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Scott. Scott's gone.
Kim had gone to Scott's. Just like everyone else. Thing is, she had gone their first. When she got his text, she had wasted no time in getting to his house and finding the note. But what should she do? He had disappeared without a trace. Which wasn't hard, considering the amount of people that had strange abilities and even stranger personalities in Toronto lately. Her heart heavy, Kim almost took the note with her, but she remembered that there were other people who cared about this idiot. The note stayed where it was. Of course, she didn't get away in time to avoid the flood of people coming to his door. But the least she could do was hide, so none of them would suspect she had reached it before they had. She listened to them talk about it, the anger, the sadness, the apathy. She saw Ramona crying behind her goggles, Roxie pissed off, yet somehow apathetic. Mobile talking in the background, and no one really listening. And suddenly, Roxie stated something they all should have probably figured out before anything else. Who knew she would be good with riddles? Subspace. He was in subspace. Kim's teeth clenched. She wouldn't cry. She was too good for that, he didn't deserve it. Her tears betrayed her, and she wiped them away with a sleeve. Why did it have to be subspace? The one place where Scott knew that Kim wouldn't be able to get to him. Ramona could, Roxie could, any American would know how to navigate those stupid highways, but Kim? She had been in one once, and it consisted of a near-death experience and a falling sensation. When everyone else had disbanded, she glanced around, sweeping the area with her eyes before removing herself from her hiding place in the bushes. She strolled home, and fell into bed, wondering what would happen now. She lay awake under the covers until morning came, and just as the first rays of light touched her, she fell deep into sleep.
ESTA NOCHE BAILAMOS~
“Alright..” he stepped out of his car and made sure he locked it before going inside with Matthew where then he saw….his roomate. “Well then!”
Matthew led him inside and saw Roxie. He gestured toward her. "That's Roxie, my roommate. Roxie, this is Lawrence...West." Matthew gave Lawrence a look that said for him to go with it. Now was probably not the best time to let Roxie know that he was dating Scott Pilgrim's brother.
That was it. After so many months of trying to do something about it, after months of going to dojos and karate schools, trying to figure out how to get the sort of crazy powers that everyone else in this town seemed to have, Kim figured enough was enough. She needed a professional. A trainer, if you will. So what did she do? She called the closest thing to a martial arts professional she knew. Roxie Richter. How she had the number, she likely would never remember, but then again, getting the number of a goth half-ninja from an american ninja delivery girl after a lot of drinking wasn't something that was typically remembered. She vaguely wondered if Richter would even pick up, as she would likely not recognize the number. Ah, well, she was scraping the bottom already if she was calling up Roxie Richter for combat training. "Yeah, hey. It's Kim. The red-head from the movie store. Ramona gave me this number, and I figured I'd give you a try. So... how'd you learn to fight?"
You spin me right round, baby right round
Matthew had just finished straightening up his room as he pushed down on the top of the pile of clothes in his laundry basket, in a feeble attempt to keep them from flowing over. He generally liked to do his laundry sometime during the week, but with Roxie moving in and other goings-on he'd lost track of that intent and was now in desperate need of a laundry day. He hefted up the basket into his arms and made his way out into the living room, almost-dropping it in the middle of the floor. He left it there to go to Roxie's room, and knocked on the door.
"Roxie, do you have any laundry that needs to be done? I'm going to the laundromat in a few minutes," he called.
Dear Rammymun,
I miss you. Please reply to our RP.
Dear Roxiemun,
Let us set up an RP where Kim and Roxie become bros.
Dear Juliemun,
You play Julie very well. You channel the bitch. Also I reread SPvTW and I'm wondering how people only see Julie as a bitch even though she's very protective of her friends.
Movin' on In! @Roxie
Matthew had talked this over with Wallace, thought about it some more by himself, and decided that this would be a good decision to make, for both of the two people involved. So here he was, walking up to Ramona and Scott's house, where Roxie had been living. He rang the doorbell and waited unsurely, hoping it would be Roxie that answered and not Scott or Ramona. That would just make things awkward, that was for sure.