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

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!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.

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cbuck
2009-04-28 07:05 pm UTC (link)

There was a split second where some of his major collisions zipped through his mind. "Yeah."

Now that he was thinking about it, he really missed playing. The last time he played was on New Caprica. The rest of the time, it was that stupid game in Joe's. If he were going to be stuck for much longer

"I say its easy, but I've also been playing since I was six or seven."

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emo_underdog
2009-04-28 07:51 pm UTC (link)

Sid made a face. "Doubt if I'd do very well in a sport like Pyramid then, mate," he replied with a laugh. The idea of being knocked around by guys the size of Anders was less than appealing, never mind the fact that Sid had never been good at a sport as simple as football where all the players had to do was kick the bloody ball into a goal.

"That's a long time to stick with one sport, mate, you must like it," Sid observed. "Maybe you should make a court. Teach some of the others to play. There was a gymnasium on the map in the journal...wonder if you could do it there... Is it an indoor sport or an outdoor one?"

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cbuck
2009-04-28 08:00 pm UTC (link)

"I was your size once. Don't sweat it."

The love of the game was in his blood by this point. Mostly from being beaten in there. "Its a good game, and its been good to me. Money, friends, the works."

At the suggestion of making a court, Sam grinned from ear to ear. "It goes anywhere." That was always one of the charms of it. It was beginning to be a pattern. If you're stranded somewhere for a while, build a pyramid court.

All things considered it was a good plan. "Maybe I'll go scout out the place." Already, he was going through the things it took to build the previous two courts.

"Oh, and we'll need a ball."

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emo_underdog
2009-04-28 08:42 pm UTC (link)

Sid raised a doubtful eyebrow. "When you were, what, nine?" he joked. "Money?" he asked, then, perking up just a bit. "So, it's got a professional division then, yeah?" he asked. Then, he pulled a face, impressed. "Huh."

The grin on the other man's face was infectious and Sid grinned, too. He might not have any intention of playing, but he was curious as hell to see how the game looked in progress. "Cool," he replied. "You should. If you get hard up for a ball, can't you just...I dunno, wad up a shirt or something? Yeah?" he suggested with a shrug.

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cbuck
2009-04-28 08:47 pm UTC (link)

"Pros all the way up to the colonial level. I played for the Caprica Bucaneers," Sam proudly stated. The C Bucs may have been one of the rowdiest teams on the court, but they earned their rankings when they got them. "It wouldn't work too well, but I'm sure we can get something going."

Anders tossed back the last of his beer and rather loudly smacked down the can. That was something he got from too many drinking games. Contently full of carbos and brew, he took another deep drag and puffed it out. "So, what do you do in your not-here life?"

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emo_underdog
2009-04-28 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Sid smiled at the proud tone in Anders' voice. The only ever time he'd heard that tone in someone's voice was in Tony's voice when he'd been talking about how wrapped around his finger Michelle had been. It was nice to hear pride about something positive for once. "Well, maybe there's some footballs or something in there, I haven't been," he said with another shrug. "I'm sure you could figure something out." He had almost said he was sure that they could figure something out, but decided against it. He'd only get in the other guy's way, probably.

The laugh that emitted itself at the way Anders slammed down the empty beer can was something over which Sid had no control. It brought back memories. A lot of great memories of drinking games and binges and all the fun times they'd had back before everything got fucked up when Tony was hit by the bus. Before Cass ran away. ...before Chris died.

"Me? Well, I just finished my A-levels...should be heading off to Uni in a few months. That is if I can ever find my way home," he replied. Sid hadn't really wanted to go off to university, but he hadn't much of a choice in the matter. It was just...what you were expected to do, he supposed. "I was thinking maybe psychology...Angie's class was the only one I wasn't complete crap in," he added with an impish grin. Not that he'd ever told anyone, and not that he ever would, but Sid's grades in Angie's class had gone up considerably after he'd walked in on her practically naked in the staff locker room while following Tony. There wasn't any particular reason why, really, because it wasn't like seeing her tits really changed anything, but...well. It made it easier to pay attention to her rather than Michelle once in a while in class. He'd never admit it if asked, but Michelle had nothing on Angie in the tits department. That was for sure.

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	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)

cbuck
2009-04-28 09:45 pm UTC (link)

The thought of someone having no skills whatsoever was impossible to him. "I have a hard time believing that you're crap at everything."

When Sid asked about Sam and Uni, the tall, muscular man shrugged. "Yeah, well, sort of." The complicated story of the ins and outs of trying to become a pro sports player while in school was one that he wasn't fond of. "I copped out a little early when I got signed."

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emo_underdog
2009-04-28 10:05 pm UTC (link)

"You'd be surprised," Sid replied with a solemn nod and a semi-serious expression. It cracked, though, into a smile and Sid shrugged. "Actually, I'm only crap because I don't actually care about anything. I can hold the hell out of my liquor and I'm really good at getting into trouble without meaning to," he said, "but I'm pretty sure none of that counts as skills." Sid laughed, then and went back into the crisps, shoving a handful into his mouth.

Giving Anders a facial shrug, Sid nodded. "Nice," he replied, his reply muffled by the half-chewed potato chips.

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	cbuck 2009-04-28 10:10 pm UTC (link)
	"With those skills," Sam laughed, "you'd be surprised how far you can get. You sound just like have the jokers in my squadron." On the spot, he couldn't think of one of them who didn't fit that description. Drunks and thieves, the lot of them, at least in the pilot's rec room. Before it could burn down more, Anders dropped the cigarette into the beer can. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

emo_underdog
2009-04-29 01:17 am UTC (link)

Sid, too, laughed. "Yeah?" he asked. It was kind of cool being likened to military men. If his father was still alive, maybe just maybe, hearing something like that would've made him proud of Sid for a split second in his life.

"So how long d'you reckon before those bloody things stop?" he asked flinching his way into an annoyed grimace as another alarm blared in the still air muffled only slightly by the fact that they were inside a building. "Might be useful for your game though, yeah?" he joked. "Use it to clock breaks when you need 'em."

Reaching up behind the counter to the shelf above his head, Sid grabbed a pack of cigarettes and then another lighter, holding both out to Anders. "Here y'go, mate. Beats having to come to hang out with me anytime you want one," he laughed.

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cbuck
2009-04-29 01:26 am UTC (link)

The buzzer caused Sam to wince. It wasn't just the noise, it was the spontaneity of it that was the most frustrating. In the fleet if something was sudden, especially noises as loud as that alarm, it tended to be bad.

"Hey, thanks," Anders said as he pocketed the pack and the lighter. He then promptly bent back, reached up, and grabbed anther pack. "Just in case." He pocketed that one, too.

So many people he knew sounded like Sid, especially these days. It just wasn't worth it, in his eyes, to be so down on yourself unless its about real shit like maiming someone or being a Cylon. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Sid. It ain't worth it." That was the honest truth. Someone so eager could put all that energy towards something good.

As he spoke, Sam started to pick up a few things here and there, candy, chips, beer, etc. and stuffing his many pockets. If he was going to be here, he was going to enjoy it.

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emo_underdog
2009-04-29 01:43 am UTC (link)

"No problem," Sid replied with a small smile. The smile stretched into a grin when Anders took another pack, shoving that into his pocket as well. "Cheers," Sid laughed.

The other man's sentiment startled Sid. Bollocks, was he really that obvious? He must be, he supposed, if the bloke was picking up on it when they'd just met. Maybe that was why Tone treated him like shit; because it was easy when Sid set himself up for it. He supposed the same was true for Anwar and 'Chelle.

Unfortunately, the problem with Anders statement was just that - he didn't know Sid at all. Being hard on himself was all Sid knew. Everyone else was hard on him. Up until the night he'd died, Sid was fairly certain that his own father hated him. Even the small chat they'd had, had his father lived another day, would've likely been forgotten and he'd have managed to further disappoint. Oh, there it was...that was a skill Sid had: disappointing people. Frequently and without discrimination. Everyone from his parents to Cass and back again.

Instead of replying, Sid merely shrugged. There wasn't anything to say in response that wouldn't be a lie or else make him sound like a poof. He watched as Anders seemed to be stocking up. "You think we're really stuck, mate?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "Because if we're really not going anywhere, I s'pose I ought to find somewhere to stay. I don't really fancy sleeping on the counter," he added, hammering a fist lightly against the wood.

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cbuck
2009-04-29 01:56 am UTC (link)

Now he was in survival mode. While stuck in the hills above Caprica City after the fall, Anders learned a lot from some crazy survivalists. Rule number one was food. Eat it. Number two was shelter.

"Right, sleeping places... in case those alarms ever turn off."

Out of the small collection of toiletries, Sam plucked out shampoo, soap, a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, razors, shaving cream, and deodorant. His pants, sweatshirt, and jacket pockets were all rather full by this point. They were even organized. Food in the sweatshirt, candy and one can of beer in the jacket, two more cans of beer in one cargo pocket and the toiletries in the other on his pants.

"If we are stuck here, we may as well enjoy it."

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emo_underdog
2009-04-29 02:22 am UTC (link)

Sid gave Anders a smirk, although his eyes betrayed it. He still wasn't willing to resign himself to the possibility that this was all real and that he wasn't going anywhere. "Where d'you think you'll stay?" he asked, mostly making conversation, but partially to make a mental note so as not to inadvertently tread on toes by ending up in the same place at the end of the night.

"Er...there's plastic bags behind the counter, mate..." Sid said awkwardly, feeling a bit stupid for not having pointed it out to the poor sod sooner than when all of his pockets were practically overflowing with goods.

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cbuck
2009-04-29 02:31 am UTC (link)

With his full pockets, Anders walked back over to the counter, contemplating the bags, but the deciding against them due to noise and hassle. Instead of unloading his loaded pockets, he gathered up his journal and started thumbing through.

"I was gonna go check out the gym." That Pyramid court wasn't sounding like a bad idea. That was, of course, if he figured they'd be here long enough for it. The court at Delphi High was up by the end of day three.

First thing was first, however, he wanted to know more about this place.

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emo_underdog
2009-04-29 02:52 am UTC (link)

"Oh yeah?" Sid asked. "To make your court or whatever, yeah? I could try to help, if you like. I dunno how useful I'll be, but at the very least I can maybe help look for things you'd need," he offered. Mainly, Sid's reasoning was that Logan had told him to stay put and keep his head down, but already Sid was heading toward cabin fever. At least if he had a big bloke like Anders with him, maybe he'd still be okay.

Don't suppose you've got a set of metal claws, do you, mate? he thought to himself with a smirk as he watched Anders flipping through the journal. Yeah, didn't think so.

"I saw that there was a theater...wonder if anyone's in there. I'm thinking that would be as good a place as any to have a lie down later. Here's hoping they've got those padded seats rather than the old wooden ones..." he said, his voice trailing off for lack of anything constructive to add to the conversation at hand.

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cbuck
2009-04-29 02:58 am UTC (link)

With his face still in the journal, reading all the different scrawling in there, he nodded. "Sure, yeah." Though the answer wasn't the most interested sounding, Sam knew that sticking together was a good idea.

The plan was formulating behind Sam's eyes as he looked up. "I'm gonna sit here for a bit and work out some stuff in here," he thought aloud, motioning with his journal again, "then, yeah, lets head over to the gym."

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emo_underdog
2009-04-29 01:59 pm UTC (link)

The lack of enthusiasm Anders showed for Sid's offer to help didn't phase or surprise him at all. It was a little disappointing considering the other man had just told him not to be so hard on himself, but it wasn't anything Sid wasn't used to. It was easy for him to let that sort of thing roll off his shoulders with little effort.

He nodded. "Cool," he replied. Sid figured maybe it was best to just leave Anders to it, so he wandered off, lighting up another cigarette and dragging off it as he perused the various items on the racks.

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