InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "CANDYBAR ATTACK NOW!"

Samuel T. Anders (cbuck) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-27 21:03:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 05, location: gas station, sam anders, sid jenkins

Day 5: Paradise in Hell
Who: Samuel T. Anders & Sid Jenkins
What: Anders meets up with Sid and gets food
When: Day 5, morning
Where: Gas Station
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Shoes felt amazing. No matter how many extreme situations Sam had been through, he had never been shoeless.

The thrift store was a bit of a tough walk from the church without a shirt, jacket or shoes. After picking through the oddly-scented collection of clothes, Anders found a greenish t-shirt, a used pair of trainers, a gray sweatshirt with some strange logo on it and a military jacket, much like the one he'd been missing all morning.

Now that he was dressed, it was time to go eat.

Following the map in his journal, Sam wandered along the road towards the gas station. This kid Sid made this place sound like paradise, at least to someone who's been in the fleet for the past few months and has done nothing but choke down processed algae and recycled water. Also, he could really use a cigarette.

"Sid," Anders called out to see if the kid was there.

(Post a new comment)

emo_underdog
2009-04-27 11:50 pm UTC (link)

"Keep your damn head down, kid," Sid told himself, rolling his eyes a bit. It was unfamiliar and pleasant that someone gave a shit about him, but it wasn't like the sentiment Logan had given was exactly heartfelt. So, Sid opened a pack of fags - cigarettes, or you'll get beaten up, that guy said, he reminded himself - snatched up a lighter and hopped up onto the counter for lack of any sort of stool. The splinters of wood on the floor lent Sid the idea that maybe someone had decided the stool was better use for something else. Like being the shit out of someone, maybe. Who knew?

After managing to suck down at least a quarter of the pack in succession, Sid hopped back off the counter. There were racks and racks of things to look through and it wasn't like Sid was going anywhere. Logan said stay put, so Sid was going to stay put. Bit boring just sitting there, though, smoking. So, he made his way to the back of the store, looking at everything and picking bags of crisps and candy bars off the shelves as he went.

Stuffing his face less than politely with chocolate and Doritos, Sid had made his way back to the coolers. They weren't cold when he opened them and he was a bit disappointed at the lack of icy rush hitting his face, but he'd seen the beer almost immediately and wasted no time snatching up a can and cracking it open. The first sip had taken him a bit by surprise. All right, a lot by surprise and had ended up sprayed all over the glass of the refrigerator door when he spit it out reflexively. "Shit!" he'd exclaimed. It was warm and, well, kind of disgusting. Clearly, it was not European, for its weakness in taste. After taking a moment to recover, though, Sid decided that beer was beer and beggars couldn't be choosers. He'd finished the can in record time.

A second can of Miller's Light and a handful of Pixie Stix later, Sid sidled lazily into the loo at the back of the shop. It smelled horrific, but Sid had definitely smelled worse without a doubt, so he barely noticed. He'd moved on to washing his hands with the nearly spent and flimsy sliver of soap left on the grimy sink when he heard his name being called. "Oi, yeah," he called back, wiping his hands on his jeans and making his way back out of the bathroom.

There was a man inside now and it wasn't Logan. He wondered if the bloke standing there was George - of the blunt persuasion - or Anders - of the robot persuasion. "Hi, sorry...been about a day since I've gotten to use the loo, so...heh," he replied almost sheepishly. "Which one are you then?" he asked as he made his way toward the other man, snatching up another beer chocolate bar along the way. American chocolate left an awful lot to be desired, he had already decided. Apparently, American everything except for cigarettes was bland and nearly tasteless by comparison...

(Reply to this)

	cbuck 2009-04-28 12:07 am UTC (link)
	Once completely inside, Sam pulled off the hood form his sweatshirt. He glanced around at all the food. Already, his taste buds were watering. It took him a moment before his eyes landed on the kid. "Anders," he said as he offered his hand. "You must be Sid." A grin tugged the corners of his cheeks. (Reply to this) (Thread)

emo_underdog
2009-04-28 12:15 am UTC (link)

Grinning back, Sid took the offered hand and shook it. "That's me. You're the one with the robots and the sport I've never heard of, yeah? A lot of people and information all at once, forgive me, mate; bit confusing," he apologized, letting his hand drop back to his side. "Oh, right, er...beer in the fridge, cigarettes behind the counter, crisps and candy as far as the eye can see," he said with a lazy wave of his hand behind him.

Anders was tall, fuck's sake... He did look like a jock, though, Sid would willingly give him that much without a question.

	cbuck 2009-04-28 09:27 pm UTC (link)
	Listening closely, Anders nodded. "University's good. Better if you've got something you're good at." Wasn't that the truth. Sam had done school on the side while playing small time, but it was never really his thing. He wanted to be tested on the court, not textbooks. Another long drag took that cigarette nearly down to the filter. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	emo_underdog 2009-04-28 09:36 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm crap at everything, mate," Sid laughed, shaking his head. "That's just what I was least shit at," he corrected. And, really, Sid wasn't sure that he cared in the least about psychology so long as Angie wasn't teaching it. The grades had sagged a little, after all, when she'd quit her job. "Did you go? To Uni, I mean?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)