Rose Wilson, the Ravager

ravaging_rose @ 2008-03-06T13:10:00

2008-03-06T04:11:58Z

Nn?

Takes place weeks ago...

2007-11-02T02:01:34Z

The incident with the alien hunter wasn't finished yet. Rose had to get outside help, and she did, just with the promise of help with another alien invasion. How the hell her life began to revolve around extra-terrestrials, she'd never know, but Rose doesn't really care at the moment.

Right now, she and the Spartan, Grif, had a Plan. It was stupid, it was retarded, and it could just work. Provided something happened before she got bored of just running around on rooftops. "...Are you sure I couldn't just wait for him to target something else, then move to kick his ass? Because I've been doing this for at least twenty minutes now."

...Patience has never been her strong point.

ravaging_rose @ 2007-10-23T06:38:00

2007-10-22T21:49:52Z

The main problem with contacting Bats in Gotham was that they were always so busy. It wasn't a peaceful city in any universe Rose had been in, and this one didn't appear to be any different. There were some things that surprised her, though. Such as Batman and Robin leaving the city. She hadn't believed that would ever happen, but if the Bat died like in Tim's universe... Maybe it wasn't so odd.

She'd check out Wayne Manor later.

For now, Rose wandered the streets aimlessly, never quite fitting in with the crowds, despite her efforts to do so. It may have been the fact that she was practically an Amazon. It may have been the white hair. Or maybe it was the ~~purple~~eggplant trench coat and clothing. But actually not fitting in worked for her, since the entire point was to be noticed by a certain someone. And this would catch Batgirl's attention in a much more positive way than pounding some skell's head in.

Though she might just do it anyway, if that pair didn't stop trailing her in the most obvious We're invisible, she'll never notice her wallet missing kind of way.

ravaging_rose @ 2007-09-16T22:00:00

2007-09-16T13:01:14Z

That... Was wonderful.

I'll have to return later for a trophy, though I'm not sure she'd have anything of value.

Edit: I need sleep first. How do I keep mispelling these things?

ravaging_rose @ 2007-09-12T07:04:00

2007-09-12T12:07:59Z

There is a time in every girl's life when she must face everything that she is, and defeat herself in order to become the perfect warrior. Rose's father said something to that effect, though the Ravager doubted that he meant it so literally. Besides, this other Rose was hardly her.

Which... Was probably why Rose was crouching next to the window above the swimming pool, glaring down at her alternate. The alternate... Was swimming. Of course. What else would you do in a pool alone? Her lips twisted into an unpleasant snarl, and she reached back to grab at the shotgun slung on her back.

Disabling the security... Hadn't been easy. But that's what expendable Slade bots were for. And her partner for this trip. Though, admittedly, he wasn't quite as expendable. Rose glanced up at 'Hunter' and held up her hand. "No jokes. And the first comment I hear about me fighting my alt in a swimsuit, you can wait for the beatings."

Rose vs. Predator: Part Two

2007-07-21T17:57:01Z

Things in New York weren't pretty. After nearly two weeks of murders, and even more sightings of the Ravager, the police were on edge, overreacting to even the smallest crimes. People didn't go out after dark, terrified of the nameless boogeyman that had been picking off the strongest, the fastest, the best that showed around the city.

Rose could care less. It just narrowed down the list of people she'd have to watch so that she could kill this thing. She'd only run into it the one time, and was woefully unprepared. The next time she saw whatever this monster was, things would be very different. And so she waited, spying on the police commissioner's home from an apartment across the road. The room was cluttered with various bits of weaponry, old Easy Mac boxes, soda cans, and the remnants of the Chinese food that Tim had brought her the other day. She'd been here for over a week, and, judging from the condition of the furniture and the walls, was getting frustrated.

She sat there as she had for hours beforehand, staring out with a sniper rifle. Her world was only what existed in the scope. The world was so fucking boring. All it was was an endless stream of cops, pidgeons, walls, and bird shit. And sometimes a superhero. They never noticed her, being too busy with their villains and alien menaces to care about a girl and the monster running around their city. She sighed and looked away for a moment to grab a bite of the day-old toast. When she looked back, Rose frowned. The curtains were...

...That window wasn't open before. With a curse, she reached down and grabbed the grapple gun she'd been keeping and fired off the hook. The hook sank into the wall across the street, and she hooked the other end of the line to a hook on her ceiling. From there, all she had to do was slide down the cable, through the window, and into the Commissioner's dining room in time to see something pull a bloody pair of blades out of a cop's chest. This time, she could see the thing's outline, thanks to the lenses in her mask. It moved to look at her, raising the blades, and the mercenary slammed into the thing, tackling it through the thin wall behind it. She kept going, picking it up by the armor on its chest, and only stopped when it unleashed a brutal backhand. Rose dropped it and rolled to the side, shaking her head to clear it.

That's when she noticed the sparks. And then, the creature's stealth functions disappeared entirely, revealing... A monster. It was at least seven feet tall, clad in minimal armor, with some sort of mesh all over its body. The thing had claws, a smooth mask, and it looked like it had a strange mix of cables and dreadlocks for hair. The thing stared at her as well, and somehow, she just knew. It remembered her.

Rose smiled and drew her swords as it reached behind itself and drew a rod, which promptly extended into a wicked looking spear. It crouched and jabbed at her as she swung both blades over head.

On the roof, the Commissioner waited for his helecopter with two armed guards. He knew what had happened downstairs, they all did. They also knew that whoever was killing them would follow them here. They could see the helecopter off in the distance, but this didn't soothe them. He was about to say something when the sound of shattering glass and concrete filled their ears. "What was that? DeWolfe?"

DeWolfe ran to the edge of the building and let out a startled curse, bringing the others quickly. Falling to the ground was a costume they all recognized. The contract killer, Ravager. But, for once, she wasn't the reason for the cursing. "What the fuck is that thing?"

"...I don't know." The Commissioner watched the Ravager manuever herself on top of the monster, so that it took the brunt of their landing. With a speed that was impossible for a normal human, she fell off, rolled to her feet, and instantly lunged again, swinging one blade along the ground, and the other kept in a defensive position. "But if it's bad enough for Ravager to come to help us..." There was some silence as it knocked her off of her feet and stabbed downward with the spear. She rolled away, and the deadly dance began anew.

They piled onto the helecopter when it landed, just to be safe, and took off, heading for the station. DeWolfe, looking outside of the window, suddenly let out a victorious whoop that made all of them jump. "She did it! She nailed the bastard! I can't believe the crazy bitch is actually useful!"

"...Turn back. And call for support." The Commissioner's face was grim, but there was something flickering in his eyes. If the monster was dead, and Ravager tired from the fight... He let a small smile flicker across his lips as he imagined the headlines... And the scene filled the windshield.

Ravager had one of her blade buried into the creature, up to the hilt, and had an evil grin on her face as she drew back the other blade, probably to decapitate the thing. The monster, obviously in pain, had its head leaned back, and was trembling. The police thought it was in fear of defeat. In actuality, it was in pain and anger.

Something mounted on its shoulder snapped down and let out a burst of blue energy, catching the mercenary in her shoulder. Her scream echoed off of the buildings as red hot metal flew away, and she fell back. The monster slowly grabbed the sword and pulled it out in a burst of glowing green ichor and a scream of its own. It slowly advanced on the Ravager, extending blades from one of its wrists as she tried to get to her feet again.

The thing was apparently a gentleman. It helped her all right. The kick it gave her chin lifted her off of her feet, and it made a violent slashing motion across her face. Ravager screamed again when she landed, clutching at her face in an attempt to stop the blood. As she writhed, the monster stepped closer, raising its blades for the killing blow.

And that's when the back-up arrived. Police in squad cars swung around the corners, causing the thing to look out at them, startled. As they piled out and turned their weapons on them, screaming for surrender, it pounded at the device on its wrist until it flickered out of existance and vanished again, leaving behind much rubble, a bloody sword, a spear, and a gibbering Rose Wilson.

The helicopter landed and the Commissioner exited as the familiar sound of ambulance sirens filled the air. He walked closer to her, carefully, and frowned. He had a plan. He hated the plan, but he could see no choice. He needed the Ravager alive, and working with them. Otherwise, he'd be risking officers.

This wouldn't be the first time he'd done something he hated the idea of to keep his men safe.

ravaging_rose @ 2007-07-08T21:02:00

2007-07-09T01:03:52Z

That sucked. But I'm cool, they're blaming the mysterious attacker for his death.

Totally gonna have bruised ribs for a day or two, though. Damn. What the hell was that?

Rose Vs. Predator: Part One

2007-07-08T22:32:46Z

Michael McGowan smiled down at the girl's cleavage when he opened the door to his penthouse suite. The champion had just successfully defended his title from some wannabe boxer once again, so he'd felt like rewarding himself with a little bit of... Relaxation. Yes.

And the girl that Sweet Lili's place had sent over was going to be very relaxing, he could tell. Oh, she was a little too tall, but he could work around that. A nice, soft face, a good body underneath the provocative dress... Those were some very muscular arms. Were they trying to send him a tougher girl after his last call on them? Hmph. But really, the most interesting thing about her was probably her hair. "What color is that, anyway? It looks-"

She interrupted him with a sweet little smile. "It's ash. And I'm not answering any tests out here in the hall. May I come in?"

The boxer grunted in annoyance at being talked to that way, but stepped aside to let her in. She took too much time, walking as if she owned the place, so he speeded his little visitor up with a healthy swat to the ass. He grinned at the slight yelp and closed the door behind her. When he'd finished locking everything and turned around, he couldn't help but laugh at her expression. She looked actually angry at him. Must be a new girl. "C'mon, sit down. I'll get you a drink."

She shook her head, all of the sweetness in the hall gone. "No, I'd prefer to get right down to business. Wouldn't you?"

"..." Michael shrugged, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Well, you're moving a little faster than most, but I can deal with that. So where would you-" The sudden cut-off was for a good reason. The call girl had grabbed him by the crotch and lifted him from the ground. He could only make a strangled noise in the back of his throat as he grabbed at her arm, trying to force her to let go even as she squeezed.

"Mr. McGowan, I'm not referring to sex with me. I'm referring to the fact that you beat one of my girls to the point of sending her to the hospital." Her lips pulled back into a snarl, and he could see something flickering behind her eyes. It was then that Michael realized that he may have just fucked up. So he did the second dumbest thing he could have done at that time.

He took a swing at her. And connected. It wasn't a great hit, by his standards, but her head snapped to the side and he dropped to the ground. It didn't take much to land a second, a third, a fourth... He was confident that he could kill this uppity bitch until she caught his fist and broke something in his chest with a single punch. He couldn't find the breath to scream as she crushed his fist in hers, blood seeping between her fingers.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Rose Wilson, Lillian Worth's daughter and current caretaker of Sweet Lili's. And I don't appreciate having to take time out of my schedule to handle some sick fuck with fantasies of power!" This was punctuated with a kick that lifted the heavyweight off of his knees and tossed him into a nearby shelf. He rolled over, coughing up blood, and trying desperately not to whimper in front of Rose. "So, this is a simple thing. It was in the rules what you could and couldn't do with my girls. You broke the rules." Rose put one of her feet on his neck and began to lean down. "And you broke one of my heels."

He struggled to get out from under her weight, but she simply had too much strength for him, weakened as he already was. Rose would have dropped him out of the window, but there were simply too many questions that would've arrived. He stopped moving in less than a minute, but she stayed on for an extra two. Rose had never killed anyone by strangling them before, so she really didn't know how long it took.

Eventually, she let off of him and wiped the blood off of her face. The cut in her lip was already healed, and she probably wouldn't have any bruises left in an hour or so. She smiled and slipped on a pair of gloves, deciding to check out what he'd ordered for dinner. Mm. Steak.

Throughout the meal, she didn't notice the strange shape in the darkness. Nor the three dots appearing on the back of her head. She didn't suspect anything was wrong until that familiar flash urged her to get down right now or that blue energy blast that hit the coffee table would've blown a hole right through her chest. She rolled to her feet, quickly abandoning the useless-for-combat shoes, and assumed a fighting stance. "What the FUCK?"

The shadows seemed to come alive, and something charged out of them, light bending around it to render it partially invisible. Rose could see vague shapes of her attacker, but not enough to help identify it. Something swung out at her, and she tried to sweep it aside with her arm, but she was batted aside like a ragdoll. She picked herself off of the ground with a grunt, giving her arm a slight rub before launching herself at the vague shape.

She never was a very good tactician.

The first kick was blocked, and told her one thing: Her opponent had armor on. She had a dress that was probably more useful crumpled on someone's bedroom floor. The blow she received in return knocked the wind out of her, and told her another thing. Her opponent was faster than she was, as well as stronger. A flash told her to roll right now or those blades would have skewered her instead of getting stuck in the floor.

So, while the thing struggled to free itself, Rose did the only intelligent thing she could think of. She ran out of the door, screaming to attract someone's attention. She 'tripped' as another blast came at her through the wall. She saw the air distort as the thing stuck its head through the wall, and then swiftly retreated. Rose looked up, and for the first time in her life thanked the people who couldn't mind their own business. A small crowd, attracted by the noise of the fights, her screaming, and the bright light had decided to check out what the fuck was going on up in there hotel.

Rose looked back at where the creature was and noted somewhere in the back of her head that apparently crowds were safe places to hide. It was a good bet she'd made, judging from the attacker's preference for stealth. For now, though, she had to concentrate on crying. She wasn't a very good actor, and she'd need to be able to look the part of a helpless, frightened hooker if she wanted to get out of this relatively unscathed. Damn.

ravaging_rose @ 2007-06-24T15:26:00

2007-06-24T19:27:54Z

Your Score: Greatsword

You preferred a weapon with 70% power over speed and 27% range over melee.

You use a Greatsword.

Do the words Zweihander or Flamberge mean anything to you? You prefer a Greatsword, a massive, heavy blade frequently strong enough to cut down the rides of mounted warriors. Though slow, the impressive length and heft of a greatsword makes it capable even of breaking through armor. Your enemies will run from the deadly arcs of your blade as you bear down on them.

Link: The What's Your Signature Weapon Test written by inurashii on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Much more portable than that fucking fifty cal. What the hell was I thinking?

OOC!

2007-05-15T13:33:43Z

((Ho shit, son! Looks like there's an invisible fairy passing out paid accounts. Thankee!))

ravaging_rose @ 2006-10-02T16:54:00

2006-10-02T21:35:11Z

Answering redlyreflecting's challenge for Rose. Five boots she tried and rejected.

1. The fuzzy boots. Oh, sure. They were comfortable and looked neat, but they were practically walking feather dusters. Absolutely impossible to keep dry and clean. Besides, they were totally 1980s. (That, and dogs kept confusing them for other dogs.)

2. The hip boots just weren't hip. She gave them their chance, but decided that the skulls were simply too much. And they were a bitch to get on and off. (Orange variation)

3. Army boots. They're just too dull, really.

4. German Officer Boots. Same reason as above.

5. Cowgirl boots. They looked shiny, but they were a bitch to run in and really got uncomfortable. Besides, she couldn't figure out how to get the spurs to make noise one moment and shut up the next, like in those Clint Eastwood movies.

It was with much consideration and after much trial and error that Rose picked the disco boots. Steel-toed, floppy, capable of hiding small pistols and knives, and woven with aramid fibers to protect against mines and small arms fire, they're the perfect boots for the young super soldier who wants function to go with style. ~~As long as you don't mind being mocked for copying your father's boots from the 80s.~~

ravaging_rose @ 2006-06-16T15:02:00

2006-06-16T19:03:20Z

If I have to eat another can of peaches, I'm going to beat the old man to death with it.

That is all.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-06-12T16:43:00

2006-06-12T20:47:35Z

New Robin in the Nexus. This one's kinda cute when we're crushing his arguments. Orange and black are totally not his colors, though. He's really not that bright though. Thinks I'm crazy.

Wonder what Slade's going to do with him...

ravaging_rose @ 2006-06-09T19:20:00

2006-06-09T23:21:20Z

Your results:
You are Supergirl

Supergirl		65%
Wonder Woman		65%
Robin		60%
The Flash		60%
Green Lantern		60%
Catwoman		60%
Batman		55%
Hulk		55%
Iron Man		50%
Spider-Man		35%
Superman		20%

Lean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...

WHAT?

ravaging_rose @ 2006-06-09T17:38:00

2006-06-09T21:38:57Z

Daddy's still driving in full costume. I think he may have issues.

Still won't let me drive.

Still humming.

I think I may need to shoot myself.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-05-27T21:25:00

2006-05-28T01:25:31Z

Things change. Rose didn't like that. She was happy in Jump City, clashing with the Titans, trying to get them to pay for what they'd done. They had been winning in nearly every fight they'd had. One loss, but that had been due to outside forces.

The Titans were shattered. Broken. Their focal point was off in China, doing whatever the hell it was he did when he was up there. Probably training with the True Master. The idiot. Raven was out spouting some pacifistic bull and living in Azarath. Cyborg was off somewhere, being himself. Beast Boy and Terra were the only ones really staying behind. She'd heard that Starfire had returned, but Starfire wasn't one of her main targets.

So why were they leaving? That was the question. Slade had ordered her to pack, and the robots were dismantling the base. She'd packed most of her belongings, not that there were many, but had stopped after that. She needed answers, and now was as good a time as any to get them.

Rose pushes her way through robots carrying delicate equipment and heads toward the command center. If she knew her father, he'd be there.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-05-22T23:51:00

2006-05-23T03:50:14Z

He's back.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-05-20T20:41:00

2006-05-21T00:42:55Z

Mini-Superman is going to be a corpse when I see him again. If he's not smart enough to stay away.

Robin? Robin will regret everything once Daddy's back and we've hung the Titans from street lamps. I don't care if Slade sees some sort of potential in him, no one makes fun of me like that.

Heh, looking forward to revenge.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-05-14T11:36:00

2006-05-14T16:02:40Z

Slade wasn't dead. Imprisoned in another dimension, yes. Dead? No. That was the mistake that the Titans had made.

The Ravager stared at the computer monitors, running through the recordings of that day for the thirty-fifth time. On three other screens, she has files up and scrolling. Various devices being built in STAR Labs, Wayne Technologies, and LexCorp, all totally useless for what she wanted to do. There were a few possibilities, but she wasn't exactly spending enough time on this to put them together in her head.

Wintergreen was out in the field, causing confusion for anyone trying to track her down. He was good at that.

She slouched in her father's chair, steepling her fingers. It wasn't something she'd do normally, but in this chair, staring at those monitors like Slade had done so many times? One couldn't help but do it. It was like some sort of magical compulsion.

She froze, then leaned forward. "Computer, stop all scans of technological industries. Bring up all magic users of Mumbo Jumbo's class or higher, their known spells, power limits, and last known locations."

Slowly, the computer compiled a list. Mumbo Jumbo, located in Jump City. Talia, hiding with the DEO. The Phantom Stranger, location unknown. Jinx, last seen in the Nexus. Zatanna, located in Gotham. Jason Blood, last seen in...

ravaging_rose @ 2006-05-13T12:18:00

2006-05-13T23:01:51Z

Rose shuddered as the guards entered the room. She was out of it, lost in some dream. Or, rather, a vision. She doesn't respond as one of them nudges her with a foot, crinkling his nose at the smell of vomit. "Call the janitor. She's out of it."

The janitor arrives ten minutes later, grumbling darkly in an English accent. The guards don't notice the small patch he slips behind Rose's ear. They notice when he's done, though, because he starts moving out faster than he'd come in.

They think nothing of it. That is their mistake.

Rose is up in one fluid movement, grabbing one guard by the shoulder and slamming her fist into his back, near his kidneys, several times. There's the sound of tearing flesh and cracking armor by the time she's done. The other guard turns, stepping back and raising his club. Rose leaps forward, from one end of the cell to out the door, grabbing the man by his armored face on her trip out. He gets to discover the joy of being thrown down three stories.

This doesn't go unnoticed by the other prisoners. They start screaming, begging for release as the alarms go off and guards start to rush toward the area.

Rose hasn't released the other prisoners. It should have been easy to recapture her. It would have been, if she hadn't armed herself with the first guard's weapons. And if several explosions hadn't rocked the entire prison, blowing holes in their walls. And the swarm of robots definitely doesn't help things.

Rose escapes in ten minutes. It doesn't take her ten seconds to dress herself in a newer, tougher version of her costume, left in the boat for her to escape in. Fifteen seconds later, they lose her.

She climbs into the stealth submarine left by her father and grins, wringing salt water out of her hair. "Hello, Wintergreen." Slade's manservant gave Slade's daughter a small smile as he orders the crew to head home.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-04-27T21:01:00

2006-04-28T01:11:26Z

Rose is sleeping. She seems to do that a lot, especially recently. Curling up in a corner and dozing saves more time than ranting, raving, and trying to break through the walls and doors. And sometimes, when her dreams are more than just dreams, she can escape, be someone else for a few hours. It's rare, and she's rarely anyone twice, but the visions stick with her.

This isn't one of those dreams. But she's unaware enough to not awaken when the doors open for her dinner to be placed just inside the cell. Nothing with any solid parts.

What's new is a small pile of papers next to the food. Questions from the guards, ones that they aren't brave enough to write to Annie for themselves.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-04-20T19:05:00

2006-04-21T00:22:44Z

"Hello, Rose. May I call you Rose? My name is Dr. Hemple, I'll be interviewing you for this session. Are you comfortable?"

The girl shot the tall, thin doctor a dark glare. "First things first. You suck. Don't call me Rose. And I'm chained to a metal chair that's nailed to the floor. You wanna trade places and see if you're comfortable?"

Silence. Finally, the doctor coughed. "All right then. Please remember that this conversation is being recorded for review at a future date. Now, I'm going to show you a series of cards, and I want you to-"

"A horse."

There's another pause. Rose grinned smugly. "...I haven't shown you anything yet."

"I know. Get on with it."

He paused and readjusted his glasses, frowning at Rose. "I do wish you'd take this seriously. If you want to go back to a normal life-" He was cut off again by her laughter. When she didn't say anything afterward, he sighed and lifted the first card. She merely stared blankly, until he turned it around and looked.

The ink blot looked... well, like a horse.

Silently, he raised another. "That would be a buffalo skull." And another. "Two cats, fighting." Hemple made a few notes, then raised the fourth card. "That wall in one second."

The doctor blinked and looked up at her in surprise. The sound of cheap handcuffs snapping was the furthest thing from his mind as Rose made her way over the table, grabbed him by the head, and splattered his nose across the wall. He'd hear it every time he looked in the mirror for the rest of his life. Mercifully, he blacked out after the guards entered the room.

Three of them went down when Rose hurled the unconscious psychiatrist at them. It would have been a temporary delay if she hadn't compounded the problem by jumping on them and giving them all headaches to remember. The teen made it exactly three steps before the reinforcements came. A feral grin formed as she crouched, then sprung.

Rose is precognitive, able to see what happens seconds, or even minutes, before it happens. She uses this in fights to perfect an already oppressive defense. Unfortunately, she's far from perfect. She can't always see everything. Just like she didn't see the gun being raised until she'd already jumped.

Rose uses ninety percent of her brain. She sees things faster than a normal human can, can react to things with a speed that is purely inhuman. That doesn't help when you're in midair, and have nothing to bounce off of, or to dodge with.

The gun is made for non-lethal enforcement. It fires a small bag, filled with sawdust and lead pellets. By luck, or perhaps expert skill, it hit her just below the sternum, punching her in the solar plexus. Rose went down, hard, gasping for the air that had fled her lungs not even a second before. As the situation stands, she doesn't stand a chance against six strong, angry guards. They've been warned that tranquilizers don't work well on her. At the moment, they like that news. It gives them a reason to teach Rose why it's a bad idea to injure guards whenever she has a chance.

Rose's healing factor would take care of the injuries in a few hours, if not quicker. But just because she healed the wounds doesn't mean that she wouldn't feel them for days afterward.

Yet another test from the shrinks

2006-04-20T02:02:38Z

Rose Wilson took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!

"Strives for a life rich in activity and experience..."

Click here to read the rest of the results.

ravaging_rose @ 2006-04-17T19:42:00

2006-04-17T23:40:51Z

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

ravaging_rose @ 2006-04-15T16:25:00

2006-04-15T20:28:11Z

They wanted a way to keep her under control. They wanted her sedate, sane enough to stand trial for her actions. The medications wouldn't work reliably, and the one time they'd tried to intimidate and beat her into submission, she'd sent three inmates and a guard to the infirmary for broken bones and chicken splinters.

More than a week after beginning the process, they'd finally found a way to eliminate Rose Wilson as a threat. She sits there, staring at the wall, eyes glazed over. She's not even aware enough to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth.

And the Scooby Doo marathon crawls into its thirteenth hour.