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Roland The Gunslinger

Roland brushed Jenny off. "We have to get moving and fast. No lolly-gagging!" He looked the two in the eyes. "I have searched too long to lose the Tower inches from my aged grasp and I will not let it fall from my hands again!" His bombardiers eyes saw through the both of them. "Now lets go!" He turned sharply, allowing his duster to sway with the wind and blinding his two companions of the actual person behind the ragged duster. All that would be seen was his hat hand revolver on his left thigh.


The group traveled a few miles before having to stop and set camp in a small concrete building in New Yorks old "ghetto" as Eddie would have doubtlessly called it. This was where Roland and his Ka-tet of now 20 would face trouble.


Roland poked the flames of the fire with a piece of broken rebar, moving the wood to a suitable position to burn. His eyes stared into the fire and saw the Tower, his heart pumped with the speed of a horse. He could hear the Roses singing in his ears. He looked at his two companions and back at the flames. This was going to be a hard quest for him. The other Tets were all dead and he knew this one was no exception to that rule, to get the Tower his friends had to die. He wouldn't call these two friends, however. They were his tools just as his Revolvers were. He heard a shuffle from behind him and drew a single revolver with the trained speed of an expert hunter. He spun around, perfect reflexes, and faced the uninvited guest. His face was a bloody red and the eyes were jet black with speckles of white dotting the center of each one.
"May I share the fire?" His voice gargled.
"Nay, you may not plague bringer."
"But sir, I'm so cold..."
"No, now leave before the feeling leaves your body entirely."
"But sir..."
"Leave!!"
"Yes.."
The figure left his presence but Roland could still feel the disease around him. He rummaged in his pack and brought out a feel pills of astin, or apirin. He couldn't prounounce the word and it could have been called Dog s**t for all he cared the magic or medicine or both, worked and that was all he cared for. He swallowed one and put the bottle back inside. Over the horizon the sun was rising and soon Roland would have to put the fire out. He watched the son rise from it's hiding place and shine brightly on him. He felt the warmth and the life coming to him. He looked back at his sleeping friends, they weren't long for this world, he knew.


Roland extinguished the flame of the campfire with his piss and woke the two up. He gently shook them awake and told them where they were going. A few hours before Roland had remembered Tet Corp. and it's location, it guarded the Rose and should still stand within the city, or at least he hoped it had.
"We're going to go to the Tet Corp. building." he said to them both as they wiped their eyes. "It's where the Rose is, and where my salvation is as well." He packed his things up and placed them in his gunna, as well as his companions clothing and gear. "Let's get moving, you two." His shouldered his gunna and looked over at the buildings standing in the center of New York. His pupils were shinging in the sun. He would reach the Tower, say thankya.

((Posting in the NY forum to interact with more frequent RPers. I will move to different locations in this RP to make my story here a little more interesting. More details? PM me. ~DarkCavalier))

The Gunslinger

Roland eyes Jenny. "I don't need to explain once we get there." He said simply and started moving. He saw men and women behing struck down but zombies, but that was none of his affair. They were dead anyway. His feet marched with reason and they were not that reason. He had to find Walter, the Rose, and the Tower. They were important, they were the key, they were his redemtion. Roland saw a zombie biting the flesh of a dead child. He cringed, but kept moving, further on he hear babies crying before being cut off completely and once more he cringed. This world was death and destruction. Though Gilead was gone, Roland felt as though he needed to be home at this moment.
He heard a growl and turned around in time to shove his revolver down the zombies throat and fire. It's head popped like a balloon, spraying blood onto the street and cement around Roland and itself. Roland watched the dead body fall to the tarmac road and saw that it's skin was sickly green.
The Rose began to sing.
Roland's eyes shot to the tower in the center of the city, it's black walls touched the clouds and sky and perhaps the Gods themselves. He knew it was the building because it resembled the Dark Tower in ways Roland could barely remember. Sleek and dark, Roland knew that, though the bulding looked evil, it resembled the White and not the Crimson Kings small faction.
He had to reach the Tet Corp. building fast before it's supports crumbled onto the Rose, and his search for the Tower would be over before they even began. Roland could hear the groaing of the metal beams in the Tet Corp. Tower and his heart stopped. The buidling began to break under it's own weight and slowly tip to it's side. "NO!" Roland shouted, oblvious to the growing zombie horde around him. The building buckled under itself and fell. "NOOOO!!!!" Roland stared in horror as his last salvation fell to the cold earth. A tear fell down Rolands cheek and his once empty expressionless face turned to anger. Zombies were gathering around him when this happened and now he saw them with his eyes. He fired his revolver into all of them, felling each one with a single shot to it's decaying skull. His heart was cold as eyes, just as his eyes were, and it beat the the ferocity of a Killer.

Walter O'Dim
Walter's tittering laughter broke the silence after the fall of the tower, and Roland and what mediocre of a Ka-tat was done with the mindless undead. He stared at his equal with a bright amusement, his smile was charming, and full of joy. He wore jeans, a denim jacket, and a simple tee-shirt which had 'I Love Las Vegas' And portrayed a stripper with her legs wrapped around the eye, and holding one of her hands up as if to greet someone. He wore a single button on his denim jacket, which showed the eye of the crimson king. He applauded Roland. "Bravo, bravo my friend." He said in a pleasant voice. "You never cease to amaze me... Well actually I know everything about you, you couldn't surprised me if you tried!" Once again his tittering laughter tore through the silence.

Behind Walter as the dust and falling rubble cleared. A beautiful young blond woman was tied to a wooden post. Underneath that post was a pile of wood meant to provoke a fire to end the young woman's life. "You do remember your dear Susan Delgado? Right my friend?" Once again his laughter broke the silence. Susan looked up, saw Roland and begun to scream his name with a voice of pure insanity. It has been said that the dead experience the deepest realms of insanity. None of the mindless undead approached Walter, for he wished them not to. Walter held both of his featureless hands. In one held the rose in which Roland so dearly desired. In the other a small ball of flame. Not a normal flame for he knew of the girl who controlled fire, the one who came from this world. Her artifact intrigued Walter, but he was patient and he could wait for her to meet her comrades at the end of the path before he exploited the artifacts abilities.

"Now Roland Deschain of Gilead, Son of Steven. You must choose." Walters tittering laughter filled the air , bringing chills to all those who could hear it. His pleasant face lit up in pure delight. "Mayhap we will palavar on another day... Fare thee well Roland of Gilead" He first set fire to a nearby building and the rose as if pulled by a string flew into it, its song filling the ears of all those present. The next thing he set fire to was the kindling underneath the screaming Susan Delgado.

Jenny winced as the song and the screams began. "You monster" Jenny spat at the man in black. She picked up her shovel. She waited for Roland's move. She would run into the flames to save the girl but, Roland had killed her. Jenny kept her eyes shut tight for a few seconds as a wave of sickness passed over her. She felt dizzy. She took a quick breath watching Roland dive for the flames. She rushed to Roland. "Let me see your burns..." she almost begged of him. She slowly took one of his hands.

Roland looked fiercly into Walter's. "I'll kill you!" He shouted as loud as he could, resounding in the cold and empty lands of New York. He watched as the zombies devoured Susans burnt corpse. His heart sunk, she was real and Roland had killed her. He nearly cried but held his composure. He had no time to wase. The Rose was still in the palm of his hand, unharmed and singing it's sweet song that raised his hopes. This was a Rose Of Can Ka No'Rey. He stood up and his features contorted into a sort of...zen. He looked into Walters grey and featureless eyes with his own faded blue eyes. He raised his gun and fired past Walter and into the zombie about to gorge itself into Susans heart. He would protect that if it meant his death. She gave her heart to him and he wasn't going to allow that to be eaten down by a rotting corpse and shat onto whatever sidewalk to wandered to.
"Come Walter," He spoke softly but not with respect. "Let us Palavar." He swept his hand across his belt and placed his guns in their holsters respectivly. "Jake died for the life of Stephen King by his own choice. Susan was a loss to my heart but I know she waits at the clearing at the end of the path for me. And as for my mother, the woman you loved and seduced, she was dead in seconds and she will wait for me at the clearing and not you, and that is the truth, Walter." Roland's straight mouth became a smile, wide enough to challenge even The Man In Black's. "And you killed her." He pointed his finger and Walter and it stuck in the air.
"You were the one that endangered her life out of hate for me. Had you not done this I may not have been sent to the barony of Thorin. I may not have met Susan and I may not have survived Jericho Hill. More importantly, the Bend o' the Rainbow." His voice trembled not and it stuck to it's accusing tone. "YOU KILLED HER!" He yelled. "YOU KILLED THE WOMAN YOU LOVE OUT OF HATE FOR ME!"
The zombies began to tremble as a second building around the Tet corp shook and fell to the ground beneath it. The shockwave was large enough to throw the flames onto the zombies and burn them to ash and bone. but Roland stood his ground with his finger still pointed at Walter O' Dim.

Roland Deschain of Gilead, Ka-Tet of 20




Roland looked at Walter, unsuprised his tactic had not worked. He knew it woudln't and he was right, as always. He looked at the cards, Death and Tower. He looked back at his Ka-Tet which was flimsy and barely able to stand without problems. No doubt if this quest took longer then a month he have to deal with their, "Bleeding day." He deeply longed for a male companion to break the silence that they walked in every day. He longed for jokes to be told and laughed at. He knew this would only happen if Ka willed it and that was unlikely. He stood in front of the Sorcerer and looked down at the cards. "Indeed they don't," He said, "Mayhap Death will be for you again, Walter. Killed by my son as it should have been. How was it, pulling your eyes out and feeding them to Mordred before being drained?" He said seriously and devoid of any obvious humor.
Walters laugh was annoying Roland to the point of him thinking about pulling his gun out and shooting him in that mouth of his and stop that racket permananly. "You know, if you came back Mordred also has the chance of coming back." He said, a hint of a grin touched Rolands face but it died almost as soon as it showed. "But the Tower is mine and I will kill you there, amongst the Roses and in the shadow amidst the Tower." His words would ring in the ears of his companions, Death was for them and he knew this was the truth. Death will take them from him and send them to the Clearing at the end of the path. The Tower was his salvation, they wouldn't as they were his mere tools. His previous Ka-Tet, the one of 19, was the one he cherished with all of his heart but that was taken from him to be replaced by teenage girls and this tittering loon.

((I know it's a bit sudden,but I'd like to get my character into this story.I can't find any openings which don't make his entrance rather sudden and awkward,though.Any opportunities for me to bring him in which you guys know of?))