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has_nothing) wrote2012-12-06 02:05 am
has_nothing) wrote2012-12-06 02:05 am
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It's been like... a day and he's still not used to it.
He totally should be, though, because it's not like he hasn't had money before. He's had the duffel bag before, hollowed out space under the sink or emptied out a drawer for it. He's more used to paying in cash than with cards. But somehow, being in Darrow and having the kind of cash he used to have back home doesn't feel right. Like those two places should be completely separate or something.
But what's done is done, and however he finally got his money— whether or not Mister White is in Darrow somewhere keeping a low profile or being paranoid for no fucking reason at all— he's not about to ask any questions.
Instead, he's at the mall, because now that he's not broke, he's got some shit to sort out. And one of the most important things for him to deal with is that crappy little TV he's got in his apartment. He doesn't know who thought they were doing everybody a favor, putting shitty little TVs in the apartments, but it's almost insulting. So he's gonna go get a kickass flatscreen, a sound system and some speakers and have them delivered. Maybe he's still convinced that everything on is crappy, but he figures this will make it at least a little better.
In fact, he's already picked up an X-Box, and he regrets not waiting to do it last, since the bag's already gotten heavy. He stops in the food court, setting it down on one of the tables for just a second.
Maybe he'll see if they've got an Orange Julius here.
He totally should be, though, because it's not like he hasn't had money before. He's had the duffel bag before, hollowed out space under the sink or emptied out a drawer for it. He's more used to paying in cash than with cards. But somehow, being in Darrow and having the kind of cash he used to have back home doesn't feel right. Like those two places should be completely separate or something.
But what's done is done, and however he finally got his money— whether or not Mister White is in Darrow somewhere keeping a low profile or being paranoid for no fucking reason at all— he's not about to ask any questions.
Instead, he's at the mall, because now that he's not broke, he's got some shit to sort out. And one of the most important things for him to deal with is that crappy little TV he's got in his apartment. He doesn't know who thought they were doing everybody a favor, putting shitty little TVs in the apartments, but it's almost insulting. So he's gonna go get a kickass flatscreen, a sound system and some speakers and have them delivered. Maybe he's still convinced that everything on is crappy, but he figures this will make it at least a little better.
In fact, he's already picked up an X-Box, and he regrets not waiting to do it last, since the bag's already gotten heavy. He stops in the food court, setting it down on one of the tables for just a second.
Maybe he'll see if they've got an Orange Julius here.