#Roxenne is the newest victim in Arackniss' criminally dense behavior.

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roxenne-the-vixen​:

“…Who the fuck?”

She was absolutely dazed by the question– but still seemed to ponder it all the same.

“no…I don’t think so ” she stated softly…she seemed to be thinking very hard…but it came to be a struggle.

“I can’t really remember what his name was…but I’m pretty sure it definitely wasn’t Pete. Let alone with an "uncle” in front of it.“ She chuckled softly, "I might have been a younger woman who was seein’ an older gent– but I’m fairly certain he wasn’t that kinda older guy– More like an older brother type if anything– in fact I think he actually had a brother– that or maybe it was his partner? Alls I know is'at they were together when I met him for the first time.” She snickered, perhaps that was an amusing memory for her…

“And when I say young woman I meant in my mid to late 20s to early thirties. Think he had somewhere between 8 to 10 years on me tops…if I remember right– Which I wouldn’t rely on considerin’ the weird gaps I have in certain areas involvin’ him.” She shook her head some, “Honestly… that’s where it gets kinda weird…” She mumbles, “…His name…His face…I mean— I can tell ya just about everything else around him…I could tell ya he always smelled like Whiskey and cigar smoke after a particularly rough night on the job…Could tell ya he worked long nights. Could tell ya he was a little old school– but again, he was older'an me anyway– so that’s not so weird. In fact I found it charming. I’m a little weird myself…i kinda like the older things ya know? But those specific features– the important details like identity…I dunno– everytime I try to touch on those important details… it’s like it deliberately blurred out…like static or somethin’. ”

“I don’t know why…but it feels like somethin’s blockin’ it…but it ain’t my own doin…if that makes sense? Not that it really matters anymore anyway…” She shrugged, “That was then…and then is gone…but it hurts… because I know that these pieces are important…but I’ve pretty much come to terms with the fact that– I’m just going to be stuck with these fragments and the feelings of love and pain they bring eith'em forever…heh…welcome to hell, right?”

Not Uncle Pete? Damn. He was pretty sure he was onto something, but if the guy had a brother, that did rule him out... unless his mother had another brother neither she nor Uncle Pete talked about. “Older brotha’...” His eyes narrowed in thought as he tapped his claws against his coffee cup. They had a big family, so that didn’t narrow it down a whole hell of a lot. 

Were it not in shit-poor taste to make a joke about a gal’s long-lost boyfriend, he would ask if she were talking about him. Apparently he gave off big brother energy even when he wasn’t looking after Anthony and Molly-- and once Anthony was old enough, they did work together (partially because they worked damn well together and partially because of that big brother energy... Adrian never liked the idea of Anthony working on his own, grown-ass man or not, that was still his baby brother and it was still the mob.)

But that’s a sick joke to make... and it couldn’t be him. He’d remember--

... Why can’t she remember? 

Oh, right, because it’s hell. That sounds like a pretty damn good punishment to live with for all eternity: Knowing you loved someone, remembering just enough about them to miss them... but never being able to remember anything that would help you find him again. Because he’s definitely down here... every man in their family is (or was. Some have been erased... but no one from their time. Henroin might be a piece of shit, but he’s good at keeping the family together and... out of shit’s way on Extermination day.)

“... Tell me everythin’ you rememba’.” He says after a long pause of thinking through his family. Sadly, the things she said didn’t narrow it down much. Long nights were common... so was a bottle of whiskey once that night was over. Cigars... that might be something. Most of them smoked, don’t get him wrong, but it was usually cigarettes. “I gotta know the guy... if he’s still down here, ‘m gonna find ‘em.”