Answer this player`s prayer [random title. OPEN.]

[Roxanne Turner]

The world does not revolve around one person.


Roxanne walked around the streets of Bethel, her head thinking about things again. Many shops had remarkable saying on them- some simple like the one she just read, others more complex and deeper than the first go-around. She came upon the trolley stop, where she was picked up by the red box-like train thing that took her from the center of the town to the outer skirt, the ports to be exact.

Jake had left his lunch on the counter, and being the nice and considerate cousin she was, Roxanne offered to bring it in. She did not work in the day time anyway- so it would fill up her time instead of being bored as usual.

Reaching the port about half an hour later, Roxanne stepped off, a brush of cold air filling the entrance of the trolley as she did. This was not the normal day. A storm was coming in, the air was unusually calm, only a short breeze or two forming off the coast and bringing in what smelt like fish and more fish. The coast guard station sat on the far right of the port, at the opening of the bay that the port sat in.

She loved this place, as when she was young, her father would take her here to watch him load up onto his research boat and she’d play hide and go seek around with the other children, who were all a year or two older than she, and try and catch a seagull every once in a while. Things had changed since those times. The younger kids she played with were grown up and working- or still in school- or gone to find a different atmosphere. Roxanne was still stuck in Alaska, not that she wanted to leave- completely. She did have those urges to pack up her belongings and move somewhere different, like Peru or something. Why Peru? No clue- it was just a place completely different from this. All this was white, never orange or lush green. At least, not in this part of Alaska.

She walked along the port, saying hello to those who knew her- getting glances from the new arrivals.

“If all the girls look like her- I say welcome home…” one of the sailors who were unloading fish muttered to another as Roxanne walked by without a glance.

The other nodded as his eyes trailed the female walking towards the station.

[Roxanne Turner]

“Fisher! Your cousin is here.” Captain Dunkin Wheeler said as he ran his fingers through a file folder with papers.

Roxanne smiled and said a word of thanks before turning to see her cousin walking casually towards her. “Hey Jakey.” She said swinging the paper bag containing a sandwich, bottle of coke, and a granola bar, in front of his face.

He smirked, “thank you very much.” He said snatching the bag from his cousin’s hand. He looked around as they started walking along the not busy part of the port.

“So- what are your plans for today?” He asked, rubbing his hands together as a chilled breeze came across their path.

Roxanne shrugged, “probably go back home, light another fire and sleep- or something.” She suggested as she really did not know what she was going to do after this. “You need to cut more wood, by the way.” Yes, Roxanne had made her cousin cut the firewood for the apartment since he had moved in a few days ago. The weekend was over, and he had to start work. First day of new work place- first day of lost lunch, it went hand in hand.

His phone rang out the lyrics to “Face Down”- a popular song. He flipped it open, revealing a female beaming and clicked the ‘accept’ button.

“Hello?” He asked into the phone as Roxanne rolled her eyes.

Another one of his interests was on the line, Roxanne could tell because her cousin always changed his posture a bit when talking to another interest. She pursed her lips together as she tried to listen to what they were talking about. Something about the Globe, tonight, dinner, and hang out after- the regular things Jake did before attempting to get into the interest’s panties. Of course, Roxanne did not approve of this- and the thought that his first one in Alaska would be taken to her club, meant that she would be annoyed every time her cousin would ask for free drinks. She could tell that he would take a while, and decided to take a walk.

She waved him off as he nodded at her knowing what she was going to do and why, yet kept talking. Typical Jake- always putting the current female interest before his cousin. The wedges of her black boots tapped softly as she walked across the small puddles of water left by dragged ice. She reached the edge and sat down on the ledge, letting her legs dangle off the side in the direction of the icy water. She looked at the view ahead of her: grandiose mountains that looked like a painting, the clean, crisp air, the peacefulness of the land; and thought to herself how this was the reason she stayed in Alaska.