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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-25 00:04:00

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!complete, day 05, location: forest, logan, sid jenkins

Day Five - Morning
Who: Sid Jenkins and Logan
What: Arrival
When: Day Five, early morning
Where: In the forest to start
Rating: R, language
Status: Complete

It had been raining when Sid had curled up in that box in the alley a few blocks from Times Square. Somehow, it had seemed like a good idea at the time to leave Bristol for New York City to find Cass. He hadn’t really thought it through, though, and he really, really should have, he realized pretty quickly when he hadn’t had enough money for a motel room, was completely lost, and still hadn’t found Cass after a whole day of searching. His eyes opened slowly and he felt like hell. Since when did sharing a bottle of whiskey - with a hobo, no less; at least this one hadn’t peed on his leg - knock him on his arse?

“Bollocks,” he sighed sleepily, pulling his coat in around himself. His boyish features were drawn down in the ever-present kicked-puppy expression he wore like a pro even when he wasn’t trying. When he finally took a look around and really absorbed his surroundings, his brow furrowed and he sat up, tugging his skewed beanie down around his ears and over his forehead. Adjusting his glasses, he raised his eyebrows. Trees and dirt? Well, the dirt he supposed he could understand but what the bloody fuck were trees doing in Times Square?

That was when it hit him. He wasn’t in Times Square. Had he wandered off in a drunken stupor? Sid wasn’t even aware that there were forests in New York City - it certainly hadn’t been in the brochure - but this didn’t look the way he’d expected Central Park to look, either. Actually, he didn’t even know where Central Park was but he was pretty sure he’d have remembered walking that far, had he actually done it. “Shit,” he sighed and got to his feet. In the process, he kicked something and looked down quizzically before bending to pick up a small box. “Vas what?” he read aloud, looking confused and slightly annoyed. Americans spoke English, didn’t they? He was almost positive they did, even though he’d come across his fair share of foreign languages walking the streets of Manhattan and trying to get the attention of passers by to show them Cassie’s picture. This, though, was most definitely not English. “‘Go get her, Sid. Go find Cass, Sid. It’s meant to be, Sid. Get on the plane, Sid.’ Twats,” he muttered. "Chelle! Tony! Right, you're hilarious, you can come out now!" he snapped.

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emo_underdog
2009-04-25 02:47 am UTC (link)

Once again, Sid just stared back at Logan in some sort of confused awe. What the hell was his problem, anyway? Bad trip, Sid reminded himself. Logan was probably not even a real person and when he woke up, he'd be soaked to the bone inside a soggy cardboard box.

Well, if he was just passed out and tripping somewhere other than here, he supposed the only thing to do was go along with it and wait for the trip to end and the drugs to wear off. So, with a shrug, he nodded. "Lead on," he relented. "It's Sid, by the way," he added, in case maybe Logan hadn't caught his name the first time he'd given it. He must not have, seeing as how he kept referring to Sid as "kid."

For a brief moment, Sid considered opening the book again and then he realized that he didn't have it anymore and he looked around until he located it, half open and spine up on the forest floor. He must've dropped it when he'd fallen over the root. Picking it up, he closed it and put it back in his pocket. Couldn't very well read it if he was walking, he guessed; not unless he wanted to face plant himself in the process. He'd look at it later and see if he could actually decipher some of the handwriting to see what exactly the book said.

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	clawed_one 2009-04-25 02:55 am UTC (link)
	Logan headed back the way they'd come, altering their angle a bit, using his senses to get a better fix on where people were. "I call everyone that ain't older than dirt kid, kid." He told Sid. Or a nickname, but most people under twenty (by looks or actual chronology) got stuck with 'kid'. He set a fast pace towards 'people'. Not quite a trot, but close enough. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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