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Gabriella Rocha

Reality is an illusion that occurs due to lack of alcohol.

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a character in “Winter Rose: the garden of a wish...”, as played by Celedia

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Name:
Gabriella "Gabi" Rocha

Age:
Twenty-two

Profession:
Stripper, gambler, bartender, etc. Jack of all trades and Master of none.

Physical Appearance:
The primary adjective used to describe Gabriella would depend on what type of day she's having. Sickly or beautiful? Or perhaps both. Her long locks are the same hue as rich cocoa and are naturally curly though when she has a roof over her head, she tends to straighten them so that they fall to the middle of her back instead of twisting up to tousle about her shoulders. Hazel eyes sometimes appear sunken with dark circles lingering beneath but on other days they flash a brilliant near-green, drawing attention away from her too-thin frame. People guess quite frequently that she is a model and she certainly lives the lifestyle of one though she lacks the accompanying paycheck. High cheekbones and dainty features are the perfect palette for a make up artist to experiment upon but when she manages to take care of herself, she can be just as eye-catching while fresh faced. Her clothing depends on her current level of apathy. If she is between jobs, it tends to fall to the bottom of her list of daily accomplishments and if she is trying to impress or on one of life's many 'ups' then she will try to dress accordingly.

Abilities:
Gabriella has held a unique mixture of professions and has a small subset of skills gained throughout her life that barely have any use in the real world. Manipulation and an eagle eye from conning people at casinos and gambling dens. As a bartender she can mix a mean drink while pulling information from just about anyone whether they're sober or indulging. Her agility and dancing abilities came from a brief jaunt as a stripper at a seedy joint downtown before she realized that the money wasn't quite as good as they had promised and she seems able to lie, cheat and steal to supplement her income otherwise. Quite the charmer, no?

History:
Ask her for her history or background yourself and you'll get a dozen different answers. She was raised in an abusive home, shoved into foster care. Or perhaps this time around she was left at an orphanage and ignored by everyone whilst being loved by no one. Every iteration is a fallacy and few people know the truth. She was born and raised in Florida by two loving parents. An only child, she was spoiled mercilessly and went to private schools from preschool until she graduated from high school early, at the age of 16. Then, she set off to see the world for herself and while 'touring colleges' she happened to fall in with the wrong crowd while visiting New York. A lifestyle where you could party all day and night? Couch surf at a friend's house whether or not you just met them the night before? Not having any responsibilities while still pretending to be an adult?

She saw nothing wrong with living in excess. Excessive drinking, drugs or whatever else she could get her hands on to help her coast through life and when she did finally contact her parents, it was only to beg for money to help her coast through another few months of existence.


Possessions:
Obviously scooped up while on her way either to or from a club, she isn't wearing much of note. A thick black hoodie, a sparkly silver tank top, a black skirt and knee-high leather boots. Some accessories such as a few dozen jelly bracelets wrapped around her left wrist, a pair of large hoop earrings and a fake emerald ring. Other than that her whole life is stuffed in her excessively large knock-off LV handbag and that isn't saying much...
Contents: A pack of rolling papers, a lighter, a ten pack of 1cc syringes, a hair tie, a deck of playing cards, a small flask of Everclear, a switchblade, mascara, lipgloss, a mirrored compact, a few pieces of hard candy, a tin of Altoids, a long purple silk scarf, a wallet with a few credit cards, some cash, her drivers license, etc.

So begins...

Gabriella Rocha's Story

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#, as written by Celedia
Gabriella Rocha


Hazy yet rapidly flashing lights in an assortment of colors danced against a black background. It was like being in a club but not. There was no music, no throbbing vibration of bass beating against her skin and though the euphoria overriding her senses seemed real enough, it didn’t have that chemical overtone that she was used to experiencing. Not shrooms, not E… What was she feeling? Was this a dream?

The vibrant hues disappeared as she lurched back into consciousness but the light was brighter than she remembered. A brilliantly white backdrop replaced the shadowy environment from her unconscious or subconscious thoughts, whichever they had been and the first sounds that wormed their ways into her ears were… Voices?

Blinking rapidly, she let herself lay upon the ground for a minute to gather her bearings. She wasn’t worried at all. In fact, she had woken in strange places often enough that it didn’t seem odd to be appear in a strange place with no memory of the past few hours and no recollection of ever meeting the people that were now hovering around her.

Once she was sure that she wasn’t about to throw up or pass out, she slipped a hand behind her and pushed herself up into a sitting position only to realize that the palm she had placed upon the ground was freezing and wet. She jerked her hand up close to her face, frowning at the implications as snow melted from her fingertips and only then did she truly begin to take in her surroundings.

A large building loomed in front of her. She was in a yard. Whose yard?

Her vision shifted, now focusing more intently on the three people that were up and moving about. None of them looked like the sort of people she usually hung around and even more confusing was that none of them appeared to be club goers. No one was dressed to impress… Well, at least the sort of dress to impress that mingled with hot sweaty bodies dancing to house or techno music so perhaps she was still in a dream? Leaning down, she pinched her bare calf between thumb and forefinger and winced as the pain lanced through her.

If this was a dream it sucked.

Gabriella pushed herself to her feet, dusting the snow from her skin and clothing as she made her way passed the three strangers whom she still hadn’t spoken a word to yet. Rose bushes hedged them in and she couldn’t see over them nor through them and a look in each direction told her that they continued on around the entire yard. Pine trees swayed silently beyond them but there was no way to reach the nearest evergreen without somehow first pushing passed the briars.

“This is a bunch of bullshit…” She grumbled to herself, pulling her hood up over her chocolate-hued locks and zipping her sweatshirt to ward off the cold as she set off towards the nearest bush to investigate. Thoughts of kidnapping or the Saw movies never entering her mind as she reached out to pluck one of the crimson blooms from its thorny housing. Simple curiosity had taken over now.

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As the four guests awoke, one remained on the ground: a youth, thin and frail, his pallor accentuated by the snow. Emmet didn't stir yet, but with some attention, one might notice the slow rise and fall of his chest. A clunky carpet bag was splayed across him.

With a soft, organic snap, the blossom fell into Gabriella's grasp. This was the only answer to her curiosity. The petals were like silk, and fragrance clung to them. All around the strangers, the scent of roses mingled with the crispness of ice. The contrast announced itself with each breath.

Beyond them, the house sat as quietly as the roses. The door and windows remained shut, and the place spoke of overwhelming silence. No bird sang, and even the sunlight seemed drained of life. The sun itself hid behind the clouds, but the level of brightness indicated morning, perhaps, if not afternoon. It dimmed and brightened as the clouds shifted in the sky. At the ground level, though, there was no wind. All was still.

Yet the shutters had not been closed, and if one watched closely, a faint glow flickered behind the windowpanes. How much light or what kind was hard to judge in the daylight. Even so, it was the first sign -- the only sign -- of life.

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#, as written by Celedia
Gabriella Rocha



So the rose broke off as a rose should do. The thorns didn’t turn into tentacles that drew her towards a maw that manifested in the bushes and they didn’t suddenly grow, spiking through her fingertips like mini swords. Conclusion? She still didn’t think it was a dream.

Just some sort of fucked up reality.

God, I need a drink…. She mused as she flicked off all of the thorns on the perfect bloom, shortening the stem so she could tuck it behind her right ear and after her new accessory was in place she began digging through her purse for something, still oblivious to those that stood around the front yard. They had lapsed into silence anyway so perhaps they had realized that shit was going crazy too.

Her hand clasped around a thin silver flask and the top came off easily enough, allowing her to put the spout to her painted lips and take three long draws from its contents. The taste of Everclear always made her wince and she plugged the liquor back up, stowing it for when she needed another shot of liquid courage. Her eyes were clear today and their normal hazel had changed to a near-emerald color. They shifted from person to person, settling on them once again as she tried to figure out what they were doing here with her in this strange place.

Not one for beating around the bush, she stepped up between the three of them, forcing their attention to her for a moment as her eyes then settled upon the lone figure still lying upon the snowy ground. “I’m Gabriella. Gabi. I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing here but I am going to try to get warm.” Jabbing a finger at the manor that loomed before them she wasted no time for return introductions but still she paused, her gaze continually falling back to the blond youth nestled in the snow. God, how she hated being left behind. It happened to her a few times. Partied too hard, took a few too many pills and suddenly she was comatose outside and she ended up waking a few hours later nearly frostbitten or dehydrated depending on the weather.

She sighed forcibly, gathering what she assumed was the young man’s carpet bag and hefting it over her shoulder before she leaned over, curling a small hand around his ankle. No one else was moving him, right? And it wasn’t like she could lift anything much less a person, no matter how small they were.

“Let’s go, blondie…” She muttered as she moved, walking up the trio of stairs that led to the small front porch. The poor youth suffered from her poor planning with his head bumping soundly against every stair on her ascent but hey… At least she was trying to help, right?

Her free hand went to the door, rapping thrice and she waited a full minute for a reply before trying the doorknob, giving it a quick twist as she called out, “Hello?! Is anyone home?”

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The door tilted inward with a drawn out creak, and the house exhaled lukewarm air. The interior was not quite toasty, but it was certainly warmer than standing around in the snow. At the end of the hall lay a fireplace -- and a fresh fire. Paper and kindling were still visible on the grate; tiny flames had just begun to dance among them. Plenty of kindling and several logs sat in a basket nearby. A rich burgundy rug was thrown over the wooden floor, and a few stuffed chairs were arranged around the fireplace.

The walls of the entrance hall were lined with candle sconces, all burning away. Portraits hung between them -- stern gentlemen and cold-eyed ladies in fashion centuries old. Potted plants green with life sat in vases on ornate end tables. Small statues accompanied them, all classical busts, pale and flowing with organic detail. Five doors were immediately visible: two on the left wall, two on the far wall, and one on the right wall. Their layout was symmetrical -- the doors on the far wall were spaced equally on either side of the fireplace, and the closest doors on the left and right mirrored one another. Only the further door on the left was lonely; the space on the right side where there might have been a door was instead home to another painting.

On either side of the room, placed as symmetrically as the doors, a staircase led to a second level. Looking up, one could see the railing which encircled it. This upper section functioned as a hallway; from it sprang seven more doors.

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It seemed for now that Alessandro’s question would be without answer, but from the behavior of the others, he supposed they probably didn’t have one that would satisfy him anyway. There was more stirring, and one further person awoke, this one more mobile and apparently inclined to walk around a bit. He gathered from her actions that she circle of rosebushes was impassable, at least from there. Which led to the interesting question of how they were brought here in the first place. That said, he couldn’t be too concerned about it at the moment, because he had no idea where he was or where he’d go even if he could leave. Perhaps there was someone inside the house?

The younger-looking of the two women strode over to the remaining still form, picking him up b the ankles and proceeding to drag him in the direction of the door. Alessandro started after them, thinking to perhaps pick the youth up by the shoulders, particularly when his head knocked into several objects along the way, causing the musician to wince a bit in sympathy. But she had reached the door before he made it to them, which left him standing sort of awkwardly behind the pair as the door swung inwards. Gabriella, as she had introduced herself, called inwards, but there was no reply. “Perhaps they are around the back of the house,” he speculated quietly, but who ‘they’ could possibly be, he had no idea.

Volunteering himself to go check, he threaded his way lightly to the small yard in the back, but there didn’t seem to be anyone here, either. “Excuse me?” he called out, but the words seemed strangely muffled in the air, the sound unnatural to his trained ear on some level he could not explain. His footsteps, too, seemed muffled, even given the crunching of the crisp snow beneath his feet. “Is there anyone here?”

But the dead plants did not answer, and the pond’s only reply was an icy stillness. The quiet was unnatural, but the death seemed appropriate in a way that the vibrancy of the red ring of roses had not. Walking to the pond’s edge, Alessandro brushed some of the snow off the thinly-iced surface and peered in. Everything about this place seemed so… alien. Which was strange, for though it was in a most unusual location, the house itself was nothing too extraordinary, even if it was from an era long past. Sighing quietly, he shook his head. Perhaps it would be better if he ventured inside with the others, but curiously, he felt no particular sense of urgency about it.

Perhaps the situation was simply too odd. If he’d woken up in a darkened warehouse or something equally ominous but more… sensical, then maybe he would have been infected with the desire to be out and back home as soon as possible. But here, this… his mind couldn’t find purchase from which to gain traction and solve his problem. He felt inert, unmoving and perhaps unable to put in the effort that would be required to start the cogs of his consciousness again. It was the stillness here. Infectious.

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Mark watched as the events unfolded around him and was dumbstruck into inaction, the recently awoken woman who bore a cinnamon coloured skin seemed to be one of those spitfires that his mother had warned him about, warnings which he had always wished to defy but never had really the chance to do it.

She had quite a mouth on her and was quick to drag the corpse looking lad into the inside of the manor, yet there was something that made his skin crawl, a shiver unrelated to the cold around him, in his land the unknown still reigned unmatched in some of the less developed parts...and right now he had the impression that something predatory awaited inside of that building, something unkind and meant to be forgotten by the pages of the ages.

The gentleman too seemed to be repelled by whatever presence inhabited those halls, yet Mark caught himself thinking of so much nonsense, often he had scolded his peers when they jested about him telling tales of witches and ghosts, he always told them that in his life he had never experienced anything of the so called brujas.

“Don't suppose we should leave them ladies on their own eh?”
he spoke not really expecting an answer, just making a grab for the opportunity to break the eerie silence, when all he got was more silence he made his mind and advanced to the open doors.

As he made his way he felt shaken by all the paintings, their stares dug deeply into the Mexican´s being and threatened to lay out his soul bare, why was he feeling so, stalked out of the sudden? He brushed these thoughts aside with one quick glance at the fire, the radiating warmth being more than welcoming “You know it might be a good idea to drag him over here” he said to the cinnamon lass, if she had spoken her name he had clearly forgotten it in light of some other facts “Mayhap we should take a look around, see if someone can give us a clue or... something” as usual he was falling into reaction instead of action, unless properly motivated he was more than happy to simply watch others move around and do their things