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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.

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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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