Feb 7, 2014
-shouting- ROXANNE
God fucking Jesus, where are you? ROXANNE?
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-shouting- ROXANNE
God fucking Jesus, where are you? ROXANNE?
4 Missed Calls
Incoming Call from Leroy
Rings
Leroy: Christ, it works.
Rings
Rings
Leroy: C'mon
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Leroy: Rox, answer your goddamn phone
Rings
Roxanne: Hi!
Leroy: Fuck, you answered, where-
Roxanne: You've reached the voicemail of Selina Kyle. I can't get to the phone right now cos I'm out kicking ass. Leave me a message, byeeeee!
One Missed Call
Roxie? -knocking on her door-
Do you wanna build a snowfort?
Up All Night Til the Sun || Roxie and Leroy
This wasn't nothing new. This was territory he knew well. Dress nice, look nice, act suave, take a girl out for a good time, get in her good graces, wait for the time to pounce. What pouncing meant right now, he wasn't sure, but he was willing to do what he had to to find out. Not that he didn't /want/ to take her out. The idea had come to him earlier that day as he was getting done with rehearsal. It was cold as fuck and there was warnings of snow and he was suddenly hit with the idea as he was walking back to his car that girls considered that shit romantic so why not take his girl out and about? It was one thing to be a part of the carnival, like working for it, another to be a part of it as a guest. So they could go around for a little, get some atmosphere from the lights strung up. It'd be even better if it snowed. Aaaand if she didn't like that or get bored, he'd take her somewhere else he had in mind. Soooo, black button up. Uh huh. Good jeans. Yep. Hair done. And lookin' good. Hottest piece of ass on the grounds? You bet. Who said boys weren't allowed to be vain? Or to make sure they looked good? Those who were to worried about what other people would think of them if they were of the male species and looked good were some dumbass bitches and so backward they should be back in the stone age. Though he was pretty sure people back in the stone age were still cleaner than some of the fuckers he ran into on a daily basis. But whatever. Slinging a jacket over his shoulder, he went to go leave before he remembered that Rox had said she didn't have enough for cold weather and so he stopped and pivoted around to go back to their meager closet and started shoving clothes aside for a clean jacket. Clean would get him further than from one balled up on the floor. Sweater or jacket, sweater or jacket. Jacket. So he took the wool one he had nicked from a shop years ago, it's clean he swears, and he was back out the door and to her room. Who was she rooming with now again? Shit, did she move cars or was she still in the same one. He should really pay attention to these things, but finer details in life in general just didn't really stick in his brain. Eeeeeeeeither way, he was out the door and he could just swagger his way wherever he needed to if he wanted. So, he stopped and knocked on the door - no, wait, don't know yet. He ran a hand very carefully over his head to be sure his hair hadn't gone wayward. Okay. We're good. Now he knocked and leaned against the car on one arm with his legs mildly crossed with a rather dashing smile and look on his face as he waited for the door to open.