Roland Deschain | The Dark Tower (ofgilead) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-16 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 november, ~40 points, ~~roland deschain (ofgilead) |
WHO: Roland Deschain and OPEN
WHAT: Contemplating what he's doing here
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: Blockbuster
WARNINGS:: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Roland was still amazed by how many videos existed. There were stories of every sort, from the Westerns he and Cuthbert loved so much, to adventure and science fiction, to sappy romances that he stayed far clear of. How many people in this world must be addicted to entertainment, to have this place so well stocked! Reading the back of the boxes (which was still difficult, but the pictures certainly helped, so they did), he couldn't help his mind from wandering its way to the events of the past few weeks.
He couldn't say he was particularly happy to be here. He wasn't used to being so universally despised; and despite Georgia's many attempts at an explanation, he wasn't sure what it was he'd done to deserve such a treatment. Aye, he was of a noble line. Aye, he was privileged in Mid-world, both as the youngest and only son of his bloodline, and as a gunslinger. But he didn't look down on people who didn't have as much, despite what she thought. It would hardly be on the path of the White to hate people because of what they did or didn't have, say true! But it seemed as if his every word was suspect because of an accident of birth. He didn't want to feel persecuted by the people who lived here; but he couldn't help it.
He sighed, choosing a few of the videos that looked most interesting, and getting in line to pay for the rental of them. How could he fix things? How could he get rid of the terrible way people thought of him? He didn't like it, not at all, and he certainly wasn't used to it. The idea he'd spoken earlier to Cuthbert wasn't much good, he agreed with his friend's thought on that. Perhaps the festival he was helping 'Bert with? It was something, at least.
He sighed as he reached the counter, reaching into his pocket to grab his debit card and hand it to the cashier. A normal teenager in a video store - except for the fact that on a belt around his waist were two 45 revolvers, tucked safely into holsters. He didn't seem to think anything strange about it - because he didn't. It would be proper stupid to leave his home unarmed, wouldn't it? Especially in a strange and hostile place.