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you threw out the pieces, things we didn't understandIn Miah's opinion, video rental had died out years and years upon years ago.First there was the concept of actually buying a video if you liked it. After all, if one was to pay for something, they might as well do it so they never have to bother with trying to rent it ever again, right? At some point in his life, he'd bought movies--tons of them. Things like Fight Club and the Godfather and all its sequels. Classics. Movies that every living household seemed to own except his, hence why he'd gone all out and bought them in the first place. Really, he was doing the Blacks a favour, though he was never sure whether any of them had even bothered to watch the movies or not. Either way, it was money well spent, and if it wasn't, at least it was money spent. That was the ultimate goal.And of course, with the coming of the twenty-first century was the miraculous not-quite-as-legal concept of just acquiring videos through 'the usual' means, via the internet. Which Miah would be the first to admit to resorting to on quite a regular basis. But why would he do that now that he was back in Bailey? Actually, why would he do that anywhere at all? He was usually too lazy to walk down and buy a freaking DVD, that's why. And he would have to put it somewhere after he was done watching it, or dispose of it if he hadn't enjoyed it, and that was too much work. He was lazy and he knew it.But now he was 'home', whatever the hell the word meant. And while getting a 'real' job wasn't quite in the books, being thorough was. Just not in the categories his parents would have hoped for.Miah was staying at Tristan's place. That was where most of the Black offspring seemed to gravitate, and seeing as how his only other options where the parents' house or the dingy hotel, it was naturally his first choice. Maybe he'd rent a porno or something, and leave it lying around on a couch. See if anybody cared. See if he managed to get out of West End without a single nosy idiot spreading whispers about one of the Black sons being dirty.With a pair of headphones resting squarely on around his neck, Miah meandered through the rows of shelves of DVDs and occasionally--and laughably--VHSs. Maybe a dumb chick flick, just to see the look on the cashier's face. Maybe one of the new releases, three day rentals he could leave around until they got fined. The thought of renting something actually worth watching briefly crossed his mind, but that seemed a much less entertaining option. Smirking, he wandered into the children's section, crossing his arms at the sight of the bright covers. Surely, someone would walk past. Bailey wasn't densely packed but there wasn't all that much standing space just everywhere; seeing as how this whole town was stuck in a different era, maybe someone would walk in, actually in search of a good movie to watch. And he would be ready to let them judge. In fact, he strangely craved the sensation of being watched. tagged: open. words: not many. notes: whee.THANK YOU, FOX!

DONALD RYKERThey say I'm a crazy bitch, I fuck so good I'm on top of it.Ah. Riding Miss Daisy, did that have Clit Eastwood in it? He was pretty sure she was the busty blond with the beautiful dimples. If he recalled she had a beauty mark on that nice tight ass of hers. Donald held the DVD in hand as he looked over the section in the tiny little adult movie collection the video rental store held. In a town of this size one might imagine there wouldn’t be much, but then, one might not realize just how many secret freaks lived beneath the walls. Donald for one, was not secretly a damned thing. Well, when it came to pornography, he owned just about all of his favorites, and then some. Including the nice homemade shit that he had gotten online.His eyes scanned and for a moment he paused, a slight smirk on his face. If he recalled this very Porno had been made as a joke within a movie, had they actually made it? Armaget-it-on. He smirked as he lifted it between his fingers. He couldn’t help the chuckle escaping his lips. He wondered if perhaps it had been made after the movie, because he was sure it wasn’t in existence before the movie. He was a big fan of blasphemy in pornography. Bible thumpers beware. He tuck the two movies under his arm before shifting down to tuck the two Star Trek movies onto the shelf.His hands were rather nimble as he opened each case of the four movies. He took out their discs, shifting them around. Each porno placed within the Star Trek cases, and each of the pornography’s discs placed within the Star Trek cases. Someone would get a nice surprise when they went to watch a few Vulcan deal with their Romulan “brother’s.” He chuckled and moved to actually place the science fiction movies into their original placements. Porno’s in hand he moved through the store. His eyes shifting towards the children’s section. For a moment, he thought on switching the pornography movies with the children’s section. Now, that might be amusing. Hmm. Little Timmy or Johnny had to figure out what a clitoris was eventually.His eyes however stopped on a rather curious looking Black. A smirk fell over his face. “Do they let Blacks into this place? I’m feeling a little prejudice today, hmm.”He gave him a wink, the ever frequently doused voice filled with sarcasm escaped his lips. “Barney is a little ways up, if you’re looking for something a little racy. I’m not sure if you like them big and purple. There’s a teletubby that fits that regimen if you’re feeling kinky.”

you threw out the pieces, things we didn't understandIt was near impossible for him to wander this town without feeling as though everyone knew who he was. He looked very much like his siblings and parents, apparently, which was supposed to be the explanation as to why everybody instantly knew Miah's face despite having not seen it for at least two years. It was refreshing, at times, being somewhere different where not a single person could put a name to that face. On set, he was just another young man with little experience yet was brave (or stupid) enough to carry out the stunts he needed to. But even away from home, he was the same, and now that he was back, he was even worse."More often than you think," he replied cooly without thinking, crossing his arms and not turning to look to the other person. He didn't recognize the voice, but he hardly ever did. "Usually the sad ones, so your confusion. Coincidence, bud. If this is what you jack off to, you might make friends with those preschoolers. Sure you know their names." There was always the chance that just because he didn't know this guy, his siblings did. Actually, he was quite sure at least one of them was friends with him, because that seemed to be what happened around these parts. You meet somebody, give them your name, and realize they have it already. It was weirder when it came to phone numbers or addresses. Just more to love about Bailey. He turned just as the man gave him a wink. What the fuck? A slight smirk formed on his lips. "Looks like we got a winner. Thanks mate," he said sarcastically, hastily grabbing a Barney DVD from the top shelf. Barney's Big Surprise. Now that was funny. He turned the case over in his hand, glancing over the text as boredly as he could. "Heads." He tossed the case at the man. "Seems you're the expert, and deprivation does our citizens no good." His tone was mocking, though more of his father than the man of current discussion. But everything he said seemed that way.tagged: donald. words: not many. notes: i am so so sorry for the wait and this crappiness, osdfhjksdhvcjk. will never happen again everTHANK YOU, FOX!