There's just something about a carnival that makes Roxy feel a bit like being home; maybe it's the smell of fried food (she is from Texas after all), maybe it's the greasy guys with mullets and ripped up T-shirts, or maybe it's the trailer park style of accommodations. Either way as she walks around the tents and trailers she can feel herself smiling at the sounds of rock music and excited screams.
"Do you want to split some food with me?" She asks whoever is nearby, "I know it's awful but I could totally go for a deep fried snickers bar."
Ⅱ. HALL OF MIRRORS:
Roxy, like a lot of women, has always had a complicated relationship with mirrors. There are days when she looks at her reflection and feels nothing but confidence and pride in how cute she looks and other days...well other days it feels like a battle to see anything good at all. So to say that she isn't having a great time in the Hall of Mirrors is an understatement.
"We should have gone to the Haunted House...." She mutters to herself as she walks with her hands outstretched as the last thing she wants is to walk head first into something. She turns her head and is greeted by yet another mirror, only this one seems....different than the others.
"What the fuck?"
Ⅳ. COULROPHOBIA:
"FUCK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Roxy is never going to deny her trailer trash upbringing, which means that this hard rock concert/show is right up her alley. You're lucky that she isn't flashing her tits at the lead singer. She flops back in her seat as the main show ends, grinning and giggling, but when the clowns come out her grin falters and her posture grows wary. Her body language gets even more defensive when one of the clowns, a small clown girl of about thirteen with black pigtails and far too many teeth, leans in and starts to whisper in her ear. Roxy's eyes go wide with fear but her mouth begins to twitch up into a smile, small at first but then it grows into a grin and she starts to laugh. Soon it's hard to tell if she's laughing or screaming. The clown girl blows her a kiss and then skips away, singing:
"Those who've seen us know that not a thing could come between us, Many men have tried to split us up but no one can. Lord, help the mister...Who comes between me and my sister And Lord, help the sister who comes between me and my man”
V. WILDCARD: [Feel free to throw other ideas at me.]
Roxy Spaulding|Gen13|OTA
There's just something about a carnival that makes Roxy feel a bit like being home; maybe it's the smell of fried food (she is from Texas after all), maybe it's the greasy guys with mullets and ripped up T-shirts, or maybe it's the trailer park style of accommodations. Either way as she walks around the tents and trailers she can feel herself smiling at the sounds of rock music and excited screams.
"Do you want to split some food with me?" She asks whoever is nearby, "I know it's awful but I could totally go for a deep fried snickers bar."
Ⅱ. HALL OF MIRRORS:
Roxy, like a lot of women, has always had a complicated relationship with mirrors. There are days when she looks at her reflection and feels nothing but confidence and pride in how cute she looks and other days...well other days it feels like a battle to see anything good at all.
So to say that she isn't having a great time in the Hall of Mirrors is an understatement.
"We should have gone to the Haunted House...." She mutters to herself as she walks with her hands outstretched as the last thing she wants is to walk head first into something. She turns her head and is greeted by yet another mirror, only this one seems....different than the others.
"What the fuck?"
Ⅳ. COULROPHOBIA:
"FUCK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Roxy is never going to deny her trailer trash upbringing, which means that this hard rock concert/show is right up her alley. You're lucky that she isn't flashing her tits at the lead singer.
She flops back in her seat as the main show ends, grinning and giggling, but when the clowns come out her grin falters and her posture grows wary. Her body language gets even more defensive when one of the clowns, a small clown girl of about thirteen with black pigtails and far too many teeth, leans in and starts to whisper in her ear. Roxy's eyes go wide with fear but her mouth begins to twitch up into a smile, small at first but then it grows into a grin and she starts to laugh. Soon it's hard to tell if she's laughing or screaming. The clown girl blows her a kiss and then skips away, singing:
"Those who've seen us know that not a thing could come between us, Many men have tried to split us up but no one can.
Lord, help the mister...Who comes between me and my sister
And Lord, help the sister who comes between me and my man”
V. WILDCARD: [Feel free to throw other ideas at me.]