Roxy (rox_vixit) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-17 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | erick wassermann, roxanna hill |
June 3, 2013
Erick & Roxy
San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park
Early Evening
Cat-girl meets fish-boy
Even with Thomas to keep her entertained Roxy struggled to fill her off hours. She was sure it had to do with waiting for news of Abel, after all she never had any trouble keeping herself entertained before, it was the waiting that made her disquiet and restless. So after making sure Thomas was fed and perfectly happy she set out to simply wander around the city, heading north for no other reason than she knew it was vaguely the direction she would have to travel if she wanted to see the Golden Gate. And while she hadn't actually intended to go to it several hours later she found herself at the maritime museum in the shadow of the famous bridge.
The museum wasn't as dull as she had expected, it had turned out to be more information about ships and sailing than she had ever really wanted to know but it killed an hour. She didn't end up spending the five bucks to actually go on the ships, she was serious about getting that bike and was doing her best not to waste money until she got it, but she had walked up and down the dock to look at them. After that little stroll she headed to the visitor's beach, walking along the sidewalk against the handrail just before the sand started, taking in the view of the bay as the sun began to set behind the bridge.
There had been soft guitar music playing as she walked about but it wasn't until she grew closer to its source that she really began to pay attention to it. It was coming from a pretty young man with red hair that put her own to shame, he was sitting on the beach beautifully playing the guitar with an open case beside him. The few people that passed threw money into the case but he seemed utterly obvious, an opening for Roxy and her sticky fingers if there ever was one. Waiting until the particular song he was playing began to fade she flipped herself over the handrail, landing on her feet only to drop down to sit near to him, the case between them. "That was beautiful. Do you know the Malaguena, pretty thing?"