07-04-2018, 07:35 PM
Ever since the tsunami had hit, he had been searching around for Roxanne. He was with the group when he noticed she wasn't around, but by then the tsunami had overtaken the shore and was rushing towards them. Yet he still insisted, ignoring what his crewmates told him and hurrying towards the ravaging waters, even though he knew he would probably end up hurt--or worse. But if there was a remote chance of him making sure she was alright and safe, he would be fine with that. Ultimately he wound up with a broken leg and other such injuries, but no consolation on her condition.
Despite all the efforts to keep him in bed, Greed still demanded to be allowed to keep looking for her, and eventually hobbled out once they decided they couldn't stop him. He was extremely worried, especially since none had found her yet. While most people had found anyone stranded by now, Roxanne hadn't. He knew this could only mean the worst but he refused to accept it. He just couldn't. He was still in denial about his feelings, and while he sure as hell had no intentions of confessing, he couldn't just let her be alone when she was probably hurt.
He was walking along the beach when he saw Goldie and Caesar. He wanted to make sure none--specifically Roxie--had washed ashore, in case they had been swept away. His attention was ripped away from the water, however, at the distant music playing. He hurries over as quickly as he can with a broken leg, though he's quickly disappointed when he realizes what it is. Then the kit starts screaming and his brain is thrown into a haze when he notices what she's yelling about.
Her wings were there, floating along in the water. The ends at where they used to be attached painted the water a faint red. He wants to start yelling, too, but no words can escape his mouth. There's a sudden lump in his throat as tears begin to surface at his eyes.
"Oh my god," Greed mutters under his breath, staring down at it but not really seeing anything. His breaths are ragged as warmth slides down his face. "You idiot, what did you do?" he isn't sure whether he's regarding himself or Roxanne. Sadness and guilt fill up his chest, but he can't bring himself to openly cry. Unable to look at it any longer, he turns away, looking towards the chest again.
He sees the letter first, quickly zoning in on his name written on the front. He scoops it up before anyone else has a chance to, holding it in his shaking paws like some sort of life-line, like it would somehow tell him where she was and if she was okay. But even he knew the unlikeliness of that, and he wasn't completely sure if he wanted to see the contents yet.
"SPEECH"
Despite all the efforts to keep him in bed, Greed still demanded to be allowed to keep looking for her, and eventually hobbled out once they decided they couldn't stop him. He was extremely worried, especially since none had found her yet. While most people had found anyone stranded by now, Roxanne hadn't. He knew this could only mean the worst but he refused to accept it. He just couldn't. He was still in denial about his feelings, and while he sure as hell had no intentions of confessing, he couldn't just let her be alone when she was probably hurt.
He was walking along the beach when he saw Goldie and Caesar. He wanted to make sure none--specifically Roxie--had washed ashore, in case they had been swept away. His attention was ripped away from the water, however, at the distant music playing. He hurries over as quickly as he can with a broken leg, though he's quickly disappointed when he realizes what it is. Then the kit starts screaming and his brain is thrown into a haze when he notices what she's yelling about.
Her wings were there, floating along in the water. The ends at where they used to be attached painted the water a faint red. He wants to start yelling, too, but no words can escape his mouth. There's a sudden lump in his throat as tears begin to surface at his eyes.
"Oh my god," Greed mutters under his breath, staring down at it but not really seeing anything. His breaths are ragged as warmth slides down his face. "You idiot, what did you do?" he isn't sure whether he's regarding himself or Roxanne. Sadness and guilt fill up his chest, but he can't bring himself to openly cry. Unable to look at it any longer, he turns away, looking towards the chest again.
He sees the letter first, quickly zoning in on his name written on the front. He scoops it up before anyone else has a chance to, holding it in his shaking paws like some sort of life-line, like it would somehow tell him where she was and if she was okay. But even he knew the unlikeliness of that, and he wasn't completely sure if he wanted to see the contents yet.
"SPEECH"