Rhodes, Valerie

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HELLO MY NAME IS VALERIE REBECCA RHODES AND I AM THIRTY-TWO YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND RANK AS N/A AND I WAS BORN ON JUNE 8th 1978 IN NEW YORK, NEW YORK. MY NATIONALITY IS IRISH AND CANADIAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE RACHEL MCADAMS. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM BOLD, MATERNAL, CLOSED OFF. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY PURPLEBUTTONS.

CODEWORD: Ivory

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

The past few weeks had neither been productive nor destructive, really. Rosie had befriended a few of the wives on the block. Many of them she knew from the Institute and some of them were pregnant already. Rosie hid her jealousy behind a smile, she congratulated them and felt their stomachs, wishing them a safe pregnancy. She supposed that they didn't have strange husbands who refused to sleep with them. Of course, Rosie would never admit that her husband and she slept in separate rooms, but she couldn't help but feel left out of the circle.

After Rosie's awkward wedding night, Nathaniel had taken care of her until she got better, and Rosie assumed that once she was, they would get down to business. But Nathaniel still would not sleep with her and eventually Rosie stopped bring it up. She prayed that eventually he would fall for her. Until then, Rosie would have to deal with an empty, silent house, full chores instead of little feet. The thought of children always sent Rosie into a dream-like state, imagining them running up and down the spiral stairway and playing ball in the backyard.

Rosie had become accustomed to the house. While Nathaniel was at work Rosie explored the house, as chores could only last her so long. Their house consisted of three bedrooms, two of which, Rosie supposed, were supposed to be for their children instead of them. It was a rather large house and took Rosie a while to memorize it. But after two weeks of dashing up and down corridors to snatch the laundry from the dryer or turn off the oven.

Eventually a daily routine developed in Rosie's life. She would wake up at six, make breakfast for Nathaniel before he could wake up and do it himself, wave goodbye to him at eight, do laundry at eight thirty, clip coupons at nine, clean the house until noon, make lunch, and spend the rest of the day wishing she had something else to do. So sometimes Rosie would explore the house, hoping to find some secret door to another world, like in the stories she knew. It was on that day that Rosie stumbled upon Nathaniel's office.

She had often left that room alone, not wanting to intrude on Nathaniel's privacy, but she had finally finished the last book in the house and could think of nothing else to do. Seeing as that was the last unexplored room in the house, Rosie could no longer prevent herself from opening it's door.

The office was a bit of a mess, papers scattered across the room and not much more then a simple desk and chair for furniture. Rosie wondered if Nathaniel had expected her to clean up, she decided it didn't matter much. All the mattered was that it was something to do, something that would take a few hours. Rosie's eyes scanned the room, most of it looked like half-filled out paperwork for the government and it interested her little. Every now and then she would come across something that was vaguely interesting and she would take a moment to read through it, forgetting entirely about leaving Nathaniel any privacy.

She had stacked the papers into a few piles in no particular order, but at least they were off the floor. Most of the room was orderly, so Rosie glanced inside the desk. The papers she saw inside were of a different sort of nature then the others and for a moment Rosie felt a kind of excitement in the secret papers, though she really had no idea if the were secret or if they just fit in the desk.

Rosie quickly skimmed the first page her eyes met. She scratched her head in confusion, this was certainly not paperwork of any kind that she had seen before and it didn't have the government seal that all the others had. The words flowed together creating the image of Nathaniel's field under the starry night sky on a blanket. It brought back the emotions Rosie hadn't felt since she had visited that very field with her husband, but there they were again, those unexplainable feelings. Rosie felt a sort of freedom that was both wonderful and forbidden.

Quickly Rosie read the next paper and the next and the next. Each one formed a picture, a world, a life, and brought with it emotions that Rosie never wanted to let go of. But as she reached one of the last poems in the desk she paused. This poem did not give Rosie a freedom, but a terror. The page spoke of the government in horrifying ways, it pointed out flaws that only Nathaniel could see, and lastly… it spoke of her.

Rosie jumped when the door opened and she heard Nathaniel call her name. How long had she been reading, could he be home already? Rosie was silent, she wasn't ready to face her husband. This was treason, it could get him executed, and as much as Rosie was frustrated with Nathaniel at the moment, she didn't want to be a widow. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she stepped out into the hall to greet her husband.

"Nathaniel." She said, gripping his writing in her fist "Would you mind, terribly, explaining something to me? Rosie bit her lip. She wasn't sure if she was scared, sad, or furious, she just knew that she wanted an explanation and she wanted it now.

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