rocio rulli ;; the fairy with the gift of grace (rocio) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-10-19 16:00:00
WHO: Rocio Rulli WHEN: Backdated to Sunday 10/16 WHERE: Rocio's house in Vintery SUMMARY: Rocio puts the finishing touches on her house. WARNINGS: None. STATUS: Complete!
“No, Dad, I told you already. I'm staying....Yes, in Woodsbridge....No, I'm not coming back to LA yet...When? I don't know. Eventually....I haven't exactly planned my life out to the second, you know...Oh, please. You don't need me. I already briefed your CFO on all my projects before I left, I check my email constantly, and yes, Mom also knows I'm here. You have more than enough people to fill in for me while I'm gone....No, Dad. No, you know what? Penny needs me....What do you mean ‘how do I know?’ She's my goddamn little sister, that's ‘how I know.’ No. I'm staying and that's final, and I really don't care if you don't like it....You didn't even go to your own sister’s funeral, and neither did I, so forgive me if I'm feeling like I need to somehow make up for that....Goodbye, Dad.” Rocio hit the “end call” button firmly, glaring at the caller ID on the top of the screen. Dad. Right, because he really earned that title.
With a determined look in her eye, she sent the phone flying halfway across her desk before standing up to survey the room. One of the perks of being a Rulli, of course, meant that the house had been ready for her arrival just by calling their housekeeping staff. She'd arrived right in the middle of their reopening the house, but that was fine. All she needed was her laptop and a place to sit for the moment. Rocio hadn't even had to do so much as lug her suitcase up the stairs.
Still, there were things that she needed to do, rather than allow someone else the honor. It was only right that she do it herself.
She shut her laptop and strode purposefully out of her office, down the hall to her bedroom. She had a bag sitting on her armchair, which Rocio moved to the bed so she could spread out its contents. It was pictures, mostly. Of her and Penny and Tia Emilia and her mom and maybe one of their dad, and cousin Nicolas and their brother Enzo. With a fond smile, Rocio traced the shape of his face in the picture before starting to set the pictures up on her dresser so she could see them before she fell asleep. After all. She'd been here at least a week, now. It was time Rocio added some personal touches to the place she hadn't called home in thirteen years.
But, hey. No time like the present.
After putting the last picture frame up, Rocio stared at the woman in the photograph. Oh, Tia, she sighed inwardly, and pressed a kiss to the glass. “I hope I haven't disappointed you too much,” said Rocio quietly. “I'm here now, though. And I'm not going anywhere.”
And then Rocio stepped back to admire her handiwork. They looked like they fit, like this room was really hers, and that these photographs solidified that. Of course, she had some of her old college things leftover, like some of her posters and CDs (like people even use those anymore) and some textbooks off to the side. It was two worlds coming together - college Rocio, meet adult Rocio.
The sun was starting to go down, when she realized just how long it'd been since she'd eaten. It was just Rocio and her lonesome, all over again. Maybe it was because she was in a house, but for once, being on her own felt lonely. There was too much space she wasn't using.
Rocio contemplated this as she stuck a Velveeta mac and cheese in the microwave - a guilty pleasure she'd never quite been able to kick, plus it was fast - and then glanced at the back door where many a time she and her drunken roommates had stumbled in at ridiculous hours.
This house held a lot more memories than she had anticipated. Good ones, of course, but then there were the ones that made her want to call Penny and ask her to spend the night so she wouldn't be so alone.