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aRogueOne · 04-05-2020, 09:48 PM

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Originally Posted by natethegreat

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The sound of a short pump and majestic cane rang out a bit on the rather quiet day, as Roselynn Voss made her daily stroll around the Alley. She was a bit antsy today as the Essex native was waiting to here back about whether or not she had gotten the position she applied for in the Ministry. Hopefully she would get to a Senior Investigator in the IUMO department, however, she wouldn't be surprised if they gave her Junior Investigator to start. That didn't stop the 27 year old's hopes and ambitions though. If there was a goal in sight, Roselynn would almost be sure to see that it was achieved. Ambition ran through the Voss' family blood, as her parent's were both Italian immigrants with a dream to make it big here in England. And they didn't expect any less of their daughter either.

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Eventually, Roselynn made her way over to some of the food vendors as her stomach started to growl a bit. Hazel eyes scanned the one cart before falling upon a gentleman who looked particularly beat up. It made her grow rather concerned for the lad in all honesty. "Excuse me sir, I hope I'm not intruding, but do you need some assistance with that shiner you have there?" Her soft and melodic voice showing her worry. But hopefully, she didn't tread a line as it's not something you'd expect to hear from a stranger.

Leave it to him to actually not be able to find the stupid stall. How hard could it actually be? They were the only ones that served kebab’s on skewers. He had no one else to blame though so what did he actually expect? Many a friend had offered to take him to St Mungo’s or to even give him some home brewed elixir’s that would solve both his broken ribs and car crash of a right eye but oh no, Spencer Rogers lives with his mistakes. Spencer Rogers has to suffer in silence because that’s how he was brought up. To grit his teeth and laugh in the face of pain.

At least it couldn’t get any worse for him. But…

Wincing slightly now, he turned the sound of a woman’s voice and she was asking him how he had got his black eye? What was it with people these days? You’d swear they were brought up to be so rude. Looking at her with his one good eye now, he took in the hazel eyes and soft voice for a moment, finally deciding to not chew her out. Not because he cared if her feeling got hurt but because it was just too draining.

“I fell. Landed on my eye. How do you usually get black eyes?” he replied, his voice neutral now as he looked back, his brown eyes resting on the cane for a brief moment before moving back to her.

04-05-2020, 09:48 PM	#41 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,576 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Chosen (Knott) Slytherin Sixth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by natethegreat tap click click tap click click The sound of a short pump and majestic cane rang out a bit on the rather quiet day, as Roselynn Voss made her daily stroll around the Alley. She was a bit antsy today as the Essex native was waiting to here back about whether or not she had gotten the position she applied for in the Ministry. Hopefully she would get to a Senior Investigator in the IUMO department, however, she wouldn't be surprised if they gave her Junior Investigator to start. That didn't stop the 27 year old's hopes and ambitions though. If there was a goal in sight, Roselynn would almost be sure to see that it was achieved. Ambition ran through the Voss' family blood, as her parent's were both Italian immigrants with a dream to make it big here in England. And they didn't expect any less of their daughter either. tap click click Eventually, Roselynn made her way over to some of the food vendors as her stomach started to growl a bit. Hazel eyes scanned the one cart before falling upon a gentleman who looked particularly beat up. It made her grow rather concerned for the lad in all honesty. "Excuse me sir, I hope I'm not intruding, but do you need some assistance with that shiner you have there?" Her soft and melodic voice showing her worry. But hopefully, she didn't tread a line as it's not something you'd expect to hear from a stranger. Leave it to him to actually not be able to find the stupid stall. How hard could it actually be? They were the only ones that served kebab’s on skewers. He had no one else to blame though so what did he actually expect? Many a friend had offered to take him to St Mungo’s or to even give him some home brewed elixir’s that would solve both his broken ribs and car crash of a right eye but oh no, Spencer Rogers lives with his mistakes. Spencer Rogers has to suffer in silence because that’s how he was brought up. To grit his teeth and laugh in the face of pain. At least it couldn’t get any worse for him. But… Wincing slightly now, he turned the sound of a woman’s voice and she was asking him how he had got his black eye? What was it with people these days? You’d swear they were brought up to be so rude. Looking at her with his one good eye now, he took in the hazel eyes and soft voice for a moment, finally deciding to not chew her out. Not because he cared if her feeling got hurt but because it was just too draining. “I fell. Landed on my eye. How do you usually get black eyes?” he replied, his voice neutral now as he looked back, his brown eyes resting on the cane for a brief moment before moving back to her.