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Roxy Fisher (nightsat_roxy) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-01-21 19:49:00

Who: Roxy and Mikaela
What: Reunion Time!
When: Tuesday Morning-ish?
Where: Niccy's place
Rating: PG, PG-13 probably
Open: to

mikaelachase only!

Roxy lay down on the couch, relishing the morning alone. She had a sinking feeling that she was driving Niccy away, and she wouldn't blame him if that were true. She wouldn't want to hang around her all the time either. Currently she was half-watching some soap opera on TV, and was getting bored with it already. She figured she should probably go out, do something productive - but other than the occasional trip the Blockbuster or the grocery store, Roxy pretty much stayed in, tucked under a blanket and not going anywhere. She was afraid to go out alone, afraid that someone might be lurking around the next corner. And Roxy absolutely never went out after dark. That brought back far too many scary memories.

Sipping at some orange juice, she rocked her legs back and forth mindlessly, she contemplated cleaning up, or doing something around the house. Though, she was sure Niccy's apartment had never been more spotless. Cleaning helped occupy her thoughts, so she did quite a bit of it. She sighed a little and rolled her eyes at some of the lines being said on the TV and began to flip through the channels.

Hearing a knock at the door, her brow furrowed a bit as she glanced toward it. She tugged a hand through her hair and got up, for a half of a second thinking about grabbing one of Niccy's guns. Snorting a chastising laugh at herself, she shook her head and walked toward the door, hugging her sweatshirt a little tighter around her as she walked over to answer the door.

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ex_anneh194
2008-01-30 05:21 pm UTC (link)

For the first time since she had walked through the door, Mikaela was left utterly speechless. It was a rare thing for her not to find something to say, in any situation, but this was a first. This was not something she ever imagined hearing from anyone she knew, let alone Roxy. These things just didn't happen where they were from. At least not in their lifetime. No wonder she disappeared, no wonder she had nothing to say to Mikaela after all this time. "I..." She said before pausing, as she collected enough thoughts to finally speak. "I can't believe this happened to you. I mean, I've never seen you do a bad thing in your life...besides the stupid shit we used to do, but nothing to deserve this. Why would anyone do this to you? Was it just some sick fucker who had nothing better to do with his time? Was it because of the FBI? Or someone trying to get to someone you knew?...You didn't know this man, did you?" Her first thought was that Roxy had been the unfortunate one to get attacked by some lunatic who had it out for the FBI, but really, she wasn't so sure. Mikaela had no idea how and why someone would pick her of all people, to torture in such a way. "I'm sorry," she muttered softly following her previous questions she had fired off so randomly. It was obvious what the whole conversation was doing to Roxy, and the last thing Mikaela wanted to do was make her relive the details of what she went through. It was just one of those things that she honestly couldn't wrap her head around.

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nightsat_roxy
2008-02-04 06:53 pm UTC (link)

A slightly embittered chuckle left her lips and she shook her head, pursing her lips tightly together. "I'm no saint." She said, though there was a deep seeded truth behind that. Part of her fought against the idea that it was her own damn fault, getting involved with the Italian mob, going against "God and Country" to serve them, but the other part of her just gave into that way of thinking. Maybe it was her own fault. Roxy closed her eyes for a second after Mikaela's questions, trying to gather her thoughts. She was more than likely beyond scaring the hell out of her, so it wasn't like anything she said would be a huge shock. "He was just... He kept telling me about something I did. I helped him sometime, but for the life of me I couldn't even remember his face. Something about seeing me in a grocery store...I don't know." The words were coming out faster now as she relived it, remembering the sickening way he'd smile at her, or the tenor of his voice that made her want to break into pieces. "He just picked me out of millions I guess. And I wasn't the first." She said, remembering him telling her exactly what had happened to all the other girls, and what he had so cockily assumed would happen to her.

"I was his last though." She said firmly, her jaw setting strong as she said it. Her fingers twitched involuntarily, seeing his dead body on the floor as if he were right in front of her again. There was vindication in that. Snapping out of it somewhat, she looked up at Mikaela and shrugged a little when she apologized. "I should be sorry...I just, I couldn't deal with anyone and..." She paused, shaking her head a little before sighing. "I'm just so glad you're here." She breathed with a little hint of a smile, one that was more genuine than the ones she'd given before. Maybe having her best friend here was exactly what she needed. She hadn't told any of that to anyone else, not even Niccy.

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