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The park had always been one of the more favorable places to go-- it seemed quite boring to the naked eye, filled with nothing but plants and flowers to ogle at. Certainly, when a five-year-old was brought here, there was nothing to do. parents had no apparent problem with dragging their kids around to obvious torture. Besides, it was only especially fun when the weather was nice. Then you could find some sort of joy in the flowers and the sunshine. It was an ugly day, however, today. Really ugly. Why the fuck did God have to create such a thing as clouds? It seemed like a foolish endeavor. If the sun was invented to be enjoyed, why the hell wouldn't the benevolent being allow it to be out all the time? For that matter, why the hell was night around? People should be forced to sleep in all sorts of day life. God, it was just a horrible, awful, not-good day. She was not usually the type of person who would hold back on telling the truth when push came to shove, and today was no different. Surely there was nothing that forced her to describe the grungy day the way she did, but it didn't really matter. There wasn't anyone around to hear it, so technically it wouldn't be too big of a deal for her to dish out the facts bluntly. She certainly didn't mind the honesty. She had no reason to.
The girl lay sprawled on the bank of a pond; the same pond that was usually so populated with families and children that it looked almost barren without anyone else outside at this time. It was the same pond that usually seemed so crystalline clear, the one that was a waving invite to join in the fun. Go for a dip. Splash around. There was time to kill, wasn't there? But today, the water looked nearly grimy, dirtied up with chunks of soil and sodden dirt. That wasn't reality, but with the reflection of the ugly sky, the surface of the water looked equally ugly. There was no reason for it not to. This was what it looked like when clouds finally decided to come rolling, she reasoned. Despite the sun hiding lazily behind some whispy clouds, there was the normal heat haze that she had to deal with. The humidity that made Roxanne's hair stand up on end. Propped up on her elbows, she leaned even further over the water, the thinned-out layers of the ends of her hair nearly skimming the surface. There was no need to waste time and energy to look up when everything she needed was in the reflection right in front of her. Although the gentle waves did add distortion and the murky appearance of the water made the sky look dimmer than it really was, Roxanne was only willing to take the uglier side of reality. It was already readily available for her; had she taken a look up or around, Aurora knew that things were not as horrible as the water made them seem. But she didn't have a reason to.
With a groan, she flipped over to her back, tugging idly on the olive-green wifebeater that she wore. It must have been sticky with sweat, she thought with a snarl; she hated getting sweaty. Roxy was a very snobby girl and had a very routine way of how she liked things, hating when things got in the way of her order. Her tank-top was sticking to her front and back, making her feel like some pig-- only pigs were supposed to sweat. With that in mind, she snarled, hand dipping into the grimy pond. These were desperate times, and desperate measures were called for! She flicked water onto her face, attempting to cool herself down, standing up after a few moments of thought. There had to be some place around the park where she could be cooler. Roxy unconsciously straightened out her denim shorts, barely able to be worn with dignity. Surely she didn't mind wearing revealing clothes, but the rest of the world might have a different opinion of her. They were certainly quite short, but she had a belt on. An old cloth belt. Belts, in Roxy's opinion, made everything okay to wear. Anyone else who didn't think so could take their fuckin' problem up with her. Besides, she had fantastic legs and she knew it. Her torso was much shorter compared to her mile-long legs, but she didn't really care. Roxy was a fuckin' bombshell regardless of how off her proportions were.
She wrinkled her nose at the thought of anything being 'off' about her appearance. Roxy grasped for her flipflops (she had slipped them off; bad idea in retrospect), pulling the brown things onto her feet. Roxy stood with a goal in mind, shifting her dark blonde hair over her shoulder. She had to find some way to cool off, or she may have to kill herself.
She tried to remember what she used to do around here when she was a kid. Roxy's childhood was certainly something that she would much rather forget, but it had its high points. She could remember actually enjoying to come to this damnable park. What about it? Besides, she could barely remember a time when enjoying something didn't have to do with killing something or having sex. Those were her two main hobbies and interests. Well, now that she could legally go to bars, those, too. The corners of her mouth lifted as she though, legs carrying her across the verdant area. She remembered when she ran away, vaguely, she came here...and what the fuck did she do? Roxanne had come here for a while before running off to her next great adventure. The sensory recall was easy. Wind blowing through her hair, eyes watering from the speed.....it had certainly been something fast...swing? SWING! Swingset. She nearly slapped herself for being so goddamn stupid, running her fingers through the ends of her hair as she stalked on. Deep within the recesses of the park, there was an old playground, where the kids could occupy themselves while the parents did something. She was thin enough that she could pass for a child, weight-wise. She could probably still swing on the swingset with no problem. If not, she'd have to resort to drastic measures to cool off. Like hurl herself into that pond.
Roxy let out a soft groan as the heat beat against her back; she could feel her shoulders turning red with the sun already. Her feet dragged a little bit against the grass, the blades tickling the side of her feet. Roxy wrinkled her nose; she hated being tickled. Things were becoming more familiar, however. The scenery was beginning to thin, and, yes! The old rusty swingset, disease-ridden sandbox, and rickety old slide came into view. If she was able to feel real happiness, she would be feeling a child-like joy right now. Roxy stalked onwards towards the double swing-set, standing before it in a sort of awe. A thin hand went out to grasp a chain, tugging on it to gauge how much it could hold. It seemed fairly sturdy. She turned and sat on the worn leather, hearing the faint squeak from the metal above. Roxy furrowed her brow but shrugged her shoulders, pushing off from the ground, pumping forward. The wind whipped her hair back, until she fell backwards, pulling her legs up. Dark blonde locks shielded her face, and for a brief moment, Roxy swore she felt something that could be considered joy.
She scoffed at the thought, pushing her legs forward as her swing was propelled onward.
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