Rosie was asking for a death wish.
Suicide mission, execution, whatever you wanted to call it, that's what it was. Rosie might as well had taken a leap off the Astronomy Tower. But she had made her decision, and her decision was to protect Ben.
Just moments before, Rosie had run down the stairs and slapped a paper onto the wall, asking people who were willing to defend Ben to come to the Rehearsal Room. Why the room in particular? Rosie... Wasn't sure. It was a random decision. She didn't have much time to think. Time was limited. Rosie could waste time, but in that span, chaos could ensure. She had to convince as many people as possible to spread word.
Rosie thought the entire situation over and over, and it made no sense. Masked... Man? How did that fit Ben? He wasn't a Masked Man, he was a boy. Only a boy. Which meant maybe, just maybe-- No. Definitely, there was definitely a bigger story then the one her and her classmates were inclined to believe. It couldn't have been true, Rosie knew it.
As she waited in the room, sitting on a table, Rosie pondered. What friends would she lose from this? Would she lose any? Would chaos ensue anyway? Only one thing was for certain, she couldn't sit back. Waiting was killing her. The clock ticks seemed to be louder as she sat in silence.
Silence. She always hated it.
Rosie stood up from the table and started to pace. Her hands fiddled nervously as her mind swarmed with different thoughts, different concerns, horrible outcomes. Rosie squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled slowly, then exhaled. Inhale... Exhale. She opened her eyes and sighed with relief. Everything was still fine.
She had to think about what she was going to say. How was Rosie going to convince people to take her side? She had to be the leader now, but who would trust a short 12 year old? Certainly not Rosie herself, who would? She sighed and pushed her curly hair back behind her ears. She had to find some kinda way to make herself seem believable. Maybe she'd put her hair up?
This was far from what Rosie needed to be worrying about. In all honesty, she was just trying to distract herself so she didn't send herself into a full fledged panic. With a sigh, she slapped her cheeks a few time to get herself together, staring at the wall in front of her. Rosie turned and sat back down on the table, swinging her feet off the edge as she waited for someone, anyone, to arrive. There had to be at least someone who cared about protecting an innocent kid. Someone who cared about fair justice.