Roland Deschain | The Dark Tower (ofgilead) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-10-17 15:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 october, ~~!35 points, ~~clara oswin oswald (girlwhodied), ~~roland deschain (ofgilead) |
WHO: Roland Deschain and OPEN!
WHAT: Shopping
WHERE: Walmart
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
WARNINGS: TBD, likely low
At least he was feeling better. That was Roland's primary thought as he finished the long walk up the hill to the supermarket. For days he'd been sniffling, coughing, running a high fever, and feeling terrible washed-up. He'd known enough of his ailment to understand that he wasn't near death, but simply in one of those miserable states where he'd almost wished he were. But it had cleared now, and he could breathe without coughing and stand without feeling dizzy. So he'd decided, while Cuthbert was out at the library, to see what he could find of use at the store.
He'd not been to this Walmart place since he'd arrived in town. He'd been to the corner grocery not far from the apartments, and had been amazed by the selection (and low cost) of the food. He'd been to the little shops that lined Main Street. But as he stepped into the giant store (it had two proper entrances!), he simply stopped for a moment to look around him, feeling like a child from the Outer Baronies on their first visit to Gilead. To his right was what appeared to be a grocery. A thousand fruits and vegetables he'd never seen before decorated sloped tables and open coolers, sending their exotic smells in his direction. He smelled baking bread, and chilled meat, and a thousand others smells he couldn't even come close to identifying. Looking in the other direction, the store spread out in what must have been...it must have been nearly a wheel to the opposite corner. And everything in the middle for sale.
His hand fell to the holster at his right side, the weight of his gun familiar and comforting. He took a deep breath and grabbed a cart, beginning to push it around the store as he'd seen others do. From the grocery, he took several cans of tuna fish - it was something he found himself particularly fond of, and a pack of beef (threaded beef for such a price!) that was so inexpensive that he couldn't resist. But the most of his interest was focused on the other side of the store, in the Sporting Goods section.
Here, his eyes brightened into burning blue sapphires as he surveyed not just the guns, but the survival equipment, the targets, the knives...all in pristine - new - condition, and available for sale. He pulled the plastic card out of his purse and looked at it for a long moment. He and Cuthbert had agreed that there was no need to buy more guns, they'd already purchased quite a good number and each of them only had two hands, after all. But knives were useful, as was rope, and countless other things that he saw around him. Perhaps they would even figure out how to take it back.
He chose two knives (of the Swiss Army, whatever that meant), one for himself and one for Cuthbert, before going into the aisle to collect the rest of his supplies. It was strange for him, to see everything in such plenty, and when he took things from the shelves he held them with the care of one who comes from a land where all is not found so.
Looking up, he saw a lantern that he desperately wanted, but despite the fact that he was quite tall for his age, he couldn't reach it. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to face the person.
"Sai, cry your pardon, but could you help me reach the lantern?"