[Jumping, or the art of it, was a skill he had mastered before ever gaining superpowers. Parkouring over cars, losing police officers, and taking the "long way" home with stolen groceries hidden under his ill-fitted jackets... That had been the state in which Radcliffe had found him, and if fate didn't change the course of his life, it would have been where he had stayed. That road, Rex's original path, would have lead to incarceration, starvation, or being hit by the wrong bullet. Funny how, even if he were to be shot square in the head at close range, he'd be able to survive that now.]
I'm always jumping.
[If one were to peek into the recesses of Rex's mind, a recurring scene, an image that would play over and over, would be that of him crouching on a levitating scooter, piloted by Robot, bracing himself for a hundred foot drop, amidst screams and fires and explosions. The height just doesn't phase him anymore, and in some ways, neither does the danger.]
That's my whole life.
I've never really had a choice.
[Rex doesn't say this to garner pity or recognition, with no inkling of the intimidating tone he mustered up before. For the others, they have had their safe, middle-class lives, their loving parents and suburban houses. His childhood home, if one could even call it that, was an abandoned building with a rotting foundation. Rex hadn't thought much of deeds and ownership at the time, but he knows now- His family had been squatting.]
If I stand still? Me? I'd be guaranteed a date with the Grim Reaper.
So, I jump. He misses my ankle by an inch, and I live to see tomorrow.
[He eyes the Jedi with a look of genuine bewilderment. What would it be like? To simply exist without signing your life away to protect the Earth? If he were to retire from being a superhero, he-]
What's it like to be able to stay in one place? Don't ask me! I couldn't tell ya.
[Would not only be unfulfilled, but utterly and royally fucked.]
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[Jumping, or the art of it, was a skill he had mastered before ever gaining superpowers. Parkouring over cars, losing police officers, and taking the "long way" home with stolen groceries hidden under his ill-fitted jackets... That had been the state in which Radcliffe had found him, and if fate didn't change the course of his life, it would have been where he had stayed. That road, Rex's original path, would have lead to incarceration, starvation, or being hit by the wrong bullet. Funny how, even if he were to be shot square in the head at close range, he'd be able to survive that now.]
I'm always jumping.
[If one were to peek into the recesses of Rex's mind, a recurring scene, an image that would play over and over, would be that of him crouching on a levitating scooter, piloted by Robot, bracing himself for a hundred foot drop, amidst screams and fires and explosions. The height just doesn't phase him anymore, and in some ways, neither does the danger.]
That's my whole life.
I've never really had a choice.
[Rex doesn't say this to garner pity or recognition, with no inkling of the intimidating tone he mustered up before. For the others, they have had their safe, middle-class lives, their loving parents and suburban houses. His childhood home, if one could even call it that, was an abandoned building with a rotting foundation. Rex hadn't thought much of deeds and ownership at the time, but he knows now- His family had been squatting.]
If I stand still? Me? I'd be guaranteed a date with the Grim Reaper.
So, I jump. He misses my ankle by an inch, and I live to see tomorrow.
[He eyes the Jedi with a look of genuine bewilderment. What would it be like? To simply exist without signing your life away to protect the Earth? If he were to retire from being a superhero, he-]
What's it like to be able to stay in one place? Don't ask me! I couldn't tell ya.
[Would not only be unfulfilled, but utterly and royally fucked.]
I wouldn't know.