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Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that appear in the movie but I hope to some day... :P anyway on to the story.
Rose woke up this morning, exhausted as all get out but she knew she had to get up. On her list of things to do this morning was to go down to the unemployment office and get another social insurance number, someone had stolen her last one while she was on vacation in Germany. She trekked her way to the bathroom and turned on the straightner to smooth her hair out. It was already pretty straight but she did it to smooth out the cowlicks the she had. As she stood there, straightening her hair, she accomplished some of her stretches, just small ones, she didn't like to stretch before she did anything because it pulled muscles but she needed them to wake her up this morning, she had had a very trying day yesterday what with the cuts for the video project coming through. It turns out, after making her perform one last time, the judges picked her as the lead in the project.
She lifted her leg gracefully above her head and rested it on the shelf where she kept little odds and ends for the bathroom like potpourri, etc. Rose's body was small and lithe, built like a tiger, strong muscles in every part of her body. Her total fat in her body was 5. She knew that because every month, her performance school would get tests done to see what was what. One would say that that was a pretty serious and strict school, but Cirque du Soleil has to be strict, otherwise it wouldn't hold such high value with the audience that attend the shows and adore it so much. Rose was in the show Quidam as an Aerial Contortionist. In a nutshell, she is up high in the air and suspended by nothing but a piece of silk in which she twists and turns and creates beautiful movements with.
By now, she was brushing her teeth and getting dressed at the same time, putting on a nice fitting pair of low- rise boot cut jeans, a casual pair of heels, a vibrant pink tube top, and a white blazer jacket over top. She took a tiny butterfly clip out of a draw under the sink and clipped the hair from in front of her face to the crown of her head. Then she put her contact lens' in. This is where she isn't so normal.
Rose's hair was a dark brown, it was so dark that in dim light, it looked black. The underside of her hair, near the bottom half of her head was a blonde, blonde enough to look white. It wasn't that she dyed it to look like that, in fact, it had been like that ever since she could remember. She flashed back to when she was a child and she went shopping with her mother in the grocery store. She looked at one of the other girls out shopping with her mother and then asked her mom a question.
"Mommy, why is my hair different from every other girls? There hair is all one color and mine is two." Her mother had simply looked down at her with her caring brown eyes and said:
"Because dear, your like your father. You know what your father is."
"I miss Daddy, why did he have to go to Russia again? We were just there!"
"Because your older brother decided to go back and look for someone, and Daddy knows that this man is dangerous."
Rose was a very smart child for being only four years old at the time. She had been smarter than all the rest of the kids all her life. The schools that she attended couldn't keep up with her and so she was forced to be home schooled by her father. She didn't mind that, after all, Andrei Sakharov was the smartest man that Rose had ever encountered.
Now, as Rose stepped out of her lonely one bedroom apartment in uptown New York, she thought back sadly on these memories. They never did find her brother, in fact, rose barely remembered his name. It irritated her badly over the last few years that she could forget her own brothers name, but she couldn't think of that now. She walked down the front steps of her building on the cool October morning, most would find it almost cold, but not her. She was used to colder weather than this. She moved to New York three years ago, when she was fifteen, before that, she had lived up in the Northwest Territories in Canada. She loved the cold. After all, her father was part Siberian and Russian, she used to be over in those countries all the time, and she loved it. Now, she was so busy that she couldn't possibly find the time to go back and visit. Her family there didn't like her anyway but she loved the scenery. She was from Kronstadt, Russia. She loved it there, it was so quaint and rustic. Everyone there was so nice to her even when she came, despite her odd appearance.
On top of her hair, her eyes were different from everyone else's too because they were a vivid yellow and brown. The iris was shaped differently as well. It sort of ran in the shape of a huge almond standing upright. As she was about to walk into the Unemployment Agency, her cell phone rang. It was her friend Lilia who was getting married in a few days. As it turns out, she would get to see her home land again! Lilia had just informed her that the wedding was to take place in Russia, in Kronstadt!
"You know that I can't fly though." She spoke to her friend in Russian.
"Yes, I know, I just bought a huge luggage bag, I stow you in it and once the plane is in the air, you can open it for some air." She answered back.
"Are you sure they don't x- ray the luggage."
"I'm positive. Though it would give them a shock to see all that metal in my bag." She laughed heartily.
This was the end of the conversation and Rose stepped into the office building. She sat waiting in a chair when who should walk threw the door but her friend Ryan from Cirque. He knew what she was and accepted her for it. He knew her whole story. He sat down beside her and she excitedly told him about all about her upcoming trip to Russia in french. Russian and French were just two of the many languages she could speak.
They were just getting to the end of their conversation when again a familiar face entered the room. Her name was Stephanie and she didn't know when to shut up.
"Oh. Hi Rose!" She smiled happily and sat down opposite her. "So, who's this? Is he your boyfriend? Hi, I'm Stephanie!" She shook his hand enthusiastically while he looked at Rose for an explanation to this strange person.
"Hi, Stephanie, this is Ryan, my friend." She stressed the emphasis on friend.
"So what are you doing here? Are you looking for a job? I would assume such a smart person like yourself would have no problem finding a job!" She asked annoyingly.
"Actually, I have a job, I'm here getting another social insurance number, my last one was stolen." Rose just wished her name would be called and she could leave.
"Oh, that's nice. HEY! Don't you need your parents to sign that for you?" She indicated the slip of paper in Rose's hand.
"Well, no, I can't, my parents are dead. My only legal guardian is somewhere in Russia, I think." She said, referring to her brother.
"THAT'S RIGHT! Your parents were murdered by that insane scientist guy, right? Wow, do you know what he did to them? He probably slit there throats, trying to see how they worked or something don't you think?-"
Ryan, sensing that a change of subject was needed, tried to distract Stephanie.
"So, Stephanie, what are you here for?"
"Oh, I'm looking for a job, my boss fired me from my old one, said I talked too much and annoyed the customers."
"What a stretch." Said Rose coldly. Before anything else could be said, another woman of the same age as Rose walked up.
"Rose." She said in a voice dripping with hatred. Rose looked up.
"Honestly, I don't know that many people, how is it that I can run into all of them in the same room and an UNEMPLOYMENT AGENCY!" She started to yell a little. "Why are you here Claire, did Daddy cut off your credit cards at last?" Rose looked behind Claire at a couple that was holding hands and staring at her, whispering softly about the situation surrounding them, a girl with hair like her own, but only striped with white near the front, and a man, who looked as if he wouldn't like to be anywhere but with this woman.
"No, I -" Claire was cut off just in time. Rose was called into one of the cubicles surrounding them. She stood quickly.
"Your just mad because for once, Daddy's money had no effect and I got in to the Josh Groban tour on my own talent. It also really helped that I didn't have a shitty choreographer do my work for me so that all I had to do was copy it." With that, she turned on her heal and marched into the cubicle.
She walked out of there about five minutes later, she didn't feel like talking to Ryan, Stephanie, or Claire. She hoped Ryan wouldn't take offence to it. She flipped her wrist out with a flourish and read the time, she had forty five minutes to get her clothes for the practice and get there. She looked up at the street signs. She was still about ten blocks away from her apartment. Looking around to see if there was anyone around, Rose put on a burst of speed that wasn't humanly possible. She ran as fast as a tiger. With in minutes, she was outside her apartment building, the Royal Manor. She walked up the front steps and the doorman opened the door for her. It was not her normal doorman, but someone entirely different.