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[Roxy]

–Morning--

Roxy stepped off the plane tucking her small carry-on bag under her arm.. The constant hum and rumble of the engine filling her ears as she continued to walk towards the small building in front of her. Her dad, with his salt and pepper hair greeting her with open arms.

“Hey pumpkin how was your trip.”

Roxy placed her arms around her aging father and ignored as a short blonde walked up towards the two of them. It seemed her father didn’t waste time when he broke it off with the last one.

“It was fine. Grandma sends her wishes along with complaints on how your not feeding her granddaughter.”

Roxy laughed lightly. Her fathers mother was a true Italian and if you were weren’t stuffed with food and round, you weren’t happy. Roxy was finally safe from the demanding women.

“She also said some very bad things towards you for not going to the funeral.”

Her father seemed to shrug.

“I had to work. Plus why go when the man despised me.”

“Cause he was your father?”

Roxy shook her head as her own father dismissed his own so easily. Yea work was only an excuse for so long. Turning her eyes towards the blonde she barely smiled as he started to introduce her.

“Yea yea. Hi. Look Dad. I gotta go. I have to catch up on some school work and make up for what I missed.”

“But I thought we were going to have lunch?”

Roxy was so sure that he was heartbroken. She barely seen her dad 2 hours out of a week. And his new toy from the looks of it didn’t seem to be interested in Roxy as much as Roxy was interested in her.

“Well yea. Maybe next time. A rain check thou.”

She gave her father another peck on the cheek.

“I’ll call your secretary and have it arranged. Kay?”

Roxy smiled briefly and continued on her way towards the parking garage where her car sat waiting for her. Sure she should have taken up the offer. She wanted to spend time with her dad. But she wasn’t about to share him with floozy of the month. They always wanted to try to connect with her. Like they were family. Roxy learned long ago that she should never get close to anyone that dates her dad.

After a good time to think as well as walk to stretch out her long legs. Roxy made it to her car, unlocked it with a push of a button and then got in.

“Maybe I should visit mother.”

Settling herself in her car she let her engine roar to life after its 2 weeks of solitude and made her way out of the garage.

–About an hour later–

“Hey mom, I brought you some flowers. Sorry their late had to spend time with GiGi. She’s still as crazy and as batty as ever. You would have gotten a kick out of it.”

With flowers in her hand, she moved to her knees on the cool grass as she placed the flowers on top of the cold marble stone. In front of her was her mothers grave. She visited it every year for mothers day and on her mothers birthday. It was the least she could do.

“It was a nice change being in a house full of people but I’m kinda glad I got out.”

Roxy started to pull some weeds that laid against the stone. Brushing it off with a swipe of her hand.

“Things are going well enough I guess. Dads got a new girlfriend but that’s nothing new. You will be glad to know that I haven’t gotten into any mischievous trouble lately. Not saying that I’m going to or anything but you never know where the winds might blow me.”

Finishing with the weeds having the stone look presentable again. Roxy rose to her feet.

“Well I gotta hit the road, sorry for the short visit. Happy belated mothers day mom.”

She did a simple salute with her hand and turned and walked back to her car. Roxy didn’t feel sad or anything. To be truthful she didn’t feel much of anything for the bones that used to be her mother. It was a sad thing but how can you feel for someone you never known.

–Evening--

The cool air licked at her skin as she stood on the beach. She wasn’t alone. Various people tourist alike making their way across the beach. Roxy standing in one spot her arms crossed over her chest.

The breeze brushed her hair, making the strands move slightly. The sounds of the waves caressing her ears as she took a deep breath in and letting it out slowly.

The dark blue hues of the night sky seemed to sparkle in the water as it shifted in a rhythmic pattern. Her eyes watering slightly as she took another breath to calm herself down before her tears would burst forward.

She had not once cried the whole time she was away. The funeral for her grandfather was indeed sad but she dared not shed a tear. It wasn’t out of disrespect. The man was a strong man, someone to be feared and to look up to and yet as she pictured him in his casket he looked frail. Death seemed to wipe the power from him. Making him just a hollow shell of what he once was. She could picture him having a fit in that silly suit they had placed them in. Her pap would have gave them hell and thinking of it now made her miss him more.

Roxy was their only grandchild and he placed a fancy on her when she was just a young one. She could remember all the times they went camping out in the back yard. He taught her how to fish, to shoot, even to change her brakes on her car. He was more of a father than her own father and she missed him terribly.

Swiping the back of her palm against her cheeks she wiped away her fresh tears as she continued on to look towards the night and the moon that shun coolly above her.

[Trizen Takano]

((Wow... that's some really impressive writing.))

As the young lady swiped the back of her palm against her cheeks, wiping away the fresh, salty tears that ran down her face, a young hand held out close to her. In it was a light blue handkerchief; smooth silk when felt by dimples of the skin.

"I guess the evening sky does do that to people," a young man with slim dark shades on said as he took a deep breath and exhaled just as long, "Ocean Beach. Not only a great spot for tourists, but a remarkable place to view the stars."

He looked up, not sure if his handkerchief was still in hand or not, as his eyes closed behind the shades and took a second. "Though it's also a great spot to clear your head. Be it with the stars, the smell of atmosphere or the sound of the ocean's waves." The young one chuckled a bit, hoping to lighten the vibe that seemed so dark for the pair of them. "Though a combination of the three ain't bad."

[Roxy]

OOC- I have had many a year experience when it comes to rping so I know the ropes lol. But thank you for the compliment. As for Tash, my dear she had moved to the beach is no longer at the cemetery your more than welcome to fix it and join in.

Roxy seemed to force a small smile at his comment. She wasn't much for over theatrics when it came to standing around and crying. She had thought she had contained herself enough for no one to notice. Guess she was wrong. Thanking him lightly for the soft cloth she dared not bring it close to her eyes in fear of ruining the fabric with her heavy eye make up, she after all didn't want to be rude. Roxy could only guess how riduculas she looked as her makeup gave her eyes that slightly melted look from her tears.

"I guess you are right, thou it wasn't the sky that brought on the water works."

She sniffed as she turned her eyes towards the sky in the general direction he had directed his.

"Its probably silly to be emotional over someone you haven't seen in the past 8 years."

She paused slightly as her eyes followed down back towards the water rather than the sky.

"My grandfather died. He was such a mean man but when it came to me he was only a big, rough teddy bear. I am or was his only grandchild, he used to take me everywhere with him when I was younger, before they moved away."

She laughed at a memory, a subtle laugh as she put her fingers against her lips.

"I remember one time he had taught me how to fish. We were only doing it in a small pond back then. But I whipped the pole around and caught his pants with my hook. He never let it down after that, joking that I caught the big fish."

She then came to the realization that she was rambling and further more to a stranger. Its not like she didn't do it any other time but it seemed a bit odd since she never really talked about her family when she would randomly spout out sentences.

"O Im sorry, I tend to ramble I guess.."

Roxy then turned and her eyes fell on him. The fact that he was wearing sunglasses at night seemed to make her instantly think of the song. It was a bit awkward to be wearing sun glasses at this time of day but she wasn't about to point out the obvious.

"Hi, Im Roxy."

She would then extend her hand to hand back the soft cloth that was extended to her as she would try to pick up the corner of her lips into a slight smile.

[Trizen Takano]

((lol, hey it's completely cool. I just really liked how you wrote that.))


He heard the sniffle and the light word of thanks as the handkerchief was taken from his left hand. The boy still had his head looking towards the sky when he put clothless hand in his dark blue jeans pocket, and made sure to try and not say anything stupid. Well, he didn't feel like he would, but he was a bit self-conscious in that regard. Besides, he had been in that spot for a while now and had talked to a few people who just so happened to have their own set of problems too. It was certainly interesting how the afternoon into evening panned out.

"Its probably silly to be emotional over someone you haven't seen in the past 8 years." She sniffed before saying.

His left brow raised on saying his response, "Not true. Love's kinda funny that way. The person could be gone for less than five minutes and one could feel completely overwhelmed. The memory, feeling and genuine surprise are the things that always catch us off-guard."

The young lady paused, and the raven-haired boy made sure to keep quiet. It was one of those sobering silences. For the moment, it seemed to be a good thing seeing as how the nameless woman put a name and face to her statement earlier. She spoke about her grandfather. He passed away and from the sounds of it, not too long ago. She had probably gone to the funeral sometime within the span of four or five days. The way she talked about him, it was as though everything was still fresh. Still new. At least that's what the boy assumed.

Then she laughed. A smirk crept up on his face, probably visible to Roxy if she was looking. He loved to hear hope in people, be it in full grace or the subtle soul-filled laugh. The young one continued to stay quiet. He would listen to what more she had to say.

"I remember one time he had taught me how to fish. We were only doing it in a small pond back then. But I whipped the pole around and caught his pants with my hook. He never let it down after that, joking that I caught the big fish."

The smirk grew large and wide of the right side of his face. Those were the kind of memories that kept a fire lit when there wasn't one. Then she grew kind of quiet. It was as though she remembered where she was and stopped to gather herself. He wasn't too far off. She apologized soon afterwards.

"Hey, it's completely cool," his tone was chilled and calm as his shades looked in the direction of the ocean, "Sometimes you just need someone to listen. I'm just glad you've allowed me to listen as opposed to you doing something that might hurt yourself."

Although she turned to watch him, his eyes were still set on where his shades were looking. His right hand moved slightly from side to side as his dark chocolate brown cane dug a little deeper into the sand.

"Hi, Im Roxy."

'A pause... is she waiting for something?'

His ear twitches as he heard the materials of her clothes bounce towards him. The boy was slightly nervous as he took his left hand out of his pocket and reached out in the same space he heard her move. Lucky for him, his carefulness allowed for him to lightly land on target. Though one could see him biting his lip as he hoped he didn't jester in a way that seemed too rude forward. The boy took back the handkerchief and sighted what felt like a small sigh of relief.

"My name is Trizen," he said not noticing her smile, "it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Roxy."

With the handkerchief in his pocket, he turned to her and said, "I'm sorry about your loss... you must have really loved your grandfather..."