Post by Rosalie Lilian Hale on Feb 9, 2009 0:40:45 GMT -5
Rosalie looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, God I'm beautiful, she thought to herself. Sure, her beauty had been what had gotten her into the trouble that led to the vampiric lifestyle in the first place, but she was vain enough to still enjoy being so beautiful. At the moment, Rosalie was currently standing in front of her massive closet, hands on hips, wearing what humans would call pajamas. She had spent the last few hours merely lounging about, reading, watching television and practicing piano. After spending so much time indoors, Rose had decided a trip outside wouldn't hurt her. Tapping her foot against the floor, Rosalie chewed on her lower lip as she tried to decide what to wear. Sure, she only had plans to go out for a run but, in Rosalie's mind, that didn't lessen the importance of outfit choice.
After standing in front of her closet for about twenty minutes, Rosalie was finally able to decide upon a pair of dark, tight skinny jeans and a white sweater. It really wasn't that complicated of an outfit, but Rosalie had still devoted as much thought to what she was going to wear at this particular moment as she would had she been going to some sort of party. It was simply how she was. Once dressed, Rosalie put on a touch of makeup and glanced at herself in the mirror for a few minutes until she was satisfied with her appearance. Though she was already gorgeous, the small amount of makeup that she had put on had heightened Rosalie's beauty and had left her feeling extremely pleased with herself. A small, satisfied smile found its way onto her face and she quickly left her room and began her descent down the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Rosalie placed a dainty hand on the handrail and slowly began to walk down the stairs, gracefully putting one foot in front of the other. However, upon reaching the first floor of the house, Rosalie's small, content smile turned into a small frown. There was nobody down there, and she had so been hoping for an audience for her entrance. Sighing, Rosalie brushed a few strands of hair from her face. Pursing her lips, Rosalie placed a dainty hand onto her hip and listened for any sounds of life in the house. Unfortunately, all she could hear was the television going in Nessie's room and Esme humming to herself in the kitchen. Rosalie's frown became deeper and she began to wonder where everyone else was. It was far too quiet in the house for Rose's liking for over the years she had become quite accustomed to all of the noises and the hustle and bustle that came along with having a large family.
With a sigh, Rosalie walked towards the front door, knowing very well that if she spent anymore time in the house, she would become bored out of her mind. She placed her hand on the doorknob, turning it and pulling the door open. A strong gust of wind hit Rosalie's face and she breathed in the fresh air. Taking a step outside, Rosalie realized that it was rather cold outside. Of course, the cold didn't bother her and the blowing wind felt more like a smooth velvet cloth caressing her face than anything else. As she let the door shut behind her, Rosalie wondered what on earth she was going to do now. Rosalie really wasn't one to enjoy being alone and she wished she knew where everyone had gone off to. Deciding that continuing to wonder where the heck everyone else was would only further annoy her, Rose decided to put the thought out of her mind and she decided that she would go out into the forest. The forest had an odd way of relaxing her and after Carlisle had informed everyone about the coven in France that was seeking their alliance to overthrow the Volturi, Rosalie's nerves had been on end. A bit of relaxation and meditation would do her good. On top of that, if there were some good options for a hunt she might try and catch something. However, feeding was definitely not a necessity, for she had hunted about two days ago and had gotten her fill. With that in mind, Rosalie sped off at top speed towards the center of the forest.