WHO: Rose Montgomery + Alex Hughes. WHAT: Perched on a table, low-key monitoring and open to whomever. WHEN: Immediately after the directions were given to gather. WHERE: Cafeteria RATING: Low [ Language. Mentions of death.] STATUS: [Ongoing.]
Rose hadn't even been here a month and the worst had happened. The details were being kept hushed, which was wise. Death was never easy. With a group that Rose had so far considered somewhat close-knit if not very familial dynamic, it was even more important to keep things calm. That started with those who could remain as collected as possible, which luckily for the blonde was her specialty. She even had some expensive papers that pretty much said 'This chick is super calm. Pay her for it.'
Having made her rounds and checked on those visible needing something, whether it was water or a squeeze of the hand she had found a table and perched on it. Most of the seats were taken so the side of the table would do just fine. Honestly, Rose much preferred the feeling of her feet dangling above the floor rather than on the floor. It also gave her the perfect vantage point to keep an eye out and to be seen herself. She was new but she'd also made sure to make herself visible around Limbo. Anyone who didn't know her station here, well, maybe they'd find another therapist or not need anyone to talk to at all.
Inhaling through her nose she exhaled slowly through her mouth. Just like high school all over again, she thought. Only back then it was a student dying in a car crash. It happened around the end of her senior year so mostly everyone thought that being called to the library was to discuss impending senior pranks but instead it was unfamiliar faces beside the school counselor. She hadn't spoken to a therapist, she had her own for other reasons. Rose had instead done pretty much what she was doing now, sitting around and just being available for whomever and whatever. Water, cookies, a crappy joke or even a request to assist with something else.
Palms came to rest flat on the surface of the table as Rose looked around the room, the tilt of her head causing blonde hair to fall around her face in loose waves. While her face held a relaxed expression her eyes never failed to intensify every look as if the particular color of blue somehow made every look more inviting--sometimes more inviting than it actually was. Today though she was definitely an open beacon of support to the entire room. Well, that was the goal anyway.