Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE (M/F for shippy stuff, OTA for platonic)
Okay so it's totally cheesy and dumb and sappy but as a natural romantic Roxy has wanted to ride the Tunnel of Love since she got here, especially since this Tunnel of Love actually looks nice. It doesn't smell like jizz and the water actually looks clean so she bounces into line excitedly. Of course she'd prefer to go on it with someone cute but hey at this point she's just happy to have the company.
"Which side of the swan boat do you want?" She asks, throwing you a grin.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE (CW: death, panic attack, anxiety)
It started out dumb and fun, like most haunted houses. The cart is small and as it jostles forward Roxy laughs and points out that some of the rubber bats still have their price tags on them, the whole thing is reminiscent of a dollar store mixed with someone's haunted garage but that's okay, she's having fun.
Until she sees the gravestone.
Bathed in eerie green light she suddenly feels weirdly nervous looking at it and leans a little closer to her fellow traveler, almost shying away from it. "Omg a styrofoam graveyard. Soooo scary." She quips, her voice sounding much less bold and sarcastic as usual. It sounds almost scared. "You think they would-"
She's interrupted when something brushes past her face, unseen, but she reacts as if someone physically just touched her. Twisting around in the little cart. "What the fuck was that?" She demands, her eyes looking around wildly.
"Did you just feel that?"
She looks to her left and that's when she sees it, a shimmering white figure that is slowly approaching the now stalled cart. It doesn't walk as its feet are barely there, the whole thing is intangible and hurts her head to look at as it seems to shimmer in and out of focus. And yet she can't look away.
"...holy shit." She whispers and then suddenly the ghost leaps forward with uncanny speed, it's hand plunging through her chest and wrapping tightly around her heart.
When it squeezes she sees an awful white light, bathing her entire body and somewhere she can hear herself screaming. Because she can feel death. Dying. And it is cold.
Roxy Spaulding|Gen13|OTA
(M/F for shippy stuff, OTA for platonic)
Okay so it's totally cheesy and dumb and sappy but as a natural romantic Roxy has wanted to ride the Tunnel of Love since she got here, especially since this Tunnel of Love actually looks nice. It doesn't smell like jizz and the water actually looks clean so she bounces into line excitedly. Of course she'd prefer to go on it with someone cute but hey at this point she's just happy to have the company.
"Which side of the swan boat do you want?" She asks, throwing you a grin.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
(CW: death, panic attack, anxiety)
It started out dumb and fun, like most haunted houses.
The cart is small and as it jostles forward Roxy laughs and points out that some of the rubber bats still have their price tags on them, the whole thing is reminiscent of a dollar store mixed with someone's haunted garage but that's okay, she's having fun.
Until she sees the gravestone.
Bathed in eerie green light she suddenly feels weirdly nervous looking at it and leans a little closer to her fellow traveler, almost shying away from it. "Omg a styrofoam graveyard. Soooo scary." She quips, her voice sounding much less bold and sarcastic as usual. It sounds almost scared. "You think they would-"
She's interrupted when something brushes past her face, unseen, but she reacts as if someone physically just touched her. Twisting around in the little cart. "What the fuck was that?" She demands, her eyes looking around wildly.
"Did you just feel that?"
She looks to her left and that's when she sees it, a shimmering white figure that is slowly approaching the now stalled cart. It doesn't walk as its feet are barely there, the whole thing is intangible and hurts her head to look at as it seems to shimmer in and out of focus. And yet she can't look away.
"...holy shit." She whispers and then suddenly the ghost leaps forward with uncanny speed, it's hand plunging through her chest and wrapping tightly around her heart.
When it squeezes she sees an awful white light, bathing her entire body and somewhere she can hear herself screaming.
Because she can feel death.
Dying.
And it is cold.