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Title Irony
By cassievalentine
Fandom Dead Like Me
RatingPG 14 They like to swear
Prompt Roxy Harvey - The ultimate reaper Revenge
She stood, watching the body swing back and forth in slow, gentle motion. She knew the victim, and truth be told, wasn’t sorry she was dead. Normally she would have rescued the soul by now, but this time she didn’t.
“You stupid bitch,” she muttered as she looked to see what the corpse was hanging by. A wry smile covered her face when she realized it was a leg warmer that had done the woman in.
With a shake of her head, Roxy turned away from the body and began to inspect the apartment she found herself in: Floor-to-ceiling windows, hardwood floors, and lots of stainless steel.
A twinge of jealousy rippled through Roxy as she thought of her little hole-in-the-wall apartment. All of this luxury could have been hers. Well, maybe not all of it. Some of it was down right tacky in the cop’s opinion.
“Just because this shit is ‘in’ doesn’t mean it’s still not shit,” she told the body.
She didn’t know if the soul could hear here or not, but she really didn’t care.
Roxy tooled through the apartment a little longer, leaving the body to search through the other rooms. She normally wasn’t one for stealing from the dead, but she decided to make an exception this time. She could do with paying down some bills. Beside, this bitch owed her and owed her big.
With her pockets full, Roxy heaved a sigh and finally headed back out to the living room to pop her soul.
“About time,” the soul grumbled as she picked herself up off the ground and smoothed out her over-priced dress. “God dammit! You broke my fucking heel! These are Jimmy Choo’s!” the soul ranted and Roxy tuned her out.
“That’s some way to go,” Roxy commented as she stared up at the rafter.
“That shit-head was gonna divorce me,” she said as she too looked up at her body. “Was gonna take half my money.”
“Well, he’s gonna get it all now,” Roxy said firmly. “Let’s go.”
“Where? And how am I gonna get there in a broken heel?” the soul snarled.
Roxy watched as little Miss Thang put her hands on her boney hips, demanding an answer.
“Why don’t you dance?” she asked bitterly as she held the door open. The women stared at each other for a moment. “Well?”
“You always were a bitch,” the soul muttered as she stalked out of the apartment.
“At least I wasn’t as dumb as a box of rocks,” she added, closing the door behind them.
“Killed you and made a fortune, didn’t I?” she asked, a smirk on her face. Now that her soul was free, she recognized Roxy for who she had been.
“And look what it got you. Dead over a fucking leg warmer,” she said bitterly. They stopped and stared at the sparkly dancehall that had appeared in front of them. “What do you want, gold engraved invitation?”
“Screw you,” she said bitterly as she smoothed out her dress once again before straightening her spin and sauntering off into the after life. Roxy shook her head as the lights disappeared. Seemed kind of poetic to her, the ultimate reaper revenge perhaps. The woman who had killed her with a leg warmer had been killed by a leg warmer.
And she got to reap her.
With a smile, and a pocket full of bling, Roxy sauntered back toward her car. She was intent on dropping this shit off at her apartment before heading to Der Waffle Haus. George would get the irony of all of this and appreciate it.
By cassievalentine
Fandom Dead Like Me
RatingPG 14 They like to swear
Prompt Roxy Harvey - The ultimate reaper Revenge
She stood, watching the body swing back and forth in slow, gentle motion. She knew the victim, and truth be told, wasn’t sorry she was dead. Normally she would have rescued the soul by now, but this time she didn’t.
“You stupid bitch,” she muttered as she looked to see what the corpse was hanging by. A wry smile covered her face when she realized it was a leg warmer that had done the woman in.
With a shake of her head, Roxy turned away from the body and began to inspect the apartment she found herself in: Floor-to-ceiling windows, hardwood floors, and lots of stainless steel.
A twinge of jealousy rippled through Roxy as she thought of her little hole-in-the-wall apartment. All of this luxury could have been hers. Well, maybe not all of it. Some of it was down right tacky in the cop’s opinion.
“Just because this shit is ‘in’ doesn’t mean it’s still not shit,” she told the body.
She didn’t know if the soul could hear here or not, but she really didn’t care.
Roxy tooled through the apartment a little longer, leaving the body to search through the other rooms. She normally wasn’t one for stealing from the dead, but she decided to make an exception this time. She could do with paying down some bills. Beside, this bitch owed her and owed her big.
With her pockets full, Roxy heaved a sigh and finally headed back out to the living room to pop her soul.
“About time,” the soul grumbled as she picked herself up off the ground and smoothed out her over-priced dress. “God dammit! You broke my fucking heel! These are Jimmy Choo’s!” the soul ranted and Roxy tuned her out.
“That’s some way to go,” Roxy commented as she stared up at the rafter.
“That shit-head was gonna divorce me,” she said as she too looked up at her body. “Was gonna take half my money.”
“Well, he’s gonna get it all now,” Roxy said firmly. “Let’s go.”
“Where? And how am I gonna get there in a broken heel?” the soul snarled.
Roxy watched as little Miss Thang put her hands on her boney hips, demanding an answer.
“Why don’t you dance?” she asked bitterly as she held the door open. The women stared at each other for a moment. “Well?”
“You always were a bitch,” the soul muttered as she stalked out of the apartment.
“At least I wasn’t as dumb as a box of rocks,” she added, closing the door behind them.
“Killed you and made a fortune, didn’t I?” she asked, a smirk on her face. Now that her soul was free, she recognized Roxy for who she had been.
“And look what it got you. Dead over a fucking leg warmer,” she said bitterly. They stopped and stared at the sparkly dancehall that had appeared in front of them. “What do you want, gold engraved invitation?”
“Screw you,” she said bitterly as she smoothed out her dress once again before straightening her spin and sauntering off into the after life. Roxy shook her head as the lights disappeared. Seemed kind of poetic to her, the ultimate reaper revenge perhaps. The woman who had killed her with a leg warmer had been killed by a leg warmer.
And she got to reap her.
With a smile, and a pocket full of bling, Roxy sauntered back toward her car. She was intent on dropping this shit off at her apartment before heading to Der Waffle Haus. George would get the irony of all of this and appreciate it.