#roxennethevixen

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"Doll's ova' here framin' me for petty crimes. Who d' ya call t' report somethin' like that?"

[hellizens]

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛

 umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ One of these for Arackniss may haps? @roxenne-the-vixen

First Meeting Sentence Starters

I know we only just met but I already feel like I've known you my whole life.

Arackniss looks over at the fox demon speaking to him, all eight eyes narrowing to take in her appearance. "Funny," he murmurs, his free hand reaching out to flick ash off his cigarette. "I was t'inkin' da same t'ing."

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@immediatexmurderxprofessionals (Blitz)

"Well I guess We can cross listenin' off o'ya many talents-- Cuz I already introduced m'self sug~"

Don't worry though. It's not an out--

The soft giggle and playful blep between her lips paired with the slight tail wag were sure signs of amusement.

Besides, he had plenty other aspects going on for him to keep her interest sated.

"Roxenne The Vixen on stage... But just Roxenne on the page." She chuckles offering out her hand to shake. It was quite small compared to his by comparison.

If you wanted to get technical-- his hand could probably engulf her whole arm if he wanted.

"Now if ya don'mind my askin'...could you define Safe?" She asks curiously, "I marked it yes, but b'tween you an me...I feel like that can be a bit of a braud aspect." She says as she fiddles herself in the chair.

Most tables didn't exactly cater to 3 foot tall women wearing tiny dresses...

"While it's true a Proper Lady doesn't go aroun'startin fights without valid reason...but I'm far from what you would call a-- proper lady." She says with exaggerated finger quotes here,

" I may not start fights wit'out cause-- But I damn sure ain't scared ta finish one."

@roxenne-the-vixen

"That's right, it's one of those fancy names. Blitz. And yours...?~"

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“Excuse you?”

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Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

@roxenne-the-vixen​ said:

For Arackniss

"They're a 10 but... he still ain't paid me back for the last two times I bought him coffee so m'thinkin maybe I might jus'keep the third one~"

Is she casually just walking by with her arms held up like a balance scale holding a cup in each hand? Gently teetering them?

Absolutely.

And does she actually care that he hasn't re-paid her? Absolutely not.

He just looked tense and thought maybe she could lighten his day.

There she is. 

Arackniss manages a small smile. He had a feeling he would come across her if he hung around. She always seems to find him after he’s come to blows with the old man. Maybe she comes by this place every day? 

“You wanna trade?” He asks, holding out a small to-go box and popping it open with his thumb. 

There might be two cannolis inside that box.  

[hellizens]

Name: Rosa  Roxenne

Age: ...We gotta get inta that? Been dead a while...

Do you like to cuddle?: Cuddlin's nice sometimes

Can we make-out?: ...Do you wanna make out~?

A night in or dinner out?: M'good either way

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: ....Cannolis.

Chocolates and roses?: ...Neither is required ya'know.

What makes you a good Valentine?: m'kinda pretty? Maybe? But mostly I'm loyal and devoted.

Would you cook for me?: I would try-- it's a hit or miss on how good it comes out-- you a gamblin'man?

Would you let me cook for you?: If you'd like to...you're probably better than me

Where would you take me on a date?: walk at night Late night drive-- food at an all night diner at 3am...

Who’s paying?:  Would you LET me pay~?

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: ...Cannolis? She uh...really likes Cannolis.

(For Arackniss)

@roxenne-the-vixen

Oh yeah, it's the fox demon he recognized despite not knowing her at all.

He'll approve this.

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Eight eyes all glance from the unoccupied seat to the fox offering said seat to him. She's right: If he takes this thing home, it's going to be borderline disgusting by the time he gets it onto a plate. He had originally planned to stay here for a bit; the white noise of other people talking and the background sounds of food cooking and dishes clattering sounded a hell of a lot more pleasant than the shit that was going to play through his head were he left alone. He only decided against it when he saw she was here and looked so annoyed. Honestly, he's not... entirely sure why that made him feel like he should give her space. He hadn't been around for her to be angry at him. Hell, once she realized who he was, she seemed a lot less pissed off.

Eh... his brain's just off kilter. He gives a small nod before taking a seat opposite the fox. The last thing he wants is to make her nervous by hovering around, and if she wants company, it would be rude to say no. "It ain't a big deal. Don't worry 'bout it." He says as he sets his bag on the table. He sets about opening it up and taking the sandwich out before glancing back to his new-found dinner companion. Oh. She's looking out the window again. Well, she did say she had something on her mind. Maybe she's not up to talking much. Maybe she just likes the idea of having somebody close by. He gets that... when he's in a fucked up headspace, the last thing he wants to do is run his mouth, but he does like the idea of someone being close by. It's kind of a distraction... even if they're not talking. if they're just... there. That's nice.

So, rather than try to lure her into mindless smalltalk, he takes out the tray of fries from inside his bag and sets them in the middle of the table. Judging from the half-eaten bagel, she might not be hungry... but the offer's there if she changes her mind.

She shook her head softly from side to side before glancing down at her reflection in the dark brown bean juice.

"...No intrusion..." She said softly, "Jus'old habits dyin'harder'an I did I guess." She shrugs, "I tend to get lost in my past now'an again... especially on a sleepless night." She smiled apologetically extending a tiny hand to the empty seat in front of her in the booth she occupied.

Ti andrebbe di unirti a me? Philly's tend ta taste better hot, yeuh?"

Her nose worked rather well...and the scent of hot food reminded her that she still had a bagel left half eaten...

Hell it was probably cold and soggy by now--

But she paid for it. May as well eat it.

"B'sides... You make me nervous standin' like that...all far away'n what have you...an'I wouldn't mind the company." She chuckled, "Sorry bout snippin'at ya like that...For the moment I felt like I was back in my past was all ... But, seats open-- if you'd like to take it." her gaze shifted downward, to the side, then back out the window, tiny hands uneasily gripping a mug that she needed both hands to hold, and even smaller thumbs running across its rim. There was a question in her eye. One of which she seemed nervous about asking him, and trying to ponder how to do so...

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@roxenne-the-vixen  asked: 

She's seen this man before...a few times. Always at the same table in this diner...always with coffee. She bought him a cup before. He looked like he could use it then. And he still looks just as stressed now. She's not gonna press for answers. After all he's just some guy at a table and he probably just likes this diner--

Since he was still here, however, she thought maybe she'd get him another cup. She usually gets hers to go...but, maybe...?

"Do you want company?"

When Arackniss first hears those words, he doesn’t look up. It’s not an attempt to be rude or dismissive, it’s just that he has no reason to think that question is aimed at him. He comes here often, he sits in this booth, he drinks coffee (and maybe he’ll order something to eat if he hangs around long enough) he leaves his money at the table and he leaves. Those who work here know he’s not one for chit-chat. They know he’s here to get a breather from his job. They don’t ask questions.

So it takes about eight seconds before he realizes that the voice asking that question is a: very close and b: going unanswered. His eyes shift to the side and he sees the woman standing in front of him. Oh, it’s... her. He’s seen her before. She bought him some coffee a few months back. 

Want is a strong word, but if she wants to take a load off and sit with him for a little while, it would be rude to tell her off-- and his mother might just reach down from heaven and smack him if he was rude to a woman. Especially a woman who’s done nothing but be decent to him. “Sure. I still owe ya for last time, don’t I?”

[hellizens]

"No, there's nothing wrong with being cute. It's just not what I would choose to describe myself."

"Awe what's a mattah? Afraid it will ruin ya image?"

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"...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?"

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“Know him? That bastard’s part of the reason I’m dead…”

Note she said part of the reason.

Not the sole reason.

Implicating that there was a whole lot more to unpack there…

“Even b'fore that…he took somethin'from me… somethin'important that can Neva be replaced…sick bastard… wouldn’t be surprised if he gots my eye as a trophy too.”

“Rival Family? Oh Lord no–”

Though, not a total outlandish thought–

Clearly she knew a little bit of a thing or two about the Mob, how it ran– who ran it– at least on her side of town…

She had some field experience in the matter.

“No…I wasn’t part of a Mafia family or nothin'like that…–which may have been part of the problem on why I wasn’t well liked by Henroin…but I was…involved…”

She paused a while, nibbling on another fry as though trying to gather her thoughts.

“…Back in the day…I was studyin’ ta be a nurse.” She stated, “I fixed a few blacks n blues…patched up a few bullet holes an'stab wounds… Hell I even helped dump a body after walkin'in on it accidentally– Somethin'I sorta wound up stumblin’ into…after I started seein’ someone in the family– as the mob would say…”

Not part of one of the families, but involved? There were plenty of people-- associates who got their hands dirty with mob dealings but weren’t true members. Studying to be a nurse? Ah, yeah, that made sense. Can’t exactly walk into a hospital and say you were in the middle of a shoot out while escorting drugs over state lines.  They had to have people they could go to for... patch work. 

Admittedly, he didn’t know Roxenne all that well, but it didn’t take many talks to realize the doll didn’t take shit from anyone. If she had that attitude back in life-- and it sounds like she did... yeah, she’d be a forced to be reckoned with... and pops never much liked people he thought might oppose him, especially if it was a woman... 

“You were seein’ someone?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as he reached for another fry. 

“... Was it Uncle Pete?”

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"Mi scusi?"

Her eye narrowed. That's not something to exiect-- some random at her door telling her she needs to leave--

"Do I know you--?" Though she didn't need a response, after catching a few whiffs if her.

Was that... cologne?

It was a very light scent...but a familiar one. She's definitely smelled it before--

In fact she's pretty sure she's caught whiff of it on Arackniss once or twice-- but even before she knew him, she knew that scent--

It somehow always made her calmer--

But even if the scent or the outside didn't give it aay--

The message she saw on her phone did.

"Arackniss?" That was the name she read--

And that was her address--

Her eye went wide--

"Hurry!? BOMB!?"

The fuck was that supposed to mean!?

Who was this person anyway?

Aside that she clearly knew the spider gent Roxenne has communicated with a few times--

Flick

Flick

Wait let her shut up and listen for a sec--

Flick

Flick

Yeah--- that was her enlarged ear twitching to the sound of distant ticking--

"Oh what the actual-- when did even--"

Nevermind that--

The fact that something like this happened right under VOX's own figurative nose was astounding enough--

It meant that whoever set it up knew exactly what they were doing and how to avoid alarm--

There wasn't time to fiddle.

But...she couldn't just up and leave--

There were other places near by-- some even had children--

Weather they were Hellborn or not she couldn't dare to be that hearless-- even if her own muscular organ had stopped beating a long time ago...

If she did blow-- she at least had a shot at coming back--

Hellborn generally don't-- not that she knows of anyway--

"You gotta get outta here!" She states, make as much noise as ya can-

-- I'mma set off the fire alarm real quick--"

If the hound's noise making wouldn't be enough to bring people out--

At least doing that would have to make them evacuate.

This was-- after all-- VOX's territory -- most of his real estate was suited up with the latest in security and safety measures, surely he'd definitely have an alarm rigged up somewhere-- especially if she's living there-- she was one of his and he didn't tend to really like to ruin his own toys--

at least until their deal was over--

🐺  - Bomb? Hurry?

Bomb hurry what?! 

Wait. She knows this address. 

That’s where…

And she’s off! 

Snatching her keys off the counter, running down the hallway, sliding down the railing of the staircase (because that seems faster) to the road and onto her bike. 

How long does she have until this thing goes off? 

Guess she’ll find out. 

The bike revs to life and, with a screech of tires, the hellhound is off. It doesn’t take her long (especially since, on a motorcycle, she can dodge and weave between cars with significantly more ease than she’d be able to manage in a car) before she’s parked across the street and darting into the building. 

�� And then a problem dawns on her once she gets to the building. 

She… does not know which one of the rooms Roxenne is in. She could sniff her out, but it would be faster to…

“ROXENNE?!”

Nailed it. 

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"Ya think someone that don't got the nerve t' walk up t' someone an' say 'hey, you wanna grab a cuppa coffee?' is gonna hand someone a letter that's spilled their guts all over it?"

"Ya gotta fill out an application t' ask someone on a date now?"

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“He wants a hired gun fa’ his hired gun?”

"Mistah Vox was talkin'about gettin'me some sorta hired gun to keep my ass outta trouble or some stupid shit--

Do I look like I need a fuckin' babysittah?"

Yes Roxenne. Yes you very much do.

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Arackniss turned towards the familiar voice and immediately eased the sour look on his face-- only for it to be replaced with a look of confusion when she handed him the bag. His brother dropped what o--

He blinks. And then blinks again.

... This is the shit Anthony was looking for the night he let himself in.

The shit he said he wasn't going to take because Arackniss didn't have an uponed bottle of Jameson.

... Which he took anyway.

He's going to kick his brother's ass.

"... if ya don't know, ya don't know, an' I don't blame ya, but... ya have any clue why th' fuck my baby brotha' stole my shit an' gave it t' you?"

It wasn't her fault his brother was a psycho.

He doesn't know what's worse... that both his siblings apparently want to have sex with clowns, or the unshakable feeling that someone's staring at him from behind.

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roxenne-the-vixen​:

@nohalosinhell (Arackniss) continues from: ☕

“Owe me? Hardly…if anything I feel like I unda-sold ya~ shoulda'Irished up that coffee for ya– sure seemed like you could a used it then.”

She chuckled, waving a tiny painted hand in gesture to say don’t worry about it~

Mostly – she was just surprised he even remembered that– Not that she minded, just didn’t expect it.

Well– he didn’t send her off, so, with a shrug of her fluffy shoulders she attempts to climb into the seat opposite him–

Don’t mind the fumbling about– she only stands around 3 feet tall and struggles to get into most chairs– just another day in her afterlife–

Hooking one leg over the other, she gradually sips from her own cup of hot brew.

“Roxenne.” She introduces herself softly. He came across as a guy who appreciated quiet– she could respect that, but figured he should atleast have a name to the face in front of him, if he was willing to share his table.

It’s not often a pastel-colored fox offers him a kindness. Actually-- it’s not often that anyone does. That’s not to say he can blame anyone but himself though. Arackniss comes across as aggressive and hostile, and he’s not afraid to pull out a pistol or two (or six) if he feels even the slightest bit threatened. 

However, while he called himself remembering her rather vividly, he didn’t remember her being so tiny. Not that he’s much of a giant himself, but still, he looks like he’s got a good eighteen inches on her... maybe two feet. 

“Arackniss,” he says with a small nod of acknowledgement. There’s something about her that almost puts him at ease-- is it her voice? Yeah, that’s got to be it. “You from New York?” He asks-- and immediately wonders if that was an appropriate thing to do. Some sinners just flat out don’t talk about their former lives. 

@nohalosinhell (Arackniss) continues from: ☕

"Owe me? Hardly...if anything I feel like I unda-sold ya~ shoulda'Irished up that coffee for ya-- sure seemed like you could a used it then."

She chuckled, waving a tiny painted hand in gesture to say don't worry about it~

Mostly -- she was just surprised he even remembered that-- Not that she minded, just didn't expect it.

Well-- he didn't send her off, so, with a shrug of her fluffy shoulders she attempts to climb into the seat opposite him--

Don't mind the fumbling about-- she only stands around 3 feet tall and struggles to get into most chairs-- just another day in her afterlife--

Hooking one leg over the other, she gradually sips from her own cup of hot brew.

"Roxenne." She introduces herself softly. He came across as a guy who appreciated quiet-- she could respect that, but figured he should atleast have a name to the face in front of him, if he was willing to share his table.

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“Neva’ did get that. It ain’ like Thanksgivin’ don’t make money. Is it ‘cause people don’t give out free stuff? Hundreds of bucks on food ain’t enough?” 

"It's September."