#thenxtwork

In a weird, twisted way, the death of Roscoe’s was probably one of the better things to happen to the male- financially speaking, of course. For almost a year, Roscoe had been struggling to find employment, being turned away pretty much as soon as the background check came into place. His father didn’t have a lot of money to give away after his death, but he was a landlord to a couple of apartment buildings, which led to Roscoe becoming the new superintendent for all those rent-payers. He was handy; or he could teach himself to be. It was the opportunity that he couldn’t turn away, or else he’d find himself living in the streets once more. With a box of tools that Ros was semi-familiar with at his side, he knocked at the door of the latest person to call for service, waiting until the door opened before speaking up. “You called? Got some issues going on with your plumbing, or something?”

Sam sighed as he took a seat near the window outlooking his front yard. It was a mistake. A simple mistake that went horribly wrong and now he had to pay for it. Sam had to keep on this atrocious looking band around his ankle for the next nine months. He was paying the price for something that wasn't even his fault. Damn. He needed to find a whole new circle of friends once this was over. It wasn't really the being stuck at home part that bothered him, it was the fact that he was only allowed to go to work supervised now. Which in retrospect was a terrible idea seeing as how he worked at the local grocery store as a cashier. Not only did that paint him as an unruly and temperamental individual whom needed to be monitored but it also gave everyone whom saw him the impression that he was not to be trusted. Sam hoped not many would notice as he headed off to work the following evening.