Who: Riddick riddickr and OTA What: Riddick goes shopping. When: Wednesday, March 13, afternoon Where: Madison Salvation Army Family Store Rating: TBD Warnings: Foul language, references to violence/bloodshed, and Riddick is a lot more animal than man. If anything else pops up during the log, I'll update accordingly.
Status: Open/In-Progress
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Shopping centers were the product of an evil, twisted, diseased mind. Riddick didn't need to believe in some kind of higher power or higher anything to know that much.
The first place he'd thought to go swap his armor out for some local rags was a huge, sprawling shop called 'Walmart'; Riddick hadn't even gotten across the parking lot before knowing he would wind up in more trouble inside the store than out of it. There was only so much civilization he could take at any given time. 'Walmart' was too much of a human trap for his animal mind to accept or understand. It was a relief to put his back to the place and walk away.
Riddick roamed the retail area of Madison looking for a place he thought he could go inside without immediately wanting to turn around and run back out again.
A bell jingled merrily above Riddick's head as he let himself in at the Madison Salvation Army Family Store.
Putting 'army' and 'family' in the same phrase was antithetical to Riddick, but he knew better than to question something so simple as a store's name when he was the one who didn't belong.
Never belonged.
No one greeted him -a blessing in Riddick's opinion- though he didn't have the need for a welcome. It was obvious where he could find what he needed. The shop was crowded in a way the marketplaces were in almost every civilized place Riddick had ever been in. Clothing was folded and stacked in piles on top of tables, some nicer pieces hung up on racks to tempt buyers, and bins held miscellaneous undergarments in more colors than any rainbow.
Shaking his head at his own circumstances, Riddick managed to move through the crowded store to look at what options were available to him by way of local camouflage.
"You ever wonder why markets exist no matter where you wind up? Even in a supermax slam, they got a designated place for barter or trade. Don't suppose you're feeling neighborly today? I could use a neighbor or somebody close enough to one to pop me out of this metal and into something more appropriate."
Riddick didn't care about sounding ignorant. There was no shame in being a stranger in a strange land. No one anywhere knew everything. It was the ignorant ones who thought they could be the exception to that rule.