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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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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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