callme_roxy (callme_roxy) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-05-14 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~steve rogers (preserum) |
Who: Roxy & OPEN
When: 5.14 Afternoon
Where: Corner of the street adjacent to the Spire
What: Sitting. Thinking.
OPEN
Every day since Eggsy and she had come round to pick at the spire, regardless of consequence, Roxy had set up on a bench at the corner just around the way. From where she sat in her summertime suit she could see the building without being too near. She just sat there, two hours every day, reading up on the "news" on her tablet. She took notes on any progress, or perhaps lack thereof. Roxy brought along a thermos of tea and just wait.
It was boring, but her mind was working furiously to take all of this new information in, so the time went by without much notice of boredom. Only others would think it boring. Maybe interesting. Strange new girl shows up and sits in the same spot the same time everyday.