The Following day at the stadium... (open)
Nov 1, 2016 1:40:50 GMT -5
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Post by Rose Hawthorne on Nov 1, 2016 1:40:50 GMT -5
Rose was fiddling with the iron sights on her rifle when she was suddenly pulled into a passionate kiss. she blushed fursiously before her eyes went dark and she was lost in her memories again.As she was let go a song came up on a nearby portable radio, playing songs from a CD some survivor had managed to keep in working order the celtic sounds of the band filled the area she held her head and the rifle in her hands clattered to the ground. the words of the singer wormed their way through her mind as the ground rushed up to meet her..
The pictures tell the storyThis life had many shades
I'd wake up every morning and before I'd start each day
I'd take a drag from last nights cigarette
That smoldered in its tray
Down a little something and then be on my way
I traveled far and wide
And laid this head in many ports
I was guided by a compass
I saw beauty to the north
I drew the tales of many lives
And wore the faces of my own
I had these memories all around me
So I wouldn't be alone
Some may be from showing up
Others are from growing up
Sometimes I was so messed up and didn't have a clue
I ain't winning no one over
I wear it just for you
I've got your name written here
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
I've got your name written here
In a rose tattoo
This ones for the mighty sea
Mischief, gold and piracy
A five year old rose blinked as she dug through the old boxes and trunks stored in her houses attic. she was currently stomach deep in a large trunk She yelped lightly as she cut her finger on something metal. She pulled the offending item out and found that it was a metal box, she fiddled with the wrought iron claps and finally got it open. inside she found an ornate pair of flintlock pistols. the handles inlaid in ivory and old, the triggers shaped like an eagles wings. She stared in awe at the beautiful weapon
This ones for the man that raised meTaught me sacrifice and bravery
Rose pulled on her grandfathers sleeve. She was wearing a dark red sundress. her grandfathers black military uniform looked solemn in the cloudy weather of Ireland. the young girl had no idea why her grandfather had taken her to visit a bunch of people standing in a field all the way in Ireland she just liked the boat ride here. they all look sad, and there was a bunch of people in uniforms like her grandad. she looked up at all the colorful ribbons and medals that her grandfather wore. all the other men didn't seem to have as many
"g'pa....what are they doing to that flag covered box?" Her grandfather clenched his hand around his cane's head before looking down at his grandfather, his face blurred. He hugged her close. "Honouring a hero"
This ones for our favorite game"g'pa....what are they doing to that flag covered box?" Her grandfather clenched his hand around his cane's head before looking down at his grandfather, his face blurred. He hugged her close. "Honouring a hero"
Black and gold, we wave the flag
Rose looked down at her grandfather. She felt odd standing on the pedestal. she looked at all the people in the stands and fidgeted as the Greek sun beat down on her. all the other faces in the crowd made the gold around her neck feel heavy. but two faces made her smile and wave. a man in a military uniform and a dark haired Russian girl, both of their faces blurred.
This ones for my family nameWith pride I wear it to the grave
She smiled as she held Natalia close . the blurry faced woman reached down and rubbed her wrist. a cluster of berries, red and raised alerted the woman to the inks freshness "did it hurt?" Rose shook her head. Natalia leaned over and kissed her smiling.
Others are from growing up
Sometimes I was so messed up and didn't have a clue
I ain't winning no one over
I wear it just for you
I've got your name written here
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
I've got your name written here,
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
I've got your name written here
In a rose tattoo
This one means the most to me
It stays here for eternity
A ship that always stays the course
An anchor for my every choice
A rose that shines down from above
I signed and sealed these words in blood
I heard them once, sung in a song
It played again and we sang along
Rose walked down the street. the bag of tea and biscuits in her hands swaying slightly in the windy Glasgow street. a young child bounced a ball into the street giggling. rose looked up at the girl and smiled. wondering what it would be like to have a child herself. A car barreled around a corner. beeping its horn and tossing a whiskey bottle out the window, both the child and the driver seemed oblivious to each other. she dropped the bag in her hand and sprinted to the child. she pushed her forward with all of her might, throwing the child a few feet out of the path of the car. Rose hit the ground with a yelp and scrambled up wincing. she looked up in time just to be hit by the car. for a a slow half second she stared into the faceless ginger man in the driver seat, the horn blaring but the impact inevitable. she closed her eyes and for a second her wife in her wedding veil passed before her mind. the image was wiped away in a flash of white as the car hit her.
You'll always be here with me
Even if you're gone
You'll always have my love
Our memory will live on
Some may be from showing up
Others are from growing up
Sometimes I was so messed up and didn't have a clue
I ain't winning no one over
I wear it just for you
I've got your name written here
In a rose tattoo
Rose stared down at the tattoo on her leg. she had thrown the rough hospital blankets off of her and was staring at the entwined flowers. her eyes traced their stems as they ran down her legs. stopping as they were cut of at the small nub of flesh that was left of her upper shin and knee, barely enough to allow her a prosthetic that would just replace her lower leg. She clenched her fists and rolled out of the bed, falling to the ground with a loud thump. She started to crawl towards the door, stopping when her wife rushed in and started to fuss over her, tears welling up in both of their eyes as they held each other on the cold hospital floor...
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
I've got your name written here,
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
With pride I'll wear it to the grave for you
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
I've got your name written here,
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
Signed and sealed in blood I would die for you
When rose came too, She was lying in an infirmary bed. she pushed herself up confused and looked around.