roscoe thorne

hunter || 35 || owner of shady palms

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kassiathorne‌

As she stood on the fringe of the festivities, observing the townsfolk revel in the celebratory atmosphere, Kassia couldn’t help but feel that the town was merely trying to delay the inevitable; misery and destruction always seemed to find its way to East End eventually. Although, that wasn’t to say that the huntress didn’t enjoy the parties and celebrations while they were in full swing, not yet ruined by supernatural disasters or bloody murders. Any excuse to get drunk and rowdy was good enough for Kassia Thorne. 

She turned to look at her brother, a pleasant smile on her lips as she sipped her own beer. The pair had been spending a lot more time together lately than they had in years, and their bickering was no where near as ferocious as it had once been in their youth. Kass was enjoying being able to have something of a normal, amicable relationship with her older brother. “Oh, it makes no fucking sense to me. But I’ve never been one to say no to a party,” she grinned before finishing the rest of her beer in one final gulp, the alcohol already buzzing throughout her system. “C’mon, let’s go see what they’ve got in the way of food - beer gives me the munchies.” She grabbed her brother’s hand, practically dragging the older male into the throngs of people that lined the streets of East End.

“That’s true. You know that’s how we knew where to find you when you were a kid. We’d just put our ears out for the nearest party and - bam - there you’d be. Some things never change, right?” At least she’d gotten invited to things. Roscoe had never been like Kassia, brave enough to make friends with whoever she came into contact with. He’d always been envious of her ability to do just that, but as he’d grown older, he’d become content with his family.

And now there wasn’t much of that left.

“Fuck, finally. I’ve been smelling those goddamn cheeseburgers for the past half hour and it was driving me nuts.” He offered no resistance, instead letting his voice communicate his disregard as he was pulled into the crowds. “Do you think they have pretzels anywhere? A pretzel with cheese sounds even better. Or shit - maybe a burger with a pretzel in it - wait shit - Kass? I think I might be drunk,” he said, breaking off long enough to lean up against a post of a tent. “Everything is...spinny.”

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@kassiathorne​

How old was too old to shotgun a beer? Roscoe wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. Either way, he was planning on it at least once tonight. For now, though, he lingered at the edges of the festivities. He wasn’t quite sullen, but neither was he happy. Too much weighed on him personally; he had lost a great deal, including his fiance and his little brother. It was bound to catch up to him sometime, but at least alcohol could numb the feeling when it threatened to bubble to the surface.

And Kass helped, too. She and Roscoe had always butted heads, but lately something changed. They had gotten along better than they had in years. Sure, to any outsider, they still fought like cats and dogs, but their arguments lacked the real venom they’d had in years past. The two of them had gone through too much to let the past dictate things now - or at least, that’s how Roscoe felt. His misery was squarely rooted in the present.

“Can you believe it? Murders, storms, no end in sight...and they decide to keep throwing parties?” Roscoe shook his head, finished his beer, and tossed it on the ground. He crushed it with the heel of his boot. “I don’t fucking understand it. Do you?”

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clarahq‌

The lack of amusement upon his face is easily the amount that’s radiating through to her; why he’s suddenly approaching her is unbeknownst to her yet she doesn’t want to know, really. “Um, the latter?” There’s a shrug following her words, unsure whether her opinion she is going to matter to him. “The first one seems, I don’t know, too cluttered to me.”

“Really?” Roscoe looked skeptically at the picture. He had never been good at this, but he was still unsure. “Okay, too cluttered. None of that shit.” He flicked to another picture, this comforter the shade of vomit. “What about this one? It’s currently on clearance...” He paused. “Shit, there’s a reason why, isn’t there?”

[lucifer-chloe]

[rockywritess]

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valerie-shaw‌

“You’re stealing my attention for this?” Valerie repeated incredulously, frowning as she looked over at the phone with ridiculously high doubts. “Whichever would be waterproof this time. Or, you know, be normal and have neither. Who the hell still has comforters?”

“If I wasn’t losing out on business because of this shit, I wouldn’t waste my own fucking time on this.” God, what he wouldn’t give for someone else to take care of this minutiae. But the people in his life had slowly bled out for the most part, with the exception of Kassia’s return. He no longer knew who to ask for help. “My motel,” was what he offered in explanation. “People get pissed off if there’s nothing to sleep on.”

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quinnadams

Quinn had to pause a moment, looking up to the taller male with an amused grin. It was not an expected question but it was more than welcome. Anything that broke away from the morbid and the devastating. “Neither of them, actually”, she confessed, taking the liberty to swipe between the comforters. “Neither of them make me feel like diving under the covers and getting comfortable.”

“At the risk of sounding like a pervert, which of these options would make you feel like jumping into bed?” Roscoe sighed, glaring down at the comforters. He knew of the girl. He occasionally bought flowers from her shop for the lobby of his motel, and he knew that she probably didn’t deserve to be bitched at for something that wasn’t of her own doing. “It’s for my motel,” he explained. “Bunch of shit was ruined during the storm.”

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“Fuck, can I steal you for just one second? It’s quick, I promise...okay, so if you were trying to replace waterblogged comforters, would you go with this design,” Roscoe said, showing a picture on his phone, “Or this one?” he asked, scrolling to another picture. He looked about as amused as he felt, which was...very very little.

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catalinaxxvi‌

♥ - // all catalina wanted was to go home. ideally back to romania, but plane tickets were expensive, and well, she already made up her mind. she hoped the hotel would survive the storm. if it didn’t the girl would be out of a home and a job. plus she wanted to see her sister as soon as possible, so hopefully this storm would end soon. whatever magic force behind it would have to run out of steam eventually. a shudder coursed through her entire body, reminding her of the devastating cold. 

silence lingered between them. he still maintained his suspicious glare, causing a lump in her throat. was he going to say no – because she was a dragovic ?  her heart swelled as he answered yes, already anticipating warmth. “thank you.” catalina said, hurriedly exchanging the lighter for the blanket. she nodded, not even waiting to wrap the blanket around her shaking frame. it was lighter than expected, but it was the best she’d get for now.

Roscoe grunted a noise in response to her thank you. Niceties and politeness weren’t something he wasted unnecessary breath on, especially now. Watching her wrap herself in the blanket, his grim features broke into something resembling concern for a half a moment. “Look,” he said, voice resigned, “I have a candle. It won’t help much. We could make a heater if there was a flowerpot and something to stand it on,” he said, reaching into his pocket and grabbing said candle. He searched for something to place it in, eventually settling on an empty water bottle. “You can stay. It may help.”

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traveleravery

At that moment, he was intensely judging his own self from not wearing a hoodie or something. But in summer–who would think you would need one? The cold was getting to him surely as most of the other people surrounding him. “Cuddle?Uh, no yeah I wasn’t thinking that.” Shaking his head, though Avery shivered as he weighed the options. “I mean if you don’t mind, I do have water—” The man agreed, pulling out a water bottle that had been by his side. 

“Good,” was all Roscoe said. Even if he wouldn’t mind a cuddle, secretly. But only from a certain someone who had left him quite a while ago. The thought both angered and made him feel oddly grounded. At the offer of water, Roscoe raised his eyebrow. “Okay. That’s a fair trade. Are you hydrated, though?”

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catalinaxxvi‌

♥ - // despite the cold blood in her veins, catalina couldn’t stop shivering the temperature dwindled down, plummeting to a icy twenty degrees. she sat in the corner, lean arms hugging pale knees tight. teeth chattered, already succumbing to the cold. at times like this, she missed the coat of warm fur that came with being a wolf. but she couldn’t sit there and wallow, especially with someone starting her down. then again, all eyes were now on the dragovics. she approached them, wanting to explain – until he mentioned the blanket, which sounded amazing right now.  “i don’t have a water bottle. ihave a lighter and a first aid kit if that will do.”

Roscoe watched carefully with the eyes of someone who didn’t trust one iota the situation before him. As far as he was concerned, his number one priority was Grace, and anyone and anything that could be a potential threat to her well-being. He was also intensely worried about Kassia, but if anyone could out-stubborn a hurricane, it was her.

The woman in front of him was an unknown. She seemed familiar, but Roscoe couldn’t place a name to a face, which put her in the same “potentially dangerous” status that almost everyone else in the room resided in. “I’ll take the lighter,” he said after a moment. “Keep the first aid kit. Someone else might need it soon. I don’t.” He unwrapped the blanket from around himself, folded it into a rough bundle, and held it out. “Deal?”

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In an ironic twist of fate, the fire station was frigid. Roscoe had given away almost all of the supplies he’d had, and the only thing he’d kept for himself was a thermal blanket that barely fit around his solid frame. Still, he clung to it like it would do much of anything, as did everyone else. Some people huddled around candles, others shared blankets, and still others chose to share body heat. Having found a place by the wall to sit by, Roscoe watched everyone with a wary eye (but particularly those goddamn Dragovics), attention only broken when someone seemed as if they were approaching.

“If you want the blanket,” he said, “I’ll trade it for a water bottle. But if you’re looking to goddamn cuddle, find someone else.”

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✉ Kassia ⇄ Roscoe & Grace

Kassia: I swear you better both be in one of those damn safehouses.

Kassia: Because if this storm doesn't kill ya, you can bet your fucking asses that I will if I find out you're not alright.

Roscoe: Made it to the Fire Station. No murder necessary. Yet.

Roscoe: Think I saw Grace somewhere. It's crazy over here.

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winonarenwick:

“Oh.. uh, okay.” This was not the news Winnie wanted to hear. It was the last thing she’d want to hear about a place she moved to. And while it wasn’t as if she had given up much in Portland, it seemed she had given up her safety just because she wanted a chef job here. “That’s a little terrifying to hear actually, but, uh, thanks for the tip I guess. I’m Winnie, by the way.” 

“If you need tips, the gym has martial arts classes.” Roscoe continued, unaware (or uncaring) about the worry he might have stirred. “And self defense stuff. The woman there knows her shit..” He paused, looking at her. “Winnie, huh? Well, I’m Roscoe. Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.

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avaxcoleman:

“HBO is good though.” Ava told him, trying to force a small smile on her lips. He seemed to really have it against this hotel and HBO in general, though they did have good shows. “I.. I wish I could.” Ava sighed and pushed her hair back from her face. “I don’t think I can go back home. There’s… been some complications.” 

“Your funeral, then.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but inwardly he felt slightly guilty. She reminded him a little of Grace, and he hated the thought of his little sister not having anyone in the world. “If it’s family shit, l’m sure they could get over it. Probably. Is it that bad?”

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axreliawnters:

“Can you imagine reading the one star reviews? Too many people want to complain and read about all the things people found wrong than tell the world about everything that went perfectly well. Can you disable the reviews?” If it were possible, it might have been a good idea for the time being. “Have we ever had even close to good luck around here? It’s honestly a wonder why people pass through, unless they’re like.. the blair witch project types.” Nodding, she hummed in agreement, “Yeah totally, I’ll catfish the shit outta this. Fake photos, fake names – only the best reviews.”

“Most of the one star reviewers are salty as fuck. You’re absolutely right. They just make shit harder for themselves. Like who the fuck is going to want to be their friend or whatever after that?” Roscoe shook his head. “Nah, reviews are up to stay. Good or bad. I own my shit.” He snorted at the blair witch comment and huffed his amusement. “Hey, that’s a good business idea. You ever see that dark tourist shit? Like, where people intentionally visit the site of murders? Could have a special East End tour.”

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avaxcoleman:

“If it makes you feel better, I haven’t heard of that one either.” She gave him a weak smile at his reaction to the idea of a hotel offering HBO when you stayed there. Though, if she were to choose between the two, she would choose the Pembroke over the Shady Palms. But when his gaze turned inspecting, she stiffened and grew nervous. “Yes, I… arrived recently.” She spoke softly, thinking back to the nightmarish night when she first woke up on the side of the road. 

“Well, that’s good. They’re a bunch of fucking pricks. HBO...” Roscoe muttered. Maybe he’d get get HBO too. But he’d draw the line at breakfast. Guests could get that themselves. “Well, not to sound like too much of an asshole, but I’d turn around and go back from where you came. Shit’s getting crazy around town. If I wasn’t stuck here due to...uh, family shit, I’d be out.”

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winonarenwick:

“Yeah, something like that… Though I don’t think I’ve noticed any pocket knives, but now I’ll be sure to look out for that as well. I guess I just feel like I’ve missed something important. Unless East End has always been kind of dangerous and I’m just like the last person to know.” 

“Probably should get one yourself. Just in case.” Oh, shit. Roscoe almost felt bad for her. Well, he did, but he wouldn’t say it. “Well, uh...” Was it his job to break the news? Nope, it definitely wasn’t. The only thing he was trying to do was protect his family. “Look, I’d just have my phone ready. For 911, you know. And some pepper spray, if you feel comfortable with that - along with the knife. For multiple ranges of self defense.”