MID-MARCH. SATURDAY MORNING
Toronto, Canada
[1:00 pm: Cifer's House]
The birds chirped in the large tree outside, occasionally being overshadowed by the sounds of cars passing through, their engines humming in the distance. Amidst the urban life, there was a serene quality in the air, as if the atmosphere around took a deep breath and exhaled tranquility.
In the middle of the bustling streets was a large house, its color is a brilliant shade of white.
Sizzle~~~
Inside, the savory scent of garlic and onions filled the air as ingredients sizzled and popped in the hot skillet, orchestrating a melody of flavors. Cifer, wearing a magenta apron adorned in floral patterns, stood by the stove. His apron, with its whimsical design, seemed at odds with his rugged appearance and weary presence.
CIFER POWERS
27 YEARS OLD
STATUS: IN A GOOD MOOD
Ring~~~ Ring~~~
His focus was broken by a ringing phone, making him stop what he was currently doing. But as he was about to make his way to the living room to answer the call, he spots a small figure making her way there herself. So, he just carried on cooking, ignoring it completely.
ROXANNE RICHTER
24 YEARS OLD
STATUS: HUNGRY
Roxanne Richter: "The hell is this?"
Her voice was sharp and sounded annoyed.
Roxanne Richter: "Uhuh… Yeah he's here."
As Cifer was about to finish cooking, just needing some finishing touches, he listened in on his friend as she was talking on the phone. Though he got startled a bit when she yelled out.
Roxanne Richter: "Oi Cif! It's yours!"
she exclaimed, tossing the phone towards him with precision.
Cifer Powers: "Take over for a bit."
In sync with her motion, Cifer flicked the metal spatula towards her, timing it with the moment she tossed the phone.
With seamless coordination and reflex, they caught their respective items, Cifer cradling the phone to his ear as he leaned on the kitchen counter while Roxanne walked past him to tend to the stove.
Cifer Powers: "You know me, who's this?"
He says, the words flowed naturally as if a habitual response.
—Cifer… sniff…
From the other end of the line, he hears the soft sound of a girl crying, making him shift his tone.
Cifer Powers: "Knives?"
—Sniff… He… He… Waah~
Cifer Powers: "Knives? What's wrong?"
—Please… I… I…
Cifer Powers: "What happened? Where's your brother?"
—NO!
Suddenly her voice shot up, though it wasn't loud enough to make Cifer pull back, it still startled him a bit.
—Please don't tell him… please… sniff…
From the urgency in her voice, Cifer couldn't help but comply.
Ha…
He sighs, torn between his friendship with her brother and concern for her well-being.
Cifer Powers: "Fine, I won't tell him. But you better tell me where you are."
Though he tried to sound stern, his worry was still obvious.
—Sniff… I'm at… sniff… I'm at the Reference Library…
Cifer Powers: "Alright, I'll be there in a bit. Just sit tight by the entrance."
—Mhm… ok…
With a reassuring tone, she ended the call from her side.
When the call ended, Cifer hooked the phone back on the handset base on the wall. He quickly turns to look at his friend who was setting the table on the dining table just on the side of the kitchen, beside him.
His friend just grumbles while putting stir fry vegetables from the skillet to the white plates, carefully as to not spill. The aroma of the still warm food tempted Cifer to take a seat and indulge, but he shook his head and reached behind to untie his apron.
Cifer Powers: "Hey Rox, mind getting my phone and wallet in my room?"
He says as he unties the knot on his apron and sets it on the countertop in the middle of the kitchen.
Roxanne Richter: "Why should I? I already set the table."
Cifer Powers: "Come on, I'm in a rush"
Roxanne Richter: "Grr… Bah! Fine."
She grumbles as she stomps her way towards the second floor.
Cifer, already well dressed in jeans and a plain gray shirt, made his way to the second living room next to the kitchen. He reached for the white sweater draped over the sofa's arm, slipping it on before heading towards the door.
Reaching the doorway, he paused to slip on a pair of sleek, black boots that complimented his casual wear, bending down and taking a knee to tie it's laces.
Just as he finishes tying the laces of his shoes, he hears thumping footsteps behind him. When he turns his head, he sees Roxanne who finally made her way downstairs, his wallet and phone in hand.
Roxanne Richter: "Here."
She tossed the two items towards the still-bent-over Cifer, though he still managed to deftly catch the items with both his hands despite his position.
Cifer Powers: "Thanks, I'll get going now."
Standing up, he tucked his wallet in his back pocket and his phone in his right pocket.
Reaching the handle, he turned it with a click, letting the ray of sunshine inside the house as he opened the door. Stepping out, he paused, turning his head to look back at his friend silently waiting for him to depart.
Cifer Powers: "Leave some food for me, I'll be back soon"
Roxanne Richter: "No. Starve yourself."
Without giving a retort, he simply smiled at her before closing the door behind him, leaving Roxanne alone with the cat inside the house.
Outside, Cifer felt the chilly wind breeze against his face making him shiver a bit. Taking a deep breath, the crisp air filled his lunch as he stretched his legs and arms. Then with a sense of urgency, he broke into a brisk run, his heavy footsteps echoing against the pavement as he dashed towards the direction of the library.
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[Just a few minutes later. Toronto Reference Library]
Natural light streamed through expansive glass walls, casting a warm, inviting glow over the sleek, modern interior. High ceilings and open sightlines gave the large building a sense of freedom and space, while rows of pristine white bookshelves stretched in every direction. Comfortable seating areas, thoughtfully placed throughout the building, each of them equipped with green-shaded lamps casting cozy pools of light on tables, making the visitors immerse themselves with what they're doing.
Entering through one of the building's many glass doors, a man with disheveled gray hair, sweating and panting, scanned the surroundings as he walks towards the entry gates, his thumping footsteps muffled by the carpeted flooring, his eyes darting around as if looking for someone.
Stopping right between the entry and exit gates, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials a number.
Brrring. Brrring.
He looks at his phone's screen as it rings, Cifer's thoughts wandered absently across the bustling space as his phone continues to vibrate with each ring. Yet, his thoughts immediately pulled back to him when he felt a gentle tug on the sleeve of his sweater.
Turning to his right, Cifer's eyes fell upon a figure huddled close to him, holding onto his sleeve. A young girl, her head bowed in quiet distress, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, framed by the collar of her green track jacket. Her solemn presence contrasted the lively hues of her outfit — the faded green jacket, subdued gray of her pants, and the spark of yellow from her backpack.
KNIVES CHAU
17 YEARS OLD
STATUS: VERY HEARTBROKEN
Sniff…
Knives Chau: "I… I don't… I don't want to go home…"
She sniffles, her attempts to hold back her tears evident in the tremor of her voice and the subtle quiver of her breath. It was as if she had already weathered a storm of tears before his arrival, yet now she's currently fighting a new torrent of emotions that was about to flood her.
Ha…
Cifer sighs, turning his body to face Knives. Though she still doesn't look at him and just leans her head on his chest without a word.
Cifer Powers: "You hungry? I'll buy you lunch."
He offers, his voice soothing to hear for her which eventually calms down her quivering.
Though Knives just remained silent, her response was a simple nod, the fabric of Cifer's sweater rustling as she moved her head.
Respecting Knives' decision to stay silent, Cifer doesn't press her to speak. Instead, he turned and walked slowly back to the building's doors, his steps slow to make sure Knives didn't feel rushed. Knives only followed silently, her head bowed and her hand clutching the soft fabric of his sleeve, keeping a quiet presence at his side.
They exited together, stepping out of the building and into the bustling streets. The doors almost closed softly behind them before being opened by other people, entering, and exiting the building themselves. Cifer glanced down at Knives for a bit before continuing walking, keeping silent as she followed closely behind him.
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[Alberta Avenue. Same time]
At the end of the tranquil streets, amidst the cold breeze of the wind and the distinct sound of chirping birds and chattering people, stood a house pulsating with warmth. Inside, a spacious room hummed with life, its walls adorned with lights and speakers, a large well-designed carpet covered most of the flooring. A well-worn couch was conveniently placed against the wall, providing a perfect vantage point for the lone observer to view the room.
At the heart of the room, three other people were fiddling with their respective instruments. Their chatting mixed in with the sound of strumming strings and beating of drums.
Kimberly Pine: "You broke up with your highschool girlfriend?"
The disinterested sounding girl in a tracksuit jacket spoke up, her tone as unenthusiastic as her demeanor, as if repeating what her friend just said as she casually tapped the cymbal of her drum set.
KIMBERLY PINE
23 YEARS OLD
STATUS: DOESN'T ACTUALLY CARE
Stephen Stills: "It's been what? A few days since you introduced her to us?"
A scruffy man in a flannel shirt chimed in, his voice slightly gravelly as he tuned his guitar.
STEPHEN STILLS
22 YEARS OLD
STATUS: CURIOUS BUT DOESN'T CARE
Scott Pilgrim: "Don't worry about that, in a few days I'll let you meet my new girlfriend."
The man in a red ringer shirt declared, his voice brimming with youthful bravado and careless energy as he mindlessly strummed his bass.
SCOTT PILGRIM
23 YEARS OLD
STATUS: OBSESSED
Scott Pilgrim: "When I find her… Haha…"
Scott added, lowering his voice.
The others ignored him, one focusing on his video game, the other just strumming his guitar. Kimberly, however, felt the need to ask.
Kimberly Pine: "WHEN you find her?"
Scott Pilgrim: "I don't actually know who she is yet. But I'll probably see her soon when I get my package."
He just smiles, remaining optimistic at such uncertainty.
Kimberly Pine: "Wow~ you broke up with your highschool girlfriend for a chick you don't even know… What you did is just genius."
She says casually, though with obvious sarcasm.
Scott Pilgrim: "Thank you Kim. I guess it was. I don't know what Cif was worrying about."
Scott responded enthusiastically, her sarcasm flying right over his head.
Stephen, who was tuning his guitar the entire time, finally stood up, slinging the strap over his shoulder.
Stephen Stills: "Alright, Scott's failure of a love life aside. We need to practice a lot more now."
He announced as he set up the microphone right by Kimberly's drums.
Kimberly Pine: "Are we not playing a lot anyway? What's the point of playing more than what we already do?"
Stephen Stills: "I finally got us a show. Well, Julie did. But the point is we'll be playing on stage."
Scott Pilgrim: "Oh yeah?"
Kimberly Pine: "We in the industry call them 'Gigs' Stephen"
After setting up Kimberly's microphone, Stephen sets up his own as well.
Stephen Stills: "It's on Wednesday at the Rockit. I overheard Julie on her phone talking to the owner asking her if she knew anyone that was in a band. So, I told her-"
Scott Pilgrim: "Great story, man"
Scott interrupted, seemingly uninterested.
Kimberly Pine: "How did you even convince Julie? Don't we suck?"
Scott Pilgrim: "Who are we even playing with?"
Ignoring Kimberly's question, Stephen ponders Scott's for a bit, trying to remember the band's name with a 'hmmm…' vibrating through his throat.
Stephen Stills: "I think it was… Crash and the Boys."
Scott Pilgrim: "That one band with Crash? And those boys? Ugh… I hate them."
Scott expresses his displeasure, in a kind of overexaggerated way. Though it seems he doesn't exactly know them.
Stephen Stills: "Well, they're pretty good so we have to up our game. Let's try a warm up for now. Kim?"
Kimberly nods when called, Stephen wears his bass strap over his shoulder. Though the other person still hasn't taken his eyes off his game.
The three of them take a deep breath as they prepare themselves, letting out an exhale to relax themselves. Scott and Stephen place their picks on their respective instruments, ready to strum as soon as they are given the signal to start. Kimberly takes another deep breath and raises her drumsticks overhead, tapping it together as she screamed at the top of her lungs:
Kimberly Pines: "WE! ARE SEX BOB-OMB! 1! 2! 3! 4!"
The room exploded into a cacophony of sound. Scott's bass reverberated with deep, throbbing pulses, Stephen's guitar added a raw, unfiltered layer of melody, and Kimberly's drumming pounded out a relentless rhythm.
The energy was electric, their individual voices melded into a singular force. The music filled every corner of the room the band played, Stephen's lead vocals brimming with gritty intensity. Scott and Kimberly's harmonies provided a dynamic counterpoint, their voices blending seamlessly with Stephen's and creating a rich, layered sound.
The music echoes to the outside of the room, completely invading the serene atmosphere of the streets. But they continued, feeling the intensity of their music directly and ignoring everything else.
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[KFC in Yonge Street. Just a few minutes since Cifer left the Library with Knives]
An unlikely duo sat in a corner booth, their trays laden with their orders of two-piece chicken and fries, accompanied by large cokes sweating with condensation. However, only one of them seemed to be eating, and she didn't even look a tad bit happy.
Knives picked at her food; her appetite being subdued by the emotional weight of the heartbreak. Despite the delicious aroma and savory flavors, her bites were small and hesitant, a very stark contrast to the hearty enjoyment of the people around them. Her eyes were now hollow, her tears from before already dried up, but she remained silent, fearing that speaking might force a new wave of emotions that could overwhelm her.
Across from her, Cifer observed her quietly, unsure of how to comfort her. He felt inadequate; even if he had the best intentions, he felt ill-equipped, despite offering to be there for her, when all came down to it, he could not utter a word. After all, this was basically uncharted territory for him, his experience few and he thought unrelated. He would even go as far as to say his sister is better suited for something like this.
Yet, Cifer thought he should still stay with her until she calmed down. Hoping his silent presence was enough to be a source of comfort for her.
They both sat in silence for an hour, Cifer the entire time observed Knives as she slowly finished her food, and even ate his. Finishing both their meals Cifer finally found words to say, though he couldn't offer comfort he could at least offer advice.
Cifer Powers: "Look Knives…"
He calls out to the spaced-out Knives, making her finally look up at him. Her eyes red from having her emotions burst out of her a while ago.
Cifer Powers: "I can't even begin to imagine how hard this is for you. Just give yourself some time to think about things alone, you can talk to me then, ok?"
That was all he could offer her, time. Even Cifer was disappointed with his advice, a 27-year-old was telling a young girl something very common.
Knives Chau: "Mhm…"
Though it seemed that was enough for Knives as she nodded in reply.
Cifer Powers: "We should get you home, I'll give your brother a call. You should… wash up for now."
Knives Chau: "Mmm…"
Knives nodded, standing up and turning for the restroom in the restaurant. Cifer leaned back in his chair and took out his phone, dialing his friend's number as he thought about the next steps to take.
Brrring. Brrring.
—Hey Cif! Rare for you to call first, what's up?
A very loud and cheerful, but deep voice on the other end of the line greeted him, a contrast to the emotional situation he is dealing with currently.
Cifer Powers: "Hey, listen. I'm actually with your sister right now."
—Oh? I thought she was with that Scott guy.
Cifer Powers: "About that…"
He contemplated a bit, knowing how overprotective he was of his sister he didn't want to tell him. But he decided to just do it anyway, thinking it's for him to understand his sister needs some alone time currently, and so he doesn't pester her when she's in such an emotional state.
Cifer Powers: "Things kind of happen. Can you pick her up? we're at that KFC I used to work at"
—Sure thing. I'll be there in a couple minutes, I'm actually nearby.
Cifer Powers: "Oh yeah, and give her some space to think about things, will you? Knowing you, you might scold her again."
—Fine, fine. I gotta hang up now before the light turns green. See you in a bit.
Cifer Powers: "See you in a bit"
With that, Cifer ended the call and tucked his phone back in his pocket. He glanced around the bustling restaurant, with a faint sense of both worry and relief. 'She's gonna be ok' He told himself 'She just needs time to think about things'.
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[2:30-ish pm: Markham Street]
Cifer was strolling leisurely along the bustling street, a sharp contrast to the quieter streets near his home. The area was alive with activity, with throngs of people navigating the maze of stores nestled beneath a sprawling landmark building that spanned an entire block. As he walked, his attention was drawn to a particular store where he noticed a familiar figure just outside of it. He had to squint his eyes as he walked closer to get a good look at them and took notice that they were locking up the store.
As he finally got closer to see them properly, he was able to make out the details a bit more clearly—a girl in a green turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. Her fair skin glowed in the afternoon light, creating a striking contrast with her dark hair. When he was close enough, he called out to her.
Cifer Powers: "Hollie!"
At the sound of her name, she straightened up and turned to face him. As she did, her short hair's unique style became more apparent to him. Her side bangs framed her face elegantly, with two strands hanging on each side, gently swaying when she moved her head. The lower body of her head swayed sideways, while the front swayed forward, creating an eye-catching effect for Cifer.
Her pure black eyes, accentuated by a touch of purple eye shadow, met his gaze. Despite her apathetic expression at first, when she saw him, she gave a smile.
HOLLIE HAWKES
26 YEARS OLD
STATUS: CRAVING ICED TEA
Hollie Hawkes: "Cif! What brings you here?"
She asked casually, though her tone seemed apathetic, her voice was alluring, and her greeting was warm.
Cifer Powers: "Just… a walk. Needed to think about things."
Hollie raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite her outward detachment.
Hollie Hawkes: "Isn't thinking all you do anyway? What's up this time?"
Cifer Powers: "Well… It's kind of complicated. Wait, simple. Actually… I don't even know."
Cifer, visibly confused, couldn't figure out what to say. Hollie, seeing her friend struggle, just shrugged, and let out a soft chuckle, leaving an expression of simple joy behind her apathy.
Hollie Hawkes: "Let's just talk while we walk, I want to get home now anyway."
Understanding Cifer's confusion, she starts walking, and lets him take his time to talk. Cifer, seeing her walk first, catches up and walks beside her matching her pace.
Cifer Powers: "How's the video store been?"
He asked, still unsure how to voice what was on his mind, trying a different topic to get the conversation started.
Hollie Hawkes: "Surviving, at least. Julie never showed up today though, know where she's at?"
Cifer Powers: "She called in this morning saying something about a show at Rockit in a few days. She's probably there to plan things out."
Hollie Hawkes: "It's basically another party of hers. Doesn't she get tired of it?"
she asked, her tone uninterested, though she was grateful for the conversation.
Cifer Powers: "Probably not."
He shrugged, equally clueless about how his sister thinks.
Cifer Powers: "But it seems it's gotten less than back then. I do hope she gets bored of it though."
Hollie Hawkes: "Tell me about it. But it does give us an excuse to drink, so it's not all bad."
Cifer Powers: "I could use one right now… Ha…"
He starts feeling disheartened, remembering what Knives was going through a while ago.
Hollie Hawkes: "I can tell something is obviously bothering you. Mind sharing?"
She asks, not oblivious to how stressed he looks.
Cifer Powers: "I just felt… Lacking you know?"
His dejection is apparent by the tone of his voice.
Cifer Powers: "There was this girl, Knives. And she just went through a really tough breakup for her."
Hollie Hawkes: "Mhm~"
She only responded with a nod. Though she had no idea who Knives was.
Cifer Powers: "I mean, I'm glad she came to rely on me when she's dealing with feelings"
Contrary to her disinterested facial expression, she's listening quite attentively. Cifer, who has known her for a long time is well-aware of this trait of hers and kept going.
Cifer Powers: "But all I was able to do was like offer her food and give such dumb advice. Like 'give it time'? Really? Disappointing. isn't it?"
Hollie Hawkes: "I mean it's not even bad advice, I don't know what's getting you worked up."
Cifer Powers: "I don't know… Just feels like I should've been able to do something else… Ha…"
He sighs, it was apparent to his face at how much it affected him looking back on it.
Hollie Hawkes: "Listen Cifer, there are times where it's better not to say anything, less you say something they don't want to hear."
Though her apathetic sounding voice made her seem heartless, Cifer does show she cares and was listening attentively.
Hollie Hawkes: "Plus, you being there was probably all that she needs."
Cifer Powers: "You think?"
He asks, unsure if what she said was true.
Hollie Hawkes: "Course it is. I can guarantee that at least."
She said while giving Cifer a smile to assure him.
Cifer Powers: "I guess… Thanks…"
Hollie Hawkes: "Not really something you need to thank me for. Just glad you were able to speak your mind."
Cifer felt like a bit of weight was lifted off his shoulders. Though he still feels disheartened, he understands what his friend is saying and wants to thank her.
Cifer Powers: "Still, you should let me buy you a drink if we get a chance."
Hollie Hawkes: "Buy me a drink? You? Hahaha. Funny thing to hear from someone who works in a bar."
She lets out a soft laugh, but she appreciates his offer.
They both stop walking as soon as they reach a crossroad. Cifer looked up to see the walk signal still read, Hollie just poked his shoulder to get his attention which made him look down.
Hollie Hawkes: "Well, I'll keep that offer in mind. I'm heading this way."
She says as she points in the opposite direction.
Cifer Powers: "Oh yeah sure, see you around?"
Hollie Hawkes: "Sure. See you around."
She says, waving Cifer goodbye before walking off in the opposite direction. As she did, her hips swayed gently, each step fluid, catching Cifer's eye as she watched her walk off. Though when she was already a distance away, Cifer still seems to have something to say.
Cifer Powers: "Thanks for the talk! I needed it!"
He said a bit loudly so she could hear. Hollie turned her head around and raised her hand up to wave again, her apathetic expression brightened up before turning back and walking off.
Cifer, after seeing her walk off, went back to look at the signal, which was now green, he crossed the road with the rest of the crowd. His heart feels lighter, but the weight is still there, at the same time guilt as he remembered the person who told Scott to break up with Knives was him in the first place.
Ha…
He could only let out a sigh as he wiped his palm over his face. He decided to take his time to get home so he could think, think of what to do, what to feel, and what to make of everything that happened so far.
For Cifer, everything was mute for a bit. He ignored the sounds of engines throttling, people chattering and animals barking or chirping. He kept to himself the entire walk home, he ignored the time and the space, only noticing people enough to not bump into them. Afterall, he's letting his thoughts speak loudly inside his head the entire time, something he was very much used to.
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[4:00 pm, Cifer's house]
While Cifer was out figuring things out, back at his house, things were quite peaceful. With the curtains drawn, preventing light from the setting sun from entering. The only light source present was coming from the flickering television, where his friend was flicking through the channels, a cat lay next to her, napping contently as she gently stroked its back.
ROXANNE RICHTER
24 YEARS OLD
STATUS: BORED
Ha…
She sighs, boredom evident on her face as she's slouched deeper into the couch cushions. After Cifer left she basically went to eat, contrary to what she told him when he left. She did, in fact, leave him something in the fridge. Now, she's just bored out of her mind waiting for him to get home.
Roxanne Richter: "Maybe I should've gone with him… Nah…"
She mused, but quickly dismissed the thought. Though she's close with Cifer, his friends are a different story. When they were in college, she really only hung out with Cifer's friends whenever he was there, she could never feel as comfortable with them as she was with him.
Setting the remote aside, she picked up the cat, cradling it gently. The cat stirred awake, its eyes fluttering open, but it remained calm in her arms, not even bothering to struggle.
Roxanne Richter: "Why the hell is your owner always so goddamn busy, kitty?"
she asked the cat, raising it above her and looking into its golden sleepy eyes. The cat yawned widely, its tiny jaws stretching open, then settled back into its sleepy state, clearly uninterested in her.
Roxanne Richter: "Son of a bitch hasn't changed since college."
Roxanne grumbles as she sets the cat down on her torso where it nestled comfortably, its hair sticking to the black cloth of her shirt.
She picked the remote beside her back up and started flicking through the channels again. She goes through as much as she can until she finds something of interest, or until the channels run out.
As she stares blankly at the flickering screen, a passing thought suddenly comes to her mind.
'It was quite big…' she thought, thinking of the scar she saw that night.
It definitely stood out to her, it didn't look like something from a blade or a weapon she knew. For her, it seemed more likely to be from an accident that happened after they separated from college.
After thinking about his scar for a bit, her thoughts suddenly shift to what else happened that night. Her face suddenly turned red, and she suddenly felt hot.
Roxanne Richter: "Graaaaah!!! No No No! Dammit!"
She shot up, scaring the cat awake and running off her as she flailed on the couch while raking her hands through her hair.
Roxanne Richter: "Ugh~ Why do I have to remember that shit now?!"
She groaned, burying her face in her hands and slumping back on the couch, feeling both embarrassed and frustrated. She frees her face from her palms and looks up the ceiling, seemingly calming down only to furrow her eyebrows again in annoyance.
Roxanne Richter: "But why the hell is he acting like nothing happened?"
The cat sitting on her side just stared at her as she talked to herself, now wide awake.
Roxanne was frustrated by the fact that it not only got on her nerves every time she was reminded of it, but for the fact that it did not seem like her friend was even a tad bit bothered by what happened between them. He acted so normally for her that even she started acting as if nothing happened.
She calmed down again, picking up the remote on the floor and flicking through the channels, but it seems her frustration got the better of her as she started feeling drowsy.
Ha~~~
She lets out a yawn, her weariness evident. The cat crawled back on top of her and laid down, attempting to nap again. Roxanne's eyes started to close, she turned the television off and placed the remote back down beside her.
There, in the darkened room, Roxanne slowly succumbed to sleep. Silence befell the room, the cat snuggled comfortably on top of Roxanne as she remained still, breathing steadily, remaining as the only subtle sound in the large space.
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[??? Years Ago. ???]
The weather was quite dark, the sky was sobbing, inside the building a room remained in silence, with only the sound of rain hitting the windows reverberating around the room.
Sitting by the window, looking out with an expression of sorrow. Though she had no tears running down her face, her dejection was clear from her eyes. They were lacking the vibrant color of mahogany, they felt faded and hollow.
ROXANNE RICHTER
AGE UNKNOWN
STATUS: UNKNOWN
She looked back into the room, and outside the door she saw another woman talking to someone else. She couldn't hear them, she couldn't hear much of anything, she could only stare at them as they talked to each other.
Amidst the duo, her gaze gravitated towards the girl. With hair that mirrored the color of cherry blossoms. A navy-blue collared shirt hugged her frame, its lower hem playfully tied, showing a glimpse of her midriff.
UNKNOWN
AGE UNKNOWN
STATUS: UNKNOWN
She was chatting with another person until they picked up a box and walked off. The girl stayed for a bit and glanced back into the room, seeing if she had left anything, her gaze stopping at Roxanne.
Roxanne Richter: "Ah…"
Roxanne, upon seeing her glance at her direction, tried to say something. But as if something was stuck in her throat, nothing came out. So, she just kept silent, she didn't know what to say or what to do, she couldn't even shed a tear or scream just to let out her emotions.
The girl, after staring at Roxanne for a bit, tried to say something as well. But, for some reason she stopped herself before a sound could even come out and just stared at her until she was called.
Hearing it, she turned her back, giving a slight wave before disappearing from Roxanne's view.
Roxanne, who could not speak a word or move a muscle, could only look down.
'Shit…' She could only think one word.
Her mind wasn't clear, but it was empty, as if it was swept clean. She didn't know how to let out what she was feeling, in the first place she did not know what to feel, she only knew she didn't feel good.
Upon hearing an engine being cranked up, she looked out again. There, she sees a truck driving off, managing to see through its open window and spot the girl.
When the truck was out of sight, she was alone.
'Ah…' She thought
'I'm alone now…' She thought it would've been painful, but she just feels nothing.
She felt something wet drop to her thigh.
Roxanne Richter: "I must've left the window open…"
She mumbled as she checked the window, only to see if it was closed all the way.
She double checked until another drop of water dripped to her thighs. Then, as if the world was telling her to stop, she looks at her reflection in the window. Tears were flowing from her eyes, not drops, but as if rivers were flowing.
'Ah…' she couldn't let out a word, but she knows…
Roxanne Richter: "Ah…"
She knows what it was…
She thought she couldn't feel it, she thought she was wrong, she thought it was just her imagination. But this confirmed it for her…
Roxanne Richter: "Haha… Ha… Ha… Ah…"
And, as if everything went silent, she let out a broken scream. Though it wasn't loud, for her it was the only thing she could hear.
She cried, as if letting everything out. She fell to her knees and cried her heart out. She cried upon learning, no… upon realizing, the now cozy dorm she was in felt large. She was alone, she was left alone.
No words, no comfort, no thoughts, she could only let out her torrent of emotions as she was forced to accept it. The one she loves has left her alone. Sharing no words, just a glance, not even a goodbye…
Right now, she could only think about how it hurts, how it hurts differently from physical wounds. She sobbed and cried on the floor as night befell, it was the only thing she could do… the only thing left for her to do for now…
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[11:00 pm. Cifer's House]
It was dark out. Though the lights were out, the television and lamp provided enough light to provide vision but at the same time for it to not be too bright.
Roxanne stirred from her sleep; her senses still foggy as she slowly became more aware of her surroundings. She found herself leaning on something, but since she felt comfortable, she snuggled up closer to it, even grabbing on it. She felt warm as if being wrapped up in something.
Then she realized. It wasn't as if she's being wrapped up in something, she was literally being wrapped in something. She slowly opens her eyes to see herself wrapped up in a blanket.
Hm…?
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she scanned her surroundings, her confusion visible as she noticed the television was turned on. She distinctly remembered switching it off before dozing off.
???: "If you're awake, mind getting off now."
A voice made her sharpen her consciousness, both familiar and weary.
The gentle tone drew her attention, and as she turned her gaze, she found her gray-haired friend seated beside her, his eyes fixed on the screen. A moment of realization washed over her as she realized she was clinging to his arm and snuggling beside him.
She unwraps her arms around his and backs off to the corner of the couch, both surprised and embarrassed.
Cifer Powers: "Nightmare?"
He asked, though instead of curiosity his voice seemed to be worried.
Roxanne Richter: "The hell?"
Though Roxanne seemed clueless at what he meant.
Cifer Powers: "You kept mumbling in your sleep."
As he spoke, he put down the remote on the table in front of them, his attention fully on her now as he turned his head towards her.
Cifer Powers: "Also…"
he adds, reaching his hand out towards her, and Roxanne, uncertain of his intentions, just lets it happen.
With a gentle touch, Cifer cupped Roxanne's cheek, lifting her face a bit to meet his faze. Feeling both confused and embarrassed at her friend's actions she was frozen, her cheek flushing red with embarrassment.
Roxanne Richter: "What the hell do yo-"
Cifer Powers: "You're tearing up quite a bit"
Before she could even voice her bewilderment, Cifer managed to interject softly. She felt his thumb brushing away traces of tears that had escaped her eyes. She felt his gesture to be both comforting and unexpected.
'This little…' She thought, hiding her embarrassment with annoyance.
Roxanne Richter: "I never said you could touch my face"
She flicks Cifer's hand away, though it seems he didn't mind it one bit as he just gives her a warm smile.
Seeing that she was doing fine, Cifer rose from his seat, stretching his arms up with a subtle crack in his joints.
Cifer Powers: "If you're fine, then I'm heading to bed. I still have work tomorrow."
Roxanne Richter: "On a Sunday?"
She questions, arching an eyebrow. Considering what she knows from the two weeks she's lived here; he has never worked on a Sunday.
Cifer Powers: "Yeah, I'm helping out with the church ceremony tomorrow. And Butch asked me to help out with his store again."
Roxanne Richter: "Oh right. Well, I'm heading out tomorrow as well, I need to check out a few places."
She mentions while folding the blanket neatly and places it beside her.
Cifer Powers: "If you need help, just give me a call."
Roxanne Richter: "As if I'd need your help."
Roxanne scoffed, though she was appreciative of his offer.
Cifer Powers: "Hehe. The offer's available if you ever need it."
Cifer chuckled softly as he made his way towards the stairs, though he stopped short in front of it as if remembering something.
Cifer Powers: "Oh yeah, I made you dinner since I figured you haven't eaten yet. Just heat it up"
He remembered and informed her before ascending the stairs, leaving Roxanne in the living room with the television on.
She hears his soft footsteps upstairs and clicks on a door before completely disappearing. Left alone with the cat, she makes her way towards the kitchen and flicks the switch on the wall to turn the lights on. She opened one of the fridge's doors beside the counter on the wall, its light turning on inside. There, neatly placed on the front of the fridge's top shelf, was a singular ceramic white plate.
Roxanne Richter: "This one…?"
She mumbles, seemingly unsure due to how much food was actually inside the fridge. Though she focuses on the ceramic plate with a note sticking on it. She checks it and confirms what's written, when she reads her name written in neat handwriting, she smiles a bit as she takes out the plate.
Roxanne Richter: "He doesn't look like it, but he sure can cook…"
On the plate was a serving of chicken alfredo, the creamy sauce glistening under the fridge lights. She walks around the middle counter, towards the other side of the kitchen where the microwave is. She opens it and puts the cold food in a microwave, closing it and setting the timer to three minutes.
She sat down on one of the stools beside the counter and waited. She settled into the comfortable silence of the kitchen; her thoughts drifted for a moment as she waited for her meal to warm up.
Nyaa~
Roxanne Richter: "What in the?!"
Roxanne's head snapped up in surprise as a large cat leaped onto the counter beside her. However, any shock immediately melted away as she saw the adorable visitor. With a smile, she extended her hand towards the feline, which regarded her cautiously before nuzzling her palm. Feeling its soft fur, Roxanne runs her hand across its back.
She plays with the cat for a few minutes as she waits for her food to be ready. Now wide awake after a good nap, though she could not remember what her dream was even about it, she assumed it was important if it made her shed tears. But she shrugs it off, thinking there was no point if she can't remember it.
The silence of the night being disturbed by the subtle laughter of Roxanne playing with the cat. Cifer was already knocked out upstairs, laying on his bed like a lifeless corpse.
Then a passing thought came to her mind 'I wonder why Cifer works a lot…' but shrugs it off thinking it was none of her business.
After a few minutes, she hears the microwave's alarm and takes out her now warm food, eating it with enjoyment as the cat just stares at her, possibly wanting a bite itself. Though Roxanne doesn't give it some despite it acting cute.
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[1:00 pm. Monday afternoon. Somewhere in Alberta Avenue]
Swish. Swish. Swish
It was a chilly afternoon; the wind was stronger than usual, and clouds obscured the sunlight. The clear sounds of rollerblades whirring against the pavement echoed through the quiet streets of Toronto.
She wore goggles to shield her eyes from the brisk wind. A black hoodie peeked out from beneath her zipped up brown jacket, paired with a blue skirt and purple stocking. A necklace adorned her neck, as if tightly wrapping around it.
RAMONA FLOWERS
AGE UNKNOWN
STATUS: WORKING
She was going house to house at speed, knocking on different doors and giving different people their packages. Though at times she just leaves others at their porch in a hurry.
While skating the streets she grabs a small package from her bag.
Ramona Flowers: "Wallace Wells…"
She sped up as soon as she saw the address, realizing it was just nearby. She checked the numbers on the house doors as she whizzed past them.
Ramona Flowers: "63… 64… 66… Huh?"
She counts, coming to an abrupt stop. Confused, she double checks the houses and the package, even rechecking a few times more. Convinced she was in the right place, she looked around, trying to spot what she might've missed.
Ramona Flowers: "65, 65, 65. Ah?"
She spotted it then—a narrow space between the staircases of two houses a door was tucked in. Ramona couldn't help but think 'Hobbit Hole?'
She checked to confirm if the number on the door matched the address on the package.
With a sigh of relief, she rang the doorbell.
Ding Do- Click! Bam!
Ramona Flowers: "Huh?"
Ramona exclaimed as the door burst open before the doorbell even finished ringing, catching her off guard. Out stepped a guy with short, tawny hair and thick eyebrows, wearing a light blue ringer shirt.
SCOTT PILGRIM
23 YEARS OLD
STATUS: OBSESSED