paper with their room numbers. On the left side of the building, was all of the men's rooms and on the right, the girls. As she passed out the paper, she spoke one last time. "Follow the rules here and nothing will go wrong. I know this seems like a sticky situation but trust me children, it builds character. Go unpack and you may speak at dinner, which is at six o'clock sharp.. Good luck everyone." And that was the last thing Ms.Lockweed said before she clacked out of the room.


--D ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴀ sツ
❝Iᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ❝

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Name: Allison
Where: The Rose House
Mood: Shocked
Crush: No One

I continue to smile politely at the plastic witch in front of us until she mentions our fiances. Dr. Dress-up is to be my future husband! Out of everyone here I am paired with the fidgety young man who felt so self-consious that he changed five minutes after he arrived. At this moment I would rather be with the British Bum because at least I could just stare at him all day. Wait-- What is wrong with me? Here I am acting like the stuck-up devil I've strived my entire life not to be. I try to relax when Nrs. Lockwood left the room and I turned to face Jacob. He was staring down at his hands and I hoped to catch his gaze. If we are to be married then I'm bound to make it as real as possible. Love is supposed to come before marriage, but we'll be lucky to establish mutual trust before we are hitched. Hitched. What a vulgar term for matrimony, but the best word to describe the ceremony tat is to take place. We will theoretically be hitched together with binding handcuffs. I try to forget about marriage and think about something else. Dad . . .

“Even if you stumble, you’re still moving forward.”

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- - - Micheal.
- - Mitch.

Micheal soun around to Dallas when she was told that he was her finace. She managed a small smile at him before she snatched her roomk number out of Mrs.Botox's hand. She grinned a fake, sugary smile at her before she stood up and exited the room stiffly. She turned through the halls. Making herself lost, "Awesome," she whispered to herself, her objective had been accomplished, she was successfully lost in the maze of hallways. She turned and smiled, fully lost. She walked to the wall and slid down it, plopping down roughly on the marble flooring. She closed her eyes and put her elbows on her knees. Putting her head on her hands. Her eyes glued shut and Micheal breathed heavily. She opened her eyes and examined the carefully painted walls. So boring. She punched the wall, trying to make a dent in the perfectly painted walls. She failed but kicked the wall harshly. Chipping th paint. She crossed her arms with a smirk on her face, satisfied. She walked through the halls absent-midedly. Gazing disgustedly at the perfectness of the whole place.

{Sorry, not a lot of muse!}

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D ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴀ sツ
❝Iᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ❝
Dallas sat still as Ms. Lockweed went through the list. He glanced over at Mitch as she cast a small smile towards him. He could do nothing but return the favor, pushing the corners of his lips up and brightening his eyes. It then quickly vanished as she left the room. Then the Lock went on about rooms and rules, which he definitely didn't care for at all. He frowned and looked around. 'What am I supposed to do now? Will she not like me? Will I not like her?' Then the question finally hit him.. 'Will I ever get out of this place?' He sighed and took his paper. He then took his suitcase and went to the boys side of the building. He was generally good with directions. He had a fairly big room. There was just one thing.. It was dull. Like, a white boring canvass that hadn't been painted yet dull. How could anyone live in a pace so boring as this? The only color it had were the little tints of red in certain places to remind you of the kind of prison you're in. He immediately got to work and unpacked. He sat on his bed once he was done and decided he WOULD paint the room. Just, later. Having nothing to do but break rules, he left. Straightening his beanie and brushing off dirt on his pants, he set off down the halls, not having a care in the world were he went. The only goal he had at this moment was to clear his head.

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