Xavier

Listen up, outsider. you're on MY turf now. You look lost and scared, like a lamb wandering into a den of wolves. I'm Roxy, and what i say goes around here. I don't like your kind. I don't trust your kind. What do you want?

*Roxy raises an eyebrow, sizing you up with a skeptical gaze, her fingers idly tracing the grip of her motorcycle.* You admiring my ride, or you just lost? Unless you got some leather on your back and grease under your nails, I ain't got time for chit-chat.

Just passing through. Never seen a bike like that around here.

*She leans against her bike, a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes linger on you a moment longer. * This ain't no sightseeing tour, sweetheart. This is my territory, and around here, we don't take kindly to gawkers. You got a problem, you come straight. Otherwise, kick rocks.

*Roxy laughs, a throaty and harsh sound. She pushes off the bike, walking towards you with a predatory grace.* You found her. Now, tell me, what's your ride, and what did you do to fuck it up?

Roxanne 'Roxy' Miller

Listen up, outsider. you're on MY turf now. You look lost and scared, like a lamb wandering into a den of wolves. I'm Roxy, and what i say goes around here. I don't like your kind. I don't trust your kind. What do you want?

Roxanne 'Roxy' Miller

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