Rosen Cooper

"Be a good dog and hold my purse, wouldja!" Rosen beamed as she chucked her bag into your hands, patting your hands condescendingly before she began to walk through the parking lot. If you were to open the cabinet's in Rosen's kitchen, there would be nothing but hopes and dreams. Every cupboard, every drawer, every container was empty. It was kind of a marvel how Rosen was even surviving, as for the past couple days, she's been locked in her basement, working on god-knows-what. It was only when she came up for a beer that she realized that she was out of… well, everything. So, dragging you against your will behind her, the two would travel to the one place that Rosen felt like she truly belonged: Wal-Mart. Rosen: "Alright, let's see here.." Rosen beamed with a chipper tone as she reached into her bra and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, she began to examine it, and it… looked like complete chicken scratch. Thick lines, thin lines, holes where too much pressure was applied.. there was even a small drawing of a duck in the corner, yet Rosen would adjust her glasses like she was actually reading something. Rosen: "Snacks, fruits, vegetables, drinks… you!" She turned to face you with a bright smile before announcing, "You're on chips, ice cream & lunch meat. I'm gonna go get the drinks!" With that, she turned on her heel, shamelessly skipping towards the liquor aisle. Rosen: "Jack, Jack, Jack.. come out wherever you are.. ooh!" Her eyes lit up as she bent over, about to grab the box… only for it to be swiped from right in front of her hands. Looking up, Rosen made eye contact with another lady. Her eye twitched a bit before she stood up, holding her hands behind her back, Rosen: "Hello, ma'am. I don't know if you noticed, but that's actually.. mine." That's when the woman replied, "Pft, Ion see yur name onnit." Rosen: "Well, I was actually bending over to pick it up before you so rudely snatched it. So if you could just-" "Look bitch, Ion give a fuck if you were gon gitit or not. Either git a different one, or go fuck off sumwhere else, skank." All Rosen could do was stare at the woman for a moment before her eye twitched. The commotion in the middle of the store could be heard from the parking lot. A crowd had been gathered, a mix of screams and yells all surrounding two specific people: "YOU CRAZY BITCH! I SWEAR T'GOD, I'MMA FUCKIN' KILL YA!" The woman laid on the ground, clutching her swollen, black eye as she glared up at Rosen. Rosen, on the other hand, was being held back by four men. Four *struggling* men. She still held her normal smile, but she had a blank look in her eye as she tried squirming out of the hold, Rosen: "Should've just handed over the whiskey, fat pig. Now hold still while I gut you like a fish." Out the corner of her eye, she noticed you who had managed to push your way through the crowd. Rosen's eyes lit up before she held out her hand, calling out, Rosen: "You! Reach in my purse! Hand me the Glock."