#roxy tags tbd

[chicagomadx]

I like to call this my Roxanne face. @prodigyz

[macsmanymuses]

@ofcscavengcrs​ >Haymitch

The English spy swayed like she was drunk, pulling the stranger onto the dance floor with strength that people never expected from her. “Come on handsome, you’re dancing with me.” Less drunk than she seemed, she was just trying to get away from a creep. Once away from him, she winked at the man she’d grabbed. “The offer to dance still stands, but you don’t have to.”

[macsmanymuses]

@that-stiles-stilinskii​

Roxy didn’t mind her job, comfortable handling guns, but she still had a lot of questions about Limbo. Talking to cops seemed like a decent place to start, so when she finished her shift at work, she headed over to the station. “Excuse me, officer. I need to put in a missing person report.”

[macsmanymuses]

@crossingstarsx​

Roxy had the knack of being able to fit in wherever she went. Her parents would have expected it, having raised her in the spy lifestyle, but she was just glad that she wasn’t currently blown to pieces. That was cause for celebration, so even if she had no idea how she got to Limbo, she was going to dance and drink. Not necessarily in that order. “Oh, I love this song! Come dance with me!”

[rcwrittcndcstiny]

@ofcrunaways​ >Anyone

"No. Absolutely not. No chance." The English spy wasn't afraid of anything - except heights. No matter how many times she had to face that fear, she still hated it. As a matter of fact, her face looked pale just looking at the rollercoaster. 

[rcwrittcndcstiny]

@dreamcfspring​ >Roxy’s best friend 

There was one person that Roxy trusted in Woodshore. Eggsy. Whether or not he was an MI6 agent in this life, she knew she could ask for no better partner or friend. And with the memory of trying to escape a bomb fresh in her mind, she went knocking on his door. “Come on, Eggsy. There’s no sock on the door, that means you’re not busy.” She called out when there was no immediate answer. “You’re coming to the carnival with me, and that’s final.” 

[rcwrittcndcstiny]

@imagincation​ >Anyone

In both lives, Roxy had been a spy. A family tradition, not that it was a tradition they shared outside the family, but she was still the first woman in the family to take up the mantle. First female Kingsman agent too, they’d only had women in support positions before her. It would have been lonely if it weren’t for Eggsy. Even if they were spies, she knew she could trust him entirely. Everyone else though, that was questionable. Still, Roxy smirked over at the other Englishwoman. “Loser buys the winner drinks. That’s only fair. And love, I’m going to win.”