I think we're alone now...
Who: Roscoe
When: After the conversation with Axel
Where: Downtown Keystone
After leaving the coffee shop, Roscoe ambles calmly down the street. He implied but didn’t mention to Axel that he has no place to live now, but was serious about wanting to make his own way. He always has; his recent weakness over the past few weeks was an anomaly caused by emotional troubles (not that such troubles are done with, of course --- this is Roscoe we’re talking about).
Why is he calm now? Partly because he’s happy to be making a change in his life and taking charge of his destiny, and partly because he’s suppressing his inner pain. It hurts like hell to have been rejected by the only people he romantically loves, and it’s not something he’s likely to get over soon. While he still hopes Lisa or Pat will come around and declare their eternal love for him, it’s not very likely, and if it doesn’t happen he really does plan to stay celibate. He is not one for casual sex, and is absolutely terrified of getting hurt again. For a man with almost no fear of death and bodily injury, emotional pain or the possibility of it scares the shit out of him and leaves him a gibbering mess.
If he didn’t already know the afterlife totally sucks, he probably would have killed himself by now. Unfortunately he’s rather hamstrung by knowing that existence continues after death and it’s even worse than living. Despite others’ talk of him being redeemed by killing Cailean, he’s skeptical that he’ll ever get to Heaven, and figures he’ll continue on the tiresome cycle of going to Hell, being a ghost, and returning back to life anyway. So he has to keep on truckin’, no matter how lousy he feels. It’s a heavy weight on his shoulders.
His ambling takes him to one of the larger parks in Keystone, which he supposes would be a decent place to stay. Better than living in garbage behind the Wiggins factory, at least. Eventually he wanders under a bridge, and notices a corrugated old metal door in part of the concrete superstructure. It’s locked, but telekinesis rips that off easily. It opens the door too, despite being rusted shut for years. Behind the door is a small room which used to contain maintenance equipment and a hatch into the structural supports of the bridge. This will do nicely.
He tosses his bag of possessions into his new home, and tenderly puts Stella next to the place he plans to sleep. Not exactly comfortable quarters, but he lays down some of the clothes from his bag as a bed and it’s not half-bad. It’s unfortunate that there are no bathroom facilities, but pissing out in the open doesn’t bother him…it’s the shower that he’ll miss. Even so, he’s lived without it before ( Zatanna complained about his smell), and one must make do.
He sits cross-legged on the cold concrete floor and sighs. He wishes he could have stayed at Rock Bottom. He wishes he could have stayed with Pat. He wishes he could have stayed with Lisa. But as a wise sage once said, “Wish in one hand and crap in the other, and see which piles up first”. Roscoe knows he is certainly deep in crap these days. And he also knows there’s no point crying over spilled milk. However, within the privacy of his new home, he cries anyway.
When: After the conversation with Axel
Where: Downtown Keystone
After leaving the coffee shop, Roscoe ambles calmly down the street. He implied but didn’t mention to Axel that he has no place to live now, but was serious about wanting to make his own way. He always has; his recent weakness over the past few weeks was an anomaly caused by emotional troubles (not that such troubles are done with, of course --- this is Roscoe we’re talking about).
Why is he calm now? Partly because he’s happy to be making a change in his life and taking charge of his destiny, and partly because he’s suppressing his inner pain. It hurts like hell to have been rejected by the only people he romantically loves, and it’s not something he’s likely to get over soon. While he still hopes Lisa or Pat will come around and declare their eternal love for him, it’s not very likely, and if it doesn’t happen he really does plan to stay celibate. He is not one for casual sex, and is absolutely terrified of getting hurt again. For a man with almost no fear of death and bodily injury, emotional pain or the possibility of it scares the shit out of him and leaves him a gibbering mess.
If he didn’t already know the afterlife totally sucks, he probably would have killed himself by now. Unfortunately he’s rather hamstrung by knowing that existence continues after death and it’s even worse than living. Despite others’ talk of him being redeemed by killing Cailean, he’s skeptical that he’ll ever get to Heaven, and figures he’ll continue on the tiresome cycle of going to Hell, being a ghost, and returning back to life anyway. So he has to keep on truckin’, no matter how lousy he feels. It’s a heavy weight on his shoulders.
His ambling takes him to one of the larger parks in Keystone, which he supposes would be a decent place to stay. Better than living in garbage behind the Wiggins factory, at least. Eventually he wanders under a bridge, and notices a corrugated old metal door in part of the concrete superstructure. It’s locked, but telekinesis rips that off easily. It opens the door too, despite being rusted shut for years. Behind the door is a small room which used to contain maintenance equipment and a hatch into the structural supports of the bridge. This will do nicely.
He tosses his bag of possessions into his new home, and tenderly puts Stella next to the place he plans to sleep. Not exactly comfortable quarters, but he lays down some of the clothes from his bag as a bed and it’s not half-bad. It’s unfortunate that there are no bathroom facilities, but pissing out in the open doesn’t bother him…it’s the shower that he’ll miss. Even so, he’s lived without it before ( Zatanna complained about his smell), and one must make do.
He sits cross-legged on the cold concrete floor and sighs. He wishes he could have stayed at Rock Bottom. He wishes he could have stayed with Pat. He wishes he could have stayed with Lisa. But as a wise sage once said, “Wish in one hand and crap in the other, and see which piles up first”. Roscoe knows he is certainly deep in crap these days. And he also knows there’s no point crying over spilled milk. However, within the privacy of his new home, he cries anyway.