Original Rock Star
Sisyphus was this Greek dude who'd been too smart for his own good. He had the audacity to snub Zeus so the all powerful god doomed him to a never- ending task. He had to push a big boulder up a steep hill. After all his efforts when he'd gotten it to the top, it would roll back down and he'd have to start over again. Pretty silly, huh?
We are told by Camus that Sisyphus is the absurd hero "as much through his passions as through his torture. His scorn of the gods, his hatred of death, and his passion for life won him that unspeakable penalty in which the whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing."
If I had been Sisyphus said rock would have rolled over me, turned around and then rolled uphill for a second pass.
* * * * * * * *
Outside the Office
The duo spilled out of the building that was now bore the emblem of the National Agency for Toxic Substances Institute.
"Hobbes I." Darien attempted.
Hobbes turned on him with his finger up in the taller man's face. "Don't say a word!"
"I."
"Uh uh! That's a word! I SAID NOT A WORD!" he scolded.
Darien looked thoroughly beaten as his partner walked away. His old tan jacket seemed more tattered than ever. Even his hair had to fallen down.
He really wanted to apologize. He really wanted to know that Hobbes wouldn't abandon him to the fates. If he were going to lose Bobby too, it would just be the maraschino cherry on the banana split, the "perfect" end to a "perfect" day. He sighed with resignation, sat down and slumped on the concrete stairs with head in hands
Hobbes charged across the street unaware that his partner had stopped on the steps. As he rounded his van he realized that Darien was not in tow. He turned back and stood for a moment watching him. The taller man was the picture of dejection. Despite his 6'2" statue, Darien looked more like a small boy who'd lost his puppy, all crumpled with his sunken chest.
No matter what Hobbes had been feeling himself, he just couldn't leave Darien there like that.
Rising up out of his own self-pity, Hobbes felt his heart begin to ache for Darien. Fawkes had not meant for disaster upon disaster to occur. True, The Official had a right to be angry, but he had also been unfair during the scene in the office, adding insult to injury.
Darien had done his best. Really he had. But, Murphy's Law had taken over this case, and there was nothing either one of them could have done differently.
Hobbes felt some of that mother hen thing that Darien had always accused him of.
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Kid's making me turn soft!" He muttered to himself as he pounded his fist on the side of the van then began crossing back over the street to where Darien had collapsed.
Hobbes stood over Darien and offered his hand to help him up.
"C'mon, kid. I'll buy ya a brew."
Darien choked up and accepted the proffered hand, happy that he had not lost his best friend in the deal as well. He looked into Hobbes' eyes and no more words were needed. So far, he'd managed to hold back his tears, but he was close.
At that moment, Claire ran out of the office building's door, her lab coat flapping in the wind.
"Bobby! Darien! I'm glad I caught you. Eberts just told me what happened! I'm so sorry!" Her pretty face was furrowed with worry lines for them both.
"Hi Claire. Thanks. Fawkes and I had better get the heck out of here. I don't want to give Borden any more opportunities to skin us alive."
"I'm coming with you."
"No, Claire, you should say here at work. The Fat Man is on a rampage. Don't think he won't take it out on you too! He's already planning your future career OUTSIDE of this Agency."
"I don't care! I want to hear about everything from you two, not second hand and not from a report!"
"Darien! Are you OK?"
She checked his tattoo automatically as he presented his wrist listlessly, purely out of habit. It was mostly green.
"Depends how you define "OK"." he muttered.
"C'mon! Pub then?" she asked.
Hobbes and Claire flanked Darien, each holding one of his arms and pulling him along.
Sisyphus was this Greek dude who'd been too smart for his own good. He had the audacity to snub Zeus so the all powerful god doomed him to a never- ending task. He had to push a big boulder up a steep hill. After all his efforts when he'd gotten it to the top, it would roll back down and he'd have to start over again. Pretty silly, huh?
We are told by Camus that Sisyphus is the absurd hero "as much through his passions as through his torture. His scorn of the gods, his hatred of death, and his passion for life won him that unspeakable penalty in which the whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing."
If I had been Sisyphus said rock would have rolled over me, turned around and then rolled uphill for a second pass.
* * * * * * * *
Outside the Office
The duo spilled out of the building that was now bore the emblem of the National Agency for Toxic Substances Institute.
"Hobbes I." Darien attempted.
Hobbes turned on him with his finger up in the taller man's face. "Don't say a word!"
"I."
"Uh uh! That's a word! I SAID NOT A WORD!" he scolded.
Darien looked thoroughly beaten as his partner walked away. His old tan jacket seemed more tattered than ever. Even his hair had to fallen down.
He really wanted to apologize. He really wanted to know that Hobbes wouldn't abandon him to the fates. If he were going to lose Bobby too, it would just be the maraschino cherry on the banana split, the "perfect" end to a "perfect" day. He sighed with resignation, sat down and slumped on the concrete stairs with head in hands
Hobbes charged across the street unaware that his partner had stopped on the steps. As he rounded his van he realized that Darien was not in tow. He turned back and stood for a moment watching him. The taller man was the picture of dejection. Despite his 6'2" statue, Darien looked more like a small boy who'd lost his puppy, all crumpled with his sunken chest.
No matter what Hobbes had been feeling himself, he just couldn't leave Darien there like that.
Rising up out of his own self-pity, Hobbes felt his heart begin to ache for Darien. Fawkes had not meant for disaster upon disaster to occur. True, The Official had a right to be angry, but he had also been unfair during the scene in the office, adding insult to injury.
Darien had done his best. Really he had. But, Murphy's Law had taken over this case, and there was nothing either one of them could have done differently.
Hobbes felt some of that mother hen thing that Darien had always accused him of.
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Kid's making me turn soft!" He muttered to himself as he pounded his fist on the side of the van then began crossing back over the street to where Darien had collapsed.
Hobbes stood over Darien and offered his hand to help him up.
"C'mon, kid. I'll buy ya a brew."
Darien choked up and accepted the proffered hand, happy that he had not lost his best friend in the deal as well. He looked into Hobbes' eyes and no more words were needed. So far, he'd managed to hold back his tears, but he was close.
At that moment, Claire ran out of the office building's door, her lab coat flapping in the wind.
"Bobby! Darien! I'm glad I caught you. Eberts just told me what happened! I'm so sorry!" Her pretty face was furrowed with worry lines for them both.
"Hi Claire. Thanks. Fawkes and I had better get the heck out of here. I don't want to give Borden any more opportunities to skin us alive."
"I'm coming with you."
"No, Claire, you should say here at work. The Fat Man is on a rampage. Don't think he won't take it out on you too! He's already planning your future career OUTSIDE of this Agency."
"I don't care! I want to hear about everything from you two, not second hand and not from a report!"
"Darien! Are you OK?"
She checked his tattoo automatically as he presented his wrist listlessly, purely out of habit. It was mostly green.
"Depends how you define "OK"." he muttered.
"C'mon! Pub then?" she asked.
Hobbes and Claire flanked Darien, each holding one of his arms and pulling him along.