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Post by ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE, on May 19, 2011 21:48:08 GMT -5
Roxie sat in her hotel room, back against the wall and tears streaming down her cheeks. In her hands she gripped a pair of scissors, staring down at the ground as if she were looking through it. She had taken nine rolls over the past three hours- triple her usual- and was now moving like an out of control roller coaster, shooting up hills and into dips. The gleam of the scissors struck her as dangerous, but Roxie was rolling so hard that it didn't even occur to her why she was holding them. There had been a reason she had picked them up off the counter, but now she couldn't recall.
Her pupils took over her eyes and she suddenly melted, throat screaming for water. She had put some on the floor next to her, almost as if she hadn't planned on moving from this spot her entire trip. How was it that Roxie couldn't remember how she'd come to sitting on the ground with some scissors, yet everything around her seemed to be placed deliberately? The water on the ground, the propped bathroom door directly in front of her, her bedsheets already open for when she decided to crawl in and pass out.
Then the images of the evening came back to her. Octane. Lots of drugs. A haze that took over her brain. The only thing she could really remember was the feeling of skin on skin, though where it had come from she had no idea. Roxie didn't want to think about the night previous, so her brain rewound even more. Back to the night with Sonny and Alex. The last thing she had seen were Alex's dark brown eyes above her and Sonny vanishing into the night. The whole thing played like a dream sequence and it made her head spin as more ecstasy pulsed through her synapses.
The scissors. Roxie looked at them as if they had just magically appeared in her hands. Then she looked straight ahead silently, and raised them to her hair.
Swishh. Snikt, snikt, snikt.
The blades worked silently against one another as Roxie sheared off her hair, cutting it absently and not having exactly any clue what she was doing. Locks of hair fell around her as suddenly her hairstyle was barely longer than chin length. For almost a half hour she worked until swatches of black hair littered the ground around her. Then she set down the scissors and leaned back against the wall, running her hands through her newly shorn hair. Only seconds later came a knock on the door.
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Post by CALICO XEPHYR ROTH, on May 19, 2011 22:25:26 GMT -5
we made plans to be unbreakable;;. [/font]  no insurance for the unthinkable[/color][/i][/font][/center] Calico knocked on the door once, then twice. He had seen Roxie sitting on a bench outside the club speaking with Octane the night before and knew that in the state she'd been in nothing good could have come of it. Now it was about 5pm the next day- what had she been up to since then? His instinct overpowered him until he couldn't resist- he had to go check on her. What was she doing out partying only a week or so after being shot anyway?
When she didn't answer, he slipped his hooked knife into the door jamb and wiggled it around, biting his lip in frustration. It took a few tries- these were pretty high tech doors- but eventually the lock clicked open and he stepped inside. What he saw initially scared the shit out of him.
It was Roxie, staring with blank eyes at the wall in front of her and holding a pair of scissors. Calico's stomach dropped out of his body and he rushed over to her, but realized that there was hair all over the ground.
"What the fuck Roxie? What are you doing?" he asked incredulously, taking the scissors from her and waving some of the hair around. " "What did you do to your hair?"
She had literally chopped it off. No rhyme, style or reason, just completely sheared it. It was uneven, but not too badly. He could probably fix it.
"Here, let me fix it" he said, though he doubted she could really comprehend what he was saying. ""You're no barber, Rox. What are you even thinking? Are you okay?"
He bit his lip as he busied around her head. Although he would never see Roxie as more than a close friend, the need to protect her would always be strong. Calico knew she wasn't ready to be out and about yet. If anything, she needed counseling or something. She was going to crash.
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Post by ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE, on May 21, 2011 19:54:50 GMT -5
Roxie jumped ever so slightly when the door opened. Hadn't it just been locked? A familiar face entered the threshold and her brain reacted: Calico. Immediately he rushed over to her and took the scissors from her hands, fussing over her. She wasn't sure what she'd done wrong, aside from trip balls and give herself a haircut. Almost immediately he started snipping at her hair.
"What the fuck Roxie? What are you doing? What did you do to your hair?" he exclaimed, and she grinned up at him.
"I figured it was time for a change of pace. Start with the hair, work from there," she replied with a brilliant cheshire smile.
He seemed concerned, but Roxie was glad he was here. It made her focus more. Now she at least knew where she was and what she had done. Good, that was what the scissors had been for.
"Are you okay?" he asked, and she nodded vigorously.
"Duh. I went to the club last night, got fucked up. Can't really remember much. Came home this morning, don't really know how, got fucked up again," she replied smugly, as if this were a great accomplishment. "I'm totally fine. Are you okay?"
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Post by CALICO XEPHYR ROTH, on May 21, 2011 20:15:14 GMT -5
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Roxie suddenly went from almost comatose to immensely responsive, and it startled Calico a bit. She hadn't been so moody before, but he expected this. Roxie thought that if she got back into her old routine twice as hard, it would make things better. And of course it wouldn't. She just hadn't come to terms with what had happened yet. Just like Sonny, it would deck her right across the face and she'd have a breakdown.
"I figured it was time for a change of pace. Start with the hair, work from there," she replied when he asked her about her hair. Calico cocked his eyebrows at her.
"That doesn't even make sense!" he exclaimed as if he'd never heard such a thing. Which he really hadn't, honestly. "Chopping your hair off randomly is no way to change pace. This was not one of your better ideas."
Calico didn't want to feel like he was lecturing her, because nobody wanted to be scolded, but it was what she needed. A lecture or a wake up call, or something would give. He really hoped it was one of the first two that worked. She rambled on about the events of her evening, not really giving him anything to go off of, and he looked even more worried.
"Roxie, you need to slow down. This isn't good for you so soon after... y'know," he said, trying to be gentle about it. He was pretty focused on fixing her hair. "You need to take time to recover."
Spending time with Octane was no way to relax. Calico had known the moment he met the guy- go, go, go, never stop. If anything he was like Alex and Sonny put together, but more intelligent. He could outfox Roxie, and Roxie was cunning herself.
"What was up with Octane the other night?" he asked, trying not to sound pushy.
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Post by ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE, on Jun 14, 2011 18:21:15 GMT -5
Roxie's expression turned to that of a smug child being scolded and she stuck her lower lip out slightly, narrowing her eyes. Who was he to tell her how to switch gear in her own life?
However, when his expression softened hers did too, and she lowered her knees from her chest, sprawling out with a detached smile. Calico's voice was soothing again, and then it even returned to normal conversation. Roxie snapped back to reality and nodded as he questioned her.
"What was up with Octane the other night?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. Roxie shrugged in response and her head nodded up and down rhythmically.
"I dunno, we hung out," she said nonchalantly. "Nobody ever just hangs out anymore. We're always fucking, or snorting drugs, or performing."
Roxie's head bobs took on a slower cadence until they stopped, and she looked up at Calico with a puzzled expression.
"Why didn't I die?"
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Post by CALICO XEPHYR ROTH, on Jun 21, 2011 10:25:25 GMT -5
we made plans to be unbreakable;;. [/font] no insurance for the unthinkable[/color][/i][/font][/center] Calico was kicking himself for being everything he was. He was a protector, a knight in shining armor. He fell in love with everyone he met and everything in the world, and would never change that. But oftentimes it made him vulnerable to a lot of the hurt that other people felt. He could never feel anything sexual or relationship-like toward Roxie, but he had quickly formed a great bond with her. She was like his sister, and he would go to the ends of the earth for her. A lot of the time, she was one of the only people that understood him aside from Melrose.
So when Roxie looked up at him with such hurt and confusion in those impossibly intense eyes of hers, Calico couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.
"Nobody ever just hangs out anymore. We're always fucking, or snorting drugs, or performing." she said, and he shook his head.
"I don't fuck very often, nor do I snort drugs, so you've only got me on one out of three. Not such a good ratio."
She finally stopped bobbing her head for a few moments which reassured Calico a bit. Although she might be losing her grip a little bit, she wasn't overdosing and she wasn't having a mental breakdown- he didn't think.
"Why didn't I die?" she asked suddenly, and Calico felt his face contort with confusion, sadness and concern. He didn't have a real answer for her.
"I don't know. Because you're a trooper. But even troopers need a vacation every once in awhile."
Calico began tidying the hair on the floor and brushing it off her shoulders, racking his brain for a solution. Maybe the pressure of the tour was starting to get to everyone. Maybe they needed a vacation. Calico knew he did, but not nearly as much as most of the other people on the tour.
"What do you say we get out of here? Go on a trip somewhere," he said, mustering up a bright expression and his classic, trademark grin. "Let's hit a bunch of theme parks or something. I know you like roller coasters."
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