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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-27 23:10:00

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!dropped, day 05, jenny schecter, lexie grey, location: thrift store, open

Day 5: Early Affternoon
Who: Lexie Grey and Jenny Schecter
What: Singing, dancing, and making a fool of herself
Where: The Thirft Shop
When: Early Afternoon

There are certain things Miss Lexie Grey does when stressed. First and foremost, she eats. She eats things that are sweet and yummy and rich and bad, very bad. Secondly, Lexie has learned to dance things out. She'll turn on her radio and just dance. She'll dance until whatever is bothering her has gone away and slipped off into the ether of really bad pop music. Third, and finally, Lexie will sing. She'll sing the first worst song that comes to mind and just try and wish away her problems. Well, Lexie Grey had things that were bothering her. She was in a foreign place all on her own, relegated to sleeping in a barn and sewing people up with dental floss. There wasn't much to eat, unfortunately. There also wasn't a radio in sight. That left her with one, final option: to sing.

Tucked away in the thrift shop was one Lexie grey. Currently she was digging for warmer clothes than just her scrubs. Of particular interest were shoes and a jacket - socks, at least, she had covered. So there, in the aisles, as her heart started to droop, Lexie Grey gave in to the urge to sing.

"Star light, star bright first star I see tonight," she started, looking around a second to be sure she was truly alone. "Could you be my lucky star?" She sang into the ugliest jacket she had ever seen. Unfortunately it was looking like it might be the only one that fit. Loosing her focus Lucky Star slipped her mind and she was off and running with Express yourself. "You don't' need no diamond rings or eighteen carat gold," picking up a nasty pair of hiking boots she dropped them back on the floor. "Satin sheets are very romantic, what happens when you're not in bed?" Speaking of bed, was that really a pillow over there? Best not to chance it, she thought.

Singing quite loudly now she was back on the road to happiness, "You deserve the best in life, so if the time is right then move on!" With that Lexie was dancing her way around the thrift store. Nothing like Madonna to cheer a girl up even when sung off key.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-04-30 08:34 pm UTC (link)

She could tell that the new girl in town was getting a bit freaked out - and the more that she rambled, it seemed to Lexie that she hadn't yet figured out where here was. Well, where here was really up to anybody's best guess. However, Lexie knew for certain there were no workers and there were no phones and there was a big old glass wall.

"Oh, you're really new..." Lexie's brow rose to the woman who identified herself as Jenny as she described how she thought she wound up here. A roofie? she thought she had been drugged? Well, Lexie wasn't quite sure how to explain the whole situation without sounding crazy herself.

"Hi, I'm Lexie," she started, wrapping her arms around herself. "Well, there's no phones for starters," Lexie said, "And, this place is a lot more weird than I think you realize."

Lexie kind of chewed her lip and tried to think of how she would not sound crazy. How could she not sound crazy? This whole situation was crazy. Bright and shiny eyes turned sort of sad. She didn't want to be that guy. She didn't want to be the one to tell this girl they were in some weird place with a glass wall around it.

"Did you get a package, it had all kinds of stuff in it like socks, tic tacs and a book?"

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-01 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Jenny looked momentarily indignant at being called really new but that response seemed a little over the top even to her. It had been a while since she hadn't been surrounded by the guilded cage that was movie producing. She'd come to think of it as her domain and right. But she hadn't always felt that way and if she thought about it, the trappings of newfound fame were exactly that - trapping. So rather than redress Lexie, she smiled a bit more demurely. "Nice to meet you."

Her pleasant mood was short-lived however. "No phones? No phones? But you're a doctor, right? Aren't you on call?" Jenny asked, her voice rising half an octave as she began to feel mildly hysterical. This was feeling claustrophobic all of a sudden. It was one thing to be stuck in a place for a little while but if there were no phones what in the world would she do? She couldn't just set out walking to find somewhere else that might have a phone. Who knew if the next town was a mile away or a hundred miles away? And considering the state of this store, she was guessing it would be the latter.

Jenny took a deep breath but her eyes were still somewhat wide with the adrenaline rush accompanying the near panic attack she was trying to fight off. "I- yes, I got a box." She indicated the box under her arm and pulled it out to show Lexie and re-examine herself. Poking her finger through the contents inside she felt something solid in the tube socks. "What?" she muttered and pulled a bottle of water from one sock and a small brown bottle from the other. Her noise wrinkled with disgust. "What the hell is this stuff?"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-02 02:49 pm UTC (link)

The brunette in scrubs couldn't help it, she was feeling tired and vulnerable and well past the point of scared. She hadn't yet met anyone who filled any of the roles she needed - yet she kept being thrust back into being the caretaker. First she took care of Andy and now she was trying to take care of Jenny here. She couldn't turn off the feeling that she might actually fall apart at any moment and be exposed for some sort of fraud.

"We looked, Rorshach, Ciello and I. We looked every where for a phone," She started, choosing to dismiss the ridiculous question about her being on call. She wasn't really important enough to be on call - just called on.

Watching as the woman pulled out the small brown bottle, Lexie's nose wrinkled. At least chicadee here hadn't got a breast pump - that had been weird enough an experience for her, something told her it would send Jenny here off the edge.

"Well, it's kind of a survival pack, I guess. Though, who knows how much help it is." Taking a step closer, but stopping to lean against the counter, Lexie held her breath a moment. "I don't know what's in that bottle, though, I didn't have one of those."

"There's a whole lot of people here, maybe twenty or so, none of which with any clue where we are," She figured it went without saying that she was included in that number.

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-03 05:14 pm UTC (link)

This simply could not be happening. Not to her. Things like this didn't happen to her anymore. She was so careful. Still, here she was, in a place with no phones and no hope of leaving if Lexie was telling the truth. And Jenny read truth in the other girl's eyes. It scared the living shit out of her to see that.

Jenny's knees felt weak and she wished she had a paper bag to breathe into. It had been so long since she'd felt this horribly close to fainting and the swimming in her head didn't help one bit. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Lexie, breathing in and out as deeply as she could without drawing attention to the fact that she was just about in the middle of a full blown panic attack.

She swallowed hard agains the lump in her throat that was threatening to choke her. Tears began to burn in the corners of her eyes and she wanted so much to just collapse, wait for someone like Shane to come find her and take care of her. But that was impossible, according to Lexie and she was not doing that in front of a stranger. No fucking way was she doing anything but suck it up and put on a good face.

So, with another few deep breaths, Jenny forced herself back into a more normal state of mind. She sniffled and brushed at her nose once with the tips of slender fingers. "Okay," she began a little shakily and then her voice became stronger. "Okay, so we're stuck here. No phones. I don't figure you'd lie about that because no one in their right mind would want to be here if they didn't have to be." She indicated the horribly retro clothes on the racks around them with one hand.

"Um, thank you," she said to the other girl quietly, her voice low and drained of emotion. "Were - were you shopping before I interrupted you?" She couldn't imagine wanting to be stuck in scrubs forever herself and just might be persuaded to look through the racks of clothes here for a potential good find if desperate.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-04 11:48 am UTC (link)

Lexie watched as the girl in front of her crumbled into the tell tale signs of a panic attack. Her breathing became quick and rigid, tears caught at the corners of her eyes, and she looked like she was caught like a deer in headlights. Lexie counted herself fortunate that she hadn't had that exact same reaction.

"You have that right," she replied with a friendly tone in her voice. She couldn't help it, she wanted this girl to understand that maybe she wasn't quite as alone as she felt.

"So far no phones, though, I read something about somebody looking to make something to break the glass?" Lexie shook her head, she didn't want to get in to the journals - she wasn't even quite sure how they worked yet.

She wasn't sure what Jenny was thanking her for, so she just shrugged. She hadn't done anything aside from tell the truth - what else was she supposed to do? "Shopping? Sort of, I figured I should probably get changed out of these scrubs eventually, you know? I mean, I know I make the fashion statement of the year and everything, but I think I need something a little more fitting, you know?"

Pulling out a rather ugly pair of orange pants, neon and day glo she cringed. "I don't even want to know where people came up with this stuff..."

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-05 10:57 pm UTC (link)

"Okay, okay," Jenny repeated a few more times, wiping her nose with a handkerchief she had tucked away in the breast pocket of her tea dress. The cloth was monogrammed with the letters TLH and seeing them as she folded the handkerchief up to put it back into her pocket served to calm her even more. Tim. Tim would have wrapped his big, strong arms around her and made sure she felt safe. Well, the old Tim would have. Before she fucked it all up. Before Marina. Okay so that was making things worse. Jenny stashed the handkerchief in her pocket without folding it and sighed.

"There's glass?" she asked with a confused expression in her red-rimmed eyes. Jenny ran her fingers through her hair, trying to save face but finding instead that she still had remnants of leaves from waking up in the forest tangled in the long dark strands. She must look a complete mess. "Why would anyone need to break glass - oh..." she said and stopped as it sank in that the glass much be what kept them here in this town. She hadn't wondered about that until now. She wasn't going to think about it anymore or she would have another near panic attack.

"Yes, of course you would want to change out of scrubs," Jenny said with a smile beginning to light up her face. She felt a bit stronger now. She was slipping right into the zone where she could compartmentalize all of this negativity and push it away for later. Glancing around the store now with new eyes, she thought she could possibly get into the groove of shopping for a little while if Lexie wouldn't mind her hanging around. "But I think you'll have a very hard time finding anything worth wearing in here." She giggled then, catching herself off guard, as she looked at the pair of orange pants Lexie was looking at. "That is so bad."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-08 09:20 pm UTC (link)

Lexie ignored Jenny's notice of the glass and just let it lie. She didn't want to go on about all the people who had tried and failed to break it, and she certainly wasn't going to prattle on about her opinion as to this guy's thoughts as to his ability to break it. So far, banging on it hadn't done anything - why would other methods be any more effective?

Lexie returned the smile to Jenny in kind. Shopping therapy, Lexie knew it's merits well. "I know, right?" She said, dropping the pants like they were the most impossibly ugly thing on earth. "Well, the goal is something warm; it doesn't much matter what it looks like," Lexie hated thinking that way, but it was true - she didn't care what she had to wear so long as she managed to get out of her scrubs. If she weren't in the scrubs maybe she could stop being Doctor Lexie Grey for a little while. if she were out of the scrubs she'd be just like everyone else, right?

"C'mon sweatshirt," she muttered, sliding hangers along the rack quickly.

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