Rockelle Simmonds

His words sadly fell of deaf ears as her magic was causing the loudest static in her ears. God she hated transforming because of how grueling the process was and this was unpleasant for her. She knew he was nearby because her aura detected him but it caused another burp and whine to leave her lips. After a few minutes of silence from her, she pokes her head out of the blanket again with an exhausted expression, panting.

She didnt move from the covers and just laid her head on the bed, trying to recover from the mini torture session she endured. "Hi.." Was all she could respond with, the woman adorning dark purple hair with bouncy curls and a pair of cat ears on top of her head. Her voice was back to normal, having a soft and melodic voice to replace the other static filled mess from a few moments ago.

The neko didnt look up at Eddie, keeping her head down to subside a raging migraine thanks to her aura. "Im sorry...for all the trouble. I just...I was stuck like that. Can...Can I have some clothes please?" She asks, not hearing the dialogue from before about him bringing some clothes to the pillow side. "My name...is Rockelle. Your blob friend? Hes very sticky..." She mumbles, starting to fall asleep from the exhaustion from the day and pain of the migraine.

As he returned to the bedside, pajama pants and hoodie in hand, Eddie tried to offer her a bit of an encouraging smile and kept his voice low and quiet, not wanting to put her off or frighten her. "Hi Rockelle. No need to be sorry, We were the ones that kinda dug you outta that dumpster an' took you in. Got clothes for you right here."

He set the haphazardly folded items on the pillow, inadvertently brushing past her ear as he did. For a moment, he wondered if he should offer her an encouraging pat or touch, except that would be weird, wouldn't it? Her request for clothing had only served to confirm that she was bare beneath the blanket, and they'd only just met in earnest. Petting a kitten in pain and petting a strange woman in his bed were hardly the same thing, in his mind.

"Is there anyone you need me to call? Anything I can do to help you more?"

It was only when he stopped and listened to her breathing that he could hear she was barely even awake anymore. He knew something about feeling like that, when he and his Other had spent Their days starving out on the street or down in the sewers. He made the choice then that he would give her some space -- but not before leaving behind a piece of paper with a note in Sharpie, taped to the bedroom's inside door handle.

"Hi Rockelle -- Welcome to Our home. Sleep as long as you need. Restroom is straight across from here. Come out when ready."

Rockelle heard his voice and her ears fluttered, purring as she laid on the blanket. "Mmhm...I appreciate your help...so much. I rememeber you and your friend...He scared me...But was so gentle holding me...I know...there was a human in there.." She yawns, falling asleep, her ears fluttering and twitching at his words, then she feels his hand brush against her ears. She was too sleepy to react, otherwise she would ask him to pet her for the moment.

Half asleep, she hears his question to call someone or if she needs help. She responds with a soft 'uh huh.' noise, before she went back to sleep. The neko needed it for the time.

She doesn't know how long shes been out. Where was her phone? Oh right...stuck as a cat. A soft sigh left her lips as she sat up, stretching and cracking her back. Headache was gone, not feeling the blistering pain anymore. It felt wonderful to blink without feeling like a knife was pulling something out of your head. Noticing the note on the doorknob, she uses her magic to float it over to her, reading it. A smile on her lips.

"Oh hes too sweet." She mumbles, getting up and getting dressed. Poking her head out of the door, she looks around for Eddie, rubbing her eyes. "Sir...Blob thing? Are you guys here?" She softly calls, letting out a small sneeze, rubbing her nose.

...his hand? He almost wanted to ask why, but stopped himself, only letting his head lean into a tilt to one side. Why his hand? Was something wrong? While he wasn't one to often question... he slowly let his hand out to her, hesitant for a moment.

"... you want my hand?" He asked her softly, worried to even ask what the context was behind this ...

Rockelle was rather....strange to say the least. Stranger than usual. Really standoffish, not talking or interacting much with Tack and it wasnt due to something he did, no no. Her head was going so fast that she couldnt keep up anymore, so shes in a 'floating' headspace. Holding out her hand for his, she felt her mind quiet down briefly.

"Thank you." She mumbles, gently chewing on the flesh of his thumb. She didnt do it harshly to break skin, rather put just enough pressure on his skin to leave a small mark. "Im sorry Tack...Im not feeling well right now."

Onyx looked at him and tilted her head, folding her arms. "Shame to hear. I thought you would be my strong and directing boyfriend." She flatly responds, stepping closer to slide her hand along his arm. "You dont think of putting me in my place? I am not as fragile as Alymer..." She leans in closer to his ear. "I can take it..." She whispers, biting his earlobe.

"Not much, whats going on with you?" A soft snort left her mouth at the joke when he eyes her suspiciously then raises a brow at his next question. "Of course not! You always smell nice, just a silly joke. Whats updog? Not much whats up with you? That kinda thing." She explains, hoping to calm his nerves.

"... Oh... okay... so I was supposed to ask 'What's updog?' I-I get it." Hearing he smelled nice certainly helped with the anxiety Derward had been feeling, but there was still the awkward matter of him not having much of a sense of humour. Aside from some sarcasm when he was feeling bitter or defensive. But that brought its own sort of issues.

"But, uhm, now I'm genuinely curious... How are you doing, Rockelle? You good? I know I'm just... me, but... There isn't ANYTHING I wouldn't do for you... A-As a friend... or, like, a nephew, or something..." He shook his head, feeling faint. What kind of weirdo called himself someone's nephew? God, why was he so capable of fucking things up so effortlessly?

"I'm sorry. That's strange to say. I just.. Look, I've just never had... anyone, really, care about me, and I guess it's probably for the same reason I've never cared about anyone... but I care about YOU, Rockelle... I care... I-I got a shitty way of showin' it, I guess, but I wanted you to know, in case it mean something to you that... I... I love you..."

"Yes thats the joke! I would never insinuate you would smell or not be pleasant. You are adorable, I hope you know that dear." She chirps, tilting her head at Deward. Sometimes she wonders if it was fate that brought them together, even if how they met was odd. She worried for him, too often for her to admit.

"Hm?" Oh that was a loaded question. Does she have genuine answer? "Of course Im okay lovely. Are you?" She asks gently, listening to him as he rambles, chuckling softly at his words. A soft sigh left her lips as she smiles at him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I love you too my dear. Just like a nephew, I care and keep an eye on you. Why wouldnt I?" She hugs him and smiles.

"Why would I not care for you? The worst case is that you met someone else who didnt have your best intrests at heart. Besides, I dont know how I could live with myself if I just...allowed you to wonder with nowhere to go." She rubs his back, resting her head on his shoulder. "You make me proud everyday."

Kharon blinks at her, before he is looking down at his feet for a long few, maybe awkward minutes. He could safely say he never really considered his feet before. Sure, he knew they were there, that was hoe he walked but otherwise it was like they didn't even exist to him most of the time. He finally tilts his head back up to look at her, his eyes squinting,

"You know, sometimes I just get lucky. Sometimes I just 'magic' them bigger if I really like the style." He shrugs, "Do they look like flippers? I am not sure, they look 'normal' from up here."

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Rockelle watches as he looks down at his feet awkwardly, looking down with him. It was a genuine statement! Such a tall and stalky man, standing over everyone and everything, how could someone not be curious? As he looks back at her, she waits for his answer with a tilted head.

"Lucky?! Whats your shoe size?" She shuffles closer and puts her foot next to his. Sure enough, his foot was almost two of hers. "Oh! These are big... I wish I made shoes, I would make some for you!" Another pause as she looks down at his feet.

"Are what they say about shoe sizes true? If so, I feel bad for your partner."

Starter for @myriadxofxmuses : Songstress Blues

Rockelle never felt better in her life. Humans were such easy beings to take advantage of. Stupid men and their stupid desires, always being their demise. Having sex with anything that moves, pathetic.

How did she get this way? She was the victim of an abusive relationship for years. Her ex husband keeping her from water sources, drying her skin out and making her life a loving hell. Then she got sick of it, tired of being pushed around and treated badly so she killed her husband which gave her a rush she has been chasing ever since.

Now she heard of some duo called Sam and Dean? Whispers of them among the supernatural community, warning those not human to stay away. She never thought she would run into them, she thought she was doing them a favor by getting rid of abusive assholes. So here she was, getting ready to perform her songs on stage, staff already snicker among themselves as they tried to guess what unlucky bastard would be the victim. With that, she greets the crowd and begins her songs, the mellow music filling the air.

Dean tapped Sam in his chest to get his attention as the songstress came their way. "Guess my googly eyes worked," he told him with a small nod her way. "Look who's coming our way. Maybe we can just ask her if she's a witch outright," he half joked poorly as he made a quick effort to gather himself, plastering a smile on his face once she'd made it to them.

Dean gave a confirming tilt of his head. "We can't wait to see more," he told her honestly. "Just a good old fashioned beer," he answered holding up his almost empty bottle. "He's having Mary," he added nodding toward Sam, his eyes never leaving her.

"Mary Pickford," Sam corrected with a quick smile before nudging Dean and coughing to grab his attention back to reality.

"What?!" he whispered harshly and dismissively to Sam, quickly returning his attention to her with a smile.

Sam gave a covering, soft chuckle with a smirk her way before introducing himself. "Lemmy. Kilmister," he lied.

"Nigel Tufnel," Dean followed suit, giving her as charming a smile as he could. "And if I lived closer I would be a regular too. You have such a pretty voice," he flirted, instantly captivated by her again.

"We are in town for a few days and a few locals recommended it," Sam told her in explanation for their new faces among the crowd. "I can see why. You're very talented," he continued politely. "But they didn't tell us who the live entertainment would be so I'm afraid we don't know your name either," he added with expertly feigned shame.

The bartender watched the two practically trip over each other when talking with her, letting out a small chuckle as the young woman looks over with a wink. "Such a refined pallet you have, I love a man with a refined pallet." Rockelle responds, her tone soft and gentle, her hand pats Sam's shoulder with a wink.

As they both introduced themselves, she could feel her nose starting to burn. Liars, typical men. The bartender set their drinks by them all, a soft thank you left her lips as she turns her attention back to them. Her nose scrunches before she covers it with a soft smile, tilting her head, her tongue running along her teeth. "Now now...It wouldnt be fair if I said my name first if you didnt say yours. Why dont you be a dear and tell me? I dont prefer liars." She said towards Dean, gently rubbing her hand along his chest, keeping her eyes on his, her eyes flashing to the color blue before returning to the warm brown.

She used her magic on him in order to get the truth out of him, as for Sam, she continued the conversation as if nothing happened. "I appreciate you both deeply. My name is Rockelle Simmonds. Shame you both are just visiting, I would love to talk with you both farther if I wasnt so busy." Why didnt she use the same spell on Sam? She noticed Dean was under her thumb where she didnt need Sam.

You see, her magic only worked on abusers, no grey area or middle ground. If these two were who she was thinking, why not have some fun with them? It was harmless for now.

"Get whatever you boys want, its all on me. It was very nice to meet you both." As she began to walk past Dean, she presses a hand on her shoulder, leaning in closer to his ear. "You however...meet me in my dressing room after the show. I would love to ravish you." She whispers before walking away and going back on the stage.

"Not much, whats up with you?" She snickers, happy that he fell into her trap of saying the phrase. Since shes discovered it, she wanted an excuse to say it to Chris, who seemed to make it known how different they were generation wise.

With how easy she used to pick him up, teach him things, and scold him for playing with the flour, she still cant believe she helped raise this giant in front of her. She remembers when he was babbling in his mothers arms, sucking on a bottle, taking his first steps. That alone made her want to cry when looking at him.

More importantly, she was irritated by the sore neck she was left with, Chris being much taller than her. Funny how she used to tease him for being so small, she wonders if he grew out of spite due to that!

"Hm, I doubt it. I would have to use magic in order to move you around, you can do it to me without breaking a sweat." Letting out a soft sigh, smiling as he mentions his mom. "That's true. I remember you being so small, she talked endlessly about you growing to be big and strong."

Rockelle looks at his scowl with a nose scrunch and a pout. "But it looks so cool! Can I boop it then? Biting might not be nice if its your face. Wait quartz? Like rose quartz?" She gasps, her face lighting up. "I love rose quartz, its so pretty! Its so pink and sparkly! I would love to have some of that! Not on my nose but I want to see what kind of quartz it is! Can I please? Please pretty please?" She began to bounce on her heels, squealing happily.

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" whaddya mean you're not going?? what happened, you were all excited and stuff!! "

"I have to study for this test." Rockelle shortly responds via a note she wrote back to him, having a little shrug doodle to indicate how she felt. "Parties arent my scene either, I am glued to the wall, nursing a cup, not my kind of idea of fun. Besides, parties require socializing and doing that via notes arent great." She quickly scribbled and handed him the note before he could ask why, she knew it was coming.

The woman recently moved to the states and felt like a fish out of water, not to mention she didnt talk much if at all. She communicated through notes since she felt as if her accent was too 'obnoxious' to listen too after some nasty comments she recieved. So since then, shes been mute, using texting or notes to communicate. Its a wonder she even managed to meet Romeo and keep him around!

"But your hair always smells so nice! I wanna just...just bite it....Chomping things calms my nerves and its a sign of affection too for me! Even if I wanna bite your hair....Strange." She scrunches her nose and wondered if relaying the message of her 'cat urges' would make sense.

"Yeah! Why not? I can get us tickets in first class and in one of the hotels that over look the ocean views! We do only live once!" She chirps happily, smiling brightly at her with a giggle. "Ooh I love that idea! Lets go shopping!"

"Ooh, I've always wanted to fly first class. We can have our little champagne glasses as we're reading our little magazines. You know, I may never want to leave the island if we get too good a view," she laughed, but really, she meant it. Probably way more appealing than staying in Vegas. "Listen, we're gonna get the cutest outfits we're gonna be the best dressed there."

"Im glad you met me, now you always have an excuse to ride in first class! Absolutely! With the wonderful food and service as well, they even warm the blankets for you!" She chirps, laughing at the comment she made about the view. "Fair enough, the sounds of waves crashing along the sand will lull you to sleep you wont want to leave! Best dressed always sounds good to me! We will treat it like our runway!" She makes an extravagant hand gesture as she giggles.