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Post by roxanne on Aug 3, 2009 20:57:26 GMT -5
ROXANNE & MARVIN
"Marvin, if you're going to come with me on walks, you've got to keep up."
The little tan and white puppy the young woman was speaking to perked up, his head tilting in that curious way that all puppies do when they're confused. The leash that was connecting him to her was at full length, as he had been sniffing about in the bushes beside the pathway. The young woman who was leading him gave him a sweet smile and said, "Come on, then, Marvin. Get moving." The puppy let out a cheerful yip and came bounding down the cement path towards her. His chocolate brown eyes were bright as he fell into a trot beside her, his small tail wagging restlessly in happiness. He was content and cheerful to be walking here, as he was walked every day. Little Marvin the dog made it seem so much like an adventure.
But to the young woman leading him, life was anything but an adventure.
Roxanne Taylor Locke wasn't exactly bored with her life, but it was true that she wanted it to be something a bit more than what it was. She wasn't a dreamer who wanted to go off on some big adventure and defeat the wicked witch of Oz. No, Roxie didn't want anything like that. She just wanted a normal life, which was her definition of more. Because her life was so strange, so... well, not normal, she even suspected there was probably a photographer somewhere around here taking sneak pictures of her from behind the trees. Because sadly, that was the way she was forced to live her life. With the media watching her every move, almost quite literally.
With her father being the head of Locke Enterprises, he already got a lot of attention. But because he was so immaculate, because his record was so spotless, the press was scrambling to find something that was wrong. So, most of the time, they'd go to his rambunctious teenage daughter who was just making her way through college - the time of life full of parties, drinking, and bad influences.
Now, all because she had the media on her tail didn't mean that Roxie had a spotless record. She was enjoying the college experience just like every other girl in America. Roxanne partied, and had even drunk once or twice - though her father never knew that. He knew about the partying though, because it was always all over the news and newspapers that Tyler Locke's daughter was caught partying. So many of the articles she was featured in would bash her lifestyle, and many of the writers inferred that she was a worthless prick who was rolling around in her daddy's money.
Which wasn't at all true.
"Marvin, I told you that you've got to keep up, you darned little thing. I can't stop every five minutes to let you sniff around for other peewee dogs. It cramps my style." Of course she was joking around, because she loved Marvin more than anyone else in the world - other than her father. Marvin was her only true friend at the moment, the only other thing in the world beside her father that didn't judge her by the tabloids or the papers. He was an innocent puppy. She couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart as he tottered towards her and stumbled over his own stubby legs. She giggled and crouched down to rub his little head in between his ears.
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Post by harrison oliver roberts on Aug 4, 2009 0:09:29 GMT -5
It was later in the day when Harry decided to go running for the first time he had the flu. He had waited a few days in order to do so because he didn't want to have a relapse while he did so or overwork himself- taking on work again was hard enough to do so already after being sick. He left his apartment in his running clothes late that morning, not really wanting to get out of bed that morning. He had worked the late closing shift last night so sleep was important first.
He decided to go to the park where he could people watch and still enjoy the area surrounding him. When Harry was in high school he ran track because he loved running that much, but once his father started making it be everything, he lost interest in it and joined soccer instead, though he was never the star he had been for track. Harry probably could've gone pro, but running was something he did more for himself and not to win. Once it became to be about winning, he quit. But he picked it up recently, realizing how much he had missed it. He missed the feel of the wind as it went against him and how the whole world just seem to fade out when you got in your own zone, you didn't really have to worry about times or anything. It didn't take Harry awhile to get into that zone, so that morning he wasn't really paying attention to the people around him as he usually did when running.
A few people had caught his eyes, and one of them in particular had been a girl with flaming red hair and a puppy at her side. He ran past them at first, but he suddenly slowed and turned around, feeling intrigued by them and headed over. A smile appeared on his lips as he caught the moment where the little brown furry pup tripped over his little legs and the girl had bent down to pet him. Harry felt awkward for just stepping over to somebody he didn't know. As he cautiously approached, the pup went over to him, and his heart immediately softened and he bent down as well, holding out his hand for him to sniff it. "Hey there, aren't you a cutie," he murmured before glancing up at its owner and felt stupid once again as he met the girl's eyes. He knew he should say something now though, so he held his hand out to greet her. "Hi, I'm Harrison... Harrison Roberts. I'm sorry for not knowing why I've stopped to come over, I just did," He explained, feeling a bit sheepish and rubbed the pups head while it licked his hand.
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Post by roxanne on Aug 6, 2009 20:26:07 GMT -5
Roxanne was tugging her little Welsh Corgi pup along, trying to ignore the few people that walked or jogged by them. Because, for the most part, a lot of them were giving her side glances and doubletakes. It wasn't exactly hard to recognize the face that had decorated so many of those local tabloids with a beer bottle up to her lips and a wild expression on her face. Then again, it also did take a lot for some people to notice her. The only fact that Roxie used to comfort herself was that not everybody read those lousy tabloids - the ones that made her look like a wild child who was rolling around in the dough her daddy had stacked in the bank vault.
Because, when it came right down to it, Roxanne could never take advantage of her father. She loved him too much, considering as he was the one parent who had taken the responsibility of raising her. She could never hurt him intentionally, and even when she did without meaning to... well, she felt horrible for it. Roxie wasn't the stereotypical rich girl, though sometimes she really did act like it. She didn't like spending a lot of money, unless it was to impress a boy. The one thing that could mark Rox as a classical rich chick was the fact that she loved flirting. Period. She was a firm believer in love, and also had decided years ago that if you didn't try out every boy, then what was the point of even trying to look for love?
Almost as if on cue, a boy with rather shaggy blond hair came up. Only, he hadn't come up to her specifically. To be more accurate, the young man came up to the rather half-spoiled puppy who happened to be wagging his tail at a million miles per hour. Roxie rolled her eyes, but there was a good-natured smile on her face as she observed the boy. It was her first, natural instinct to flirt with him - after all, he was rather cute. But, there was a distinctive air about him that seemed to scream 'TAKEN'. And since Roxanne wasn't one to really flirt with taken men, she merely smiled at him when he introduced himself.
"Aw, don't worry about it, Harrison. He's a cutie no matter how spoiled and obnoxious he is," Roxie said with a warm tone. She eyed her puppy with a glowing gaze and bent down to pet her own puppy as well, now eye level with Harrison. She smiled at him. "I'm Roxanne Locke, but everyone just calls me Roxie. And this troublemaker here, is Marvin." Roxie grinned down at Marvin now, who seemed to be busy licking Harrison's hand. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but it looks like Marvin's got it covered," she giggled then.
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Post by harrison oliver roberts on Aug 11, 2009 0:51:29 GMT -5
Harrison chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair as he often liked to do. brynne teased him about this obsession, but it was more of a habit, he really couldn't help it sometimes in the moment of things. When the girl smiled at him warmly when he introduced himself, he immediately liked her. Most girls usually either acted really weird at times like these, or they just acted like he was an idiot, and most of the times he probably was. Or had been, he didn't really do this as much anymore. There had to be a reason why Harry suddenly stopped, and it was more her than the little pup that stopped him, though he wasn't sure why.
"Aw, don't worry about it, Harrison. He's a cutie no matter how spoiled and obnoxious he is," Harry grinned and looked back down at the pup, knowing he'd have to agree to that as well. He was a big softie when it came to dogs. He always wished for a dog though his mother claimed to be allergic to them. However when he and brynne brought Gatsby, the Great Dane dog over once, she absentmindedly petted him like mad while the three had been having a conversation. So he didn't really know what the idea was behind that. But he didn't really have to worry since now that he lived with brynne, Gatsby and Cat were like his own pets, though they always had been. Cat always disliked Harry for some reason and always knew when to hide from him before he came, and Harry liked to accuse brynne of whispering to Cat and letting him know he was coming. It was silly, he knew, but the two were old friends, they did the whole sillyness and random things often. "I'm Roxanne Locke, but everyone just calls me Roxie. And this troublemaker here, is Marvin." He glanced up at her as she introduced himself and smiled again. " That's a very fitting name for you, Roxanne Locke," he couldnt help but admit. The puppy was licking his hand when she spoke again. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but it looks like Marvin's got it covered," He laughed easily at this. "It appears so!" He stood up and held out a hand that hadnt been getting dog slober on to shake hers with. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm not going to say this to be out of line or mean it in any other way than just a compliment, but your hair its gorgeous. How do you pull that red shade off?"
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