Power was something all people can sense. When someone with true power walks down the street your natural instinct was to move out of the way. A predatory instinct which most had forgotten. You move out of the way of a predator and for Rosalind people always stepped out of the way.
When she was a small child she was trained she awoke early and trained to become better. Her and several other girls were part of a regime that wanted highly trained girls. After all who suspects a small girl – Who searches small children for weapons there innocent? The regime wanted to exploit that thought and so they trained young girls to play the part while being deadly and smart this was how Rosalind was born.
She was beautiful no denying that but her eyes were steel. They were blue grey and hard from years of training and work for the regime. She was every man's dream and she knew how to use it to her advantage.
Rosalind stepped off the train into the town of small heath Birmingham and sauntered off of the train. She had purchased a house in town she intended to stay for a while so she had to put on her girlish front. Play the innocent women from out of town that was naïve and couldn't possibly harm a fly.
Rosalind would play the part until she had her dagger at your throat and you wouldn't see the flash of knife until it scraped the underside of your jaw. She was very good at making people believe exactly what she wanted.
Rosalind knew of all of the major players in town she had played with bigger fish and walked away with their blood on her hands. She knew this would be fun.
She walked over to the car she had ordered a chauffeur waiting for her with the bags climbing into the back seat she couldn't help but smirk and the longing looks she had garnered on her way.
Pulling away the car drove to the town it was smoggy and the smoke seemed to cover everything in a dark grey blanket. The people in the street looked questioningly toward her car trying to get a glimpse of her as they drove through.
They soon arrived at her home and the chauffer got out and opened the door giving her his hand without looking directly at her. It was a funny thing money with enough of it people would do anything you ask.
She turned her head to survey the building. It was the same as many others on the street perfect for blending in. She could hear the neighbours whispering as she moved to open the front door. She heard a small whisper of 'Shelby' and turned her head to find the whisper but as soon as she made eye contact with the offender they looked away embarrassed to have been seen she supposed. Gliding into the house she was followed by the chauffer with her luggage. He placed it in the front hall and she dismissed him. She walked up the stair case with luggage in hand and found the master bedroom, she opened the curtains and looked at the city view seeing pillars of smoke in the distance. Walking away, she picked up the biggest case setting it on the bed and started ordering her clothes and other essentials. Looking back out of the window seeing it darkening quickly. She decided she would unpack the rest tomorrow but for now she fancied a drink.
Walking back downstairs she picked up her coat from the stand and grabbed her purse and key from the side table, she absentmindedly patted her thigh to check her dagger was her skirts and proceeded out of the door.
She through the town quickly finding a pub called 'The Garrison' she walked in and approached the bar.
She stood for a few moments waiting for the barman to notice her. 'Hello, What can I get you love?' the man asked. 'Rum if you wouldn't mind' She replied. Rosalind needed to appear weak and naïve otherwise people might start to question why she was here. The bar man turned and grabbed the bottle pouring it into a glass 'New to town?' He asked. 'Just off the train' she replied giving as few details as possible. He handed her a glass just as she was raising it to her lips she was jogged by a man with a toothpick in his mouth. 'Whiskey Harry' he stated. Another man with cold blue eyes came up next to him while he waited for harry 'Who's this then Harry?' he asked. 'New to town' Harry replied as if that explained everything.
The man with cold eyes then turned to her 'Who are you?' he asked coldly. As if he hadn't just talked about her over her head. But she played her part 'Rosalind' she "meekly" replied. 'Rosalind' he stated as if he couldn't quite believe the name or doubted it was hers. 'We don't get many new people round here' he continued 'What did you come here for'. 'Work' she said still playing the little girl.
'Work' he breathed as if laughing at her 'What kind of work you here for' he questioned. He looked her up and down. 'You a whore?' he seemed to laugh at his statement. She played her role of the offended women 'N-No – why would you…' she stated as if she couldn't believe her ears.
It seemed his judgement was over then he had passed her over walking passed her into the booth disappearing from site with his brother. Harry leaned over the bar 'Don't worry about that love – that's the Shelby's. Tommy and John just stay away from them and you'll be fine' with that he walked way down the bar leaving her there with her drink.