After the conversation at lunch, Roland wasn't really feeling much in the mood for 'arts', not that he normally went for that anyway. He did just as well here, with his journal and his pen, just jotting down whatever came to mind. He hadn't done any real writing since he'd arrived, but that was all right- he'd been just a bit preoccupied, after all.
Still, he relaxed on a comfortable chair and started writing, just relaxing and taking it easy for the moment. Tonight he'd have to be quite a bit more active, but that didn't mean he had to pace around like a caged animal. Besides, losing his inspiration would be a concession to the man who had him contained, and he wasn't about to let that happen.
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After the conversation at lunch, Roland wasn't really feeling much in the mood for 'arts', not that he normally went for that anyway. He did just as well here, with his journal and his pen, just jotting down whatever came to mind. He hadn't done any real writing since he'd arrived, but that was all right- he'd been just a bit preoccupied, after all.
Still, he relaxed on a comfortable chair and started writing, just relaxing and taking it easy for the moment. Tonight he'd have to be quite a bit more active, but that didn't mean he had to pace around like a caged animal. Besides, losing his inspiration would be a concession to the man who had him contained, and he wasn't about to let that happen.