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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-29 15:59:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, cielo, day 05, location: theatre, sid jenkins

Day Five - Early Evening
Who: Sid Jenkins and Cielo
What: Chance meeting
When: Day 5, Early evening
Where: The theater
Rating: PG-13 for language...it's Sid, after all.
Status: Incomplete; dropped

The day was dragging and the sirens had gone past the point of annoying and well into the point of making Sid want to punch someone in the bloody face. His head was pounding now. After meeting up with Anders, even though Logan had said to stay put and to keep his 'damn head down,' Sid was itching to move around. There had to be a telly somewhere, right? Or a computer. Something. He was bored out of his mind already.

Dragging his feet as he walked slowly down the dirt road, Sid looked around as he went. Everything looked in shambles or worse. Even though he was restless, Sid was starting to get tired, his feet hurt, and he didn't feel like walking anymore. Dropping down onto the steps of the building in front of him, Sid took out his journal, the cigarettes, and a lighter. With one hand, he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it while, with the other, he poised his pen and jotted down a note to Logan. He tried to ignore how it reminded him of having to leave notes for his parents when he went out before he'd been old enough to take care of himself in their absence of concern for him.

Then, he stretched out and laid down on the top stair, closing his eyes. With a groan, he opened them again when the alarm sounded loudly almost as if in response. "Bollocks..." he muttered with a frown, staring up at the sky.

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cloudlesssky
2009-04-29 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Cielo had finally managed to find the gas station and, from there, it was easy for him to find the display of brightly wrapped candies. The names, much as he had figured, meant little to nothing to him, but the wrappers were all brightly colored and attractive to his eyes. Only the thought of rationing kept him from grabbing up as many packets as could fill the pockets of his jeans but he did make a mental note to check back after while and see if anything new or interesting was in stock. Speaking of stock, Cielo made a quick mental inventory of what could easily be found on the shelves but he put off amending his personal report until he had more to add.

Now that one of the delightfully delicious pixie stix had been devoured, Cielo half-danced down the widest of the Captio streets. The sugar which seemed to be the main ingredient in these wonderful, wonderful foods hit his blood in the most pleasurable sort of way and, though he was still a bit tired and a bit on edge from the intermittent sirens, he found it quite easy to put that aside.

A half-filled sugar straw jittered between his lips as he continued on down the street, but Cielo came to a less than graceful stop when he spotted a form sprawled out in front of one of the buildings. His head canted to a curious angle, he ambled over. "Hey, you dead, man?"

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emo_underdog
2009-04-29 06:18 pm UTC (link)

Sid lolled his head lazily to the side upon hearing a voice. Was that accent Jamaican? On a white guy? Sid blinked. "Nah, mate, just tired," he admitted, slowly sitting up and lifting his glasses off to put them in his lap so that he could more easily rub his tired eyes. With a sigh, he put the glasses back on and looked up at the other guy. "Which one are you, then?" he asked with a small smile. "I'm Sid."

With that, Sid held a hand out for the other man to shake. He looked young and Sid had to admit that the dreadlocks were kind of brilliant. In fact, the sight of the kid made Sid grin a little.

"Do those sirens every bloody stop?" he asked, in addition, frowning slightly.

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cloudlesssky
2009-04-29 07:40 pm UTC (link)

"Ah, I hear ya on that," Cielo agreed with a sympathetic grin. He found the other guy's accent to be interesting, mostly because it was different than the others he had heard so far, and so it was natural for him to plop himself down on one of the lower steps. His grin widening, he moved his hand in an elaborate wave. "I'm Cielo. Nice to meet ya, Sid!"

He eyed the hand which had been extended with a curious expression. His head moved to tip a bit to the other side and Cielo chewed thoughtfully at the end of his pixie stix as he tried to decide just what Sid wanted him to do.

"I dunno, man," he sighed in response to the latter question. "I hope they do sometime soon. I kinda feel like I'm going outta my head, you know?"

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emo_underdog
2009-04-30 12:52 am UTC (link)

Sid blinked and grinned, amused, when Cielo did his wave. "Cielo," he repeated, putting the name and face to memory. "Nice to meet you, too," he replied.

It was slightly disconcerting - or maybe just moreso confusing - that the kid sat down beside him and seemed friendly enough but rather than shake Sid's hand, he simply tipped his head a bit to the side and chewed on the end of his Pixie Stick. That...was weird, right? Didn't Jamaicans shake hands? Sid supposed he wouldn't know, since he'd obviously never been there, but it was sort of a universal gesture, wasn't it? "O...kay..." he said awkwardly, dropping his hand away and instead, taking out the pack of cigarettes again. It was nearly gone, now, already. Bollocks to that; it meant another trip back to the bloody petrol station later. He should've done what Anders had and taken an extra pack.

"Yeah, me too," Sid agreed to the sentiment that Cielo felt like he was going 'out of his head.' "Bit annoying, yeah? I'm getting a migraine, I think," he laughed. Of course, it was an exaggeration; Sid had had far worse headaches than the dull throb of one that he had presently. "How long have they been going off?"

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cloudlesssky
2009-04-30 03:18 am UTC (link)

"It's weird saying that, isn't it?" Cielo laughed slightly, but his expression and manner were enough to make it clear that he wasn't laughing at Sid in any malicious or mean sort of way. "I dunno how anything can be 'nice' in a place like this but, you know? Pretty much everyone I see here actually is pretty nice. S'weird."

It was only after Sid had put his hand away that Cielo caught the implication that he was probably supposed to do something in response to the extended offering. Unfortunately, he couldn't come up with anything appropriate and so figured that it was probably best to have that slightly awkward moment rather than to do something completely weird and possibly offensive. He'd just have to learn what extended hands meant at another time. "Ah, sorry!" He scratched idly at the back of his head and grinned a bit foolishly. "I'm a bit new to all of this. No offense meant, yea?"

The unfamiliar pack caused his eyebrows to raise but Cielo came to the quick decision that what came out of it was most likely not candy and so he found that he wasn't entirely interested. Finishing the last of the candy that had been between his lips, he took a moment to think on the last question. "I dunno how long, for real, but it seemed like they started this morning. I been hoping that they'll stop soon but I dunno what we'll do if they keep going all night."

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emo_underdog
2009-04-30 12:58 pm UTC (link)

Sid smiled and nodded. "Bloody stupid saying," he agreed. Because, really, that saying was nothing more than a common courtesy. Sometimes, it wasn't nice to meet a person. Sometimes they were foul, but one still always said it was nice to meet them, anyway. It was so ingrained into society that it had become rather a reflex. "Yeah, I've only met three people in person - that's including you. So far, so good. Only, I'd still rather be back in New York," he sighed. Looking for Cass went unsaid.

The facial expression coupled with Cielo's proclamation that he was new at all of this - whatever 'all of this' was - lent Sid the idea that maybe the other bloke really didn't know what a handshake was. That was almost a little mind-boggling as a possibility, but there it was. He held his hand out again. "Handshake, yeah? Universal greeting, mate." He decided he might as well explain it to the guy while he was at it, since he'd be coming on contact with a lot of people trying to shake his hand when they met in person, at this rate. "You take my hand, we shake and let go; just a greeting. Are you having me on or do you really not know it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.\

All signs so far seemed to point to the idea that the alarms had started that morning, whatever they were. Sid didn't know if that meant something good or something bad, so he shrugged and decided it was better not to further that conversation without anywhere really to go with it. "So what is this place? 's like an exhibit at the zoo, yeah?" he asked, referring to the glass wall that even Logan's claws of what-the-fuckery had been unable to mar.

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cloudlesssky
2009-05-05 11:03 pm UTC (link)

"I've only met a few others myself," Cielo sympathized with a slight nod. Even so, he did count himself as being fortunate enough to have found mostly good people in this place - even if there were still one or two about whom he wasn't entirely sure. It certainly didn't help that no one here seemed to be of the same nature as he, but Cielo was slowly coming to terms with the fact that there seemed to be a severe lack of Junkyard graduates in this place. "New York?" He asked almost absently. Another thing to which he was slowly becoming adjusted was the fact that many words and ideas spoken by the others here were foreign but it just meant that he'd have to ask questions - even if that could be annoying for some of the other citizens.

"Oh, it's a greeting!" Cielo nodded his understanding. A slightly foolish grin tugged at his lips as he stared at the held out hand but, this time, he lightly took the offered hand in own and gave it a light shake. It was an interesting gesture to Cielo but he could easily see that it was a simple way of showing that there were no arms, hidden or obvious, on either of them. "I dunno. I never saw anyone do that before. Greetings like that are pretty foreign, yea?"

"I really dunno what this is." A slight frown tugged at his expression as Cielo crossed his arms. His initial thought of this being Nirvana still held but he was beginning to wonder just what sort of Nirvana it could be if disturbing experiments were quite common and no comrades were to be found. "I kinda thought this was Nirvana but I dunno. If it is, it's a pretty weird version, yea? No one really seems to know anything about what's happening..."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-05 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Sid nodded once again. "How long have you been here? I just got here this morning," he explained as if to defend his own reason for having only met three people. When he looked through the journals, it was like a bloody party and he felt like the only one uninvited, when he really thought about it. Like a rave he didn't have the credentials for which to be admitted. In short, total fucking bollocks. "Yeah, 'm from Bristol, but I was looking for someone in New York. America's bloody awful from what I've seen, I have to say," he replied, failing to notice the absent tone in the other boy's voice. One thing that could almost always be said about Sid was that he was, on the whole, fairly oblivious to the world around him. Had he been paying proper attention, he'd have been aware of the tone of voice meaning that perhaps the bloke didn't quite understand where or what New York was.

Laughing a little and grinning, Sid nodded. "A greeting, yeah, mate." He shook Cielo's hand and then raised his eyebrow again. "Foreign? No...where are you from? It's a pretty universal gesture, yeah?" he replied, still thinking perhaps this Cielo was having him on.

At Cielo's response about this place, Sid furrowed his brow. "Nirvana, like...religiously?" he asked, a little confused but wanting very much to be on the same page with this bloke. The religious discussion with Anders had been a bit exhausting, although however interesting it was as well, Sid didn't particularly feel up to repeating it with Cielo. "'m not sure I follow, mate," he added apologetically.

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cloudlesssky
2009-05-06 01:19 am UTC (link)

"I been here two days," Cielo responded with a rather heavy sigh. It seemed almost impossible to him that he'd really been stuck in this place all on his own for that long but it wasn't hard for him to do the math when there was a definite division between night and day. He chewed lightly on his lip as Sid went on to talk about Bristol and New York and America but he really didn't do much more than look politely puzzled; asking questions about these things seemed as if they'd only put Sid further on edge as to why Cielo knew none of this and he wasn't entirely eager to see this happen. "Can't be any worse than this, yea? I mean, I guess it could but it'd be pretty tough, I think."

"I never saw anything like it before," he admitted with a small laugh. To be entirely honest, Cielo knew that he could have easily mistaken the gesture for something offensive but, looking back now, he could see just how innocent it was. "Junkyard, the place I came from is called. I guess we just don't believe in greetings, huh?"

"Religious, yea, in a way," Cielo nodded carefully. His brow furrowed as he tried to think how to best explain it and he cocked his head slightly to one side. "It's where we're supposed to go once we do what we're supposed to do in Junkyard - but I dunno if this is really it or if something went kinda wrong. It's not really how I thought it'd be."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-06 01:03 pm UTC (link)

With a small sigh of his own, Sid nodded. He wondered if Cielo meant he'd been there for two days and this was his third, or if he'd been there one day and this was his second, but he didn't ask for clarification. Fact of the matter was, this was the first person that he'd met face to face who hadn't said that they'd woken up in the woods in this place that same morning. He tried to ignore the way it felt a bit less dream-like when he thought about it that way. "Dunno, mate, only thing I don't like about this place is the whole not being where Cass is thing," he admitted. "Oh, and those bloody sirens." Sid had heard that the place was dangerous, but all he had managed to notice so far was a glass wall and a bunch of decrepit buildings. "People here are nicer, though," he added by way of clarifying what he'd meant.

"Oh...right..." Sid said, giving a facial shrug. Anders had talked about a million things Sid had never heard of, so he decided that even though it was pretty strange that Cielo had never seen or heard of a handshake, he'd give the other bloke the benefit of the doubt in the matter. Christ, Anders had acted like no one had ever been to Earth, after all, and Sid knew that was a load of bollocks because he was bloody from there, so a handshake, in the grand scheme of things, really didn't seem that odd when he thought about it. "Junkyard? Where's that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Like, when you die, y'mean?" Sid ventured. "Like Heaven and Hell stuff?" Sid could understand that. Nirvana, though, had a sound like it'd be more along the lines of Heaven, but then, Sid didn't want to assume. "'m pretty sure whatever it is, mate, this isn't it. I know I didn't die and 'm not that religious. Wouldn't think a bloke like me would end up in the same place as you if you are religious, yeah?"

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cloudlesssky
2009-05-06 03:20 pm UTC (link)

"You're missing someone, too?" Cielo realized a bit too late that his voice held a note of hope when he asked the question but his lack of social graces made it near impossible to realize just how he might sound. Then again, the thought that he wasn't the only one who had somehow been separated from his comrades renewed a touch of hope which had been slowly dying ever since he had realized that he had awakened here without his tribe. "I guess that happens a lot here, though. It kinda seems like pretty much everyone was pulled away from their comrades, yea? Though at least the people here are pretty nice. A little bit weird, maybe, but pretty nice."

"I dunno. It was always just the Junkyard." He shrugged just slightly. It had never occurred to him that the place where he had spent so many years could or even should have another name; they had always just called it as the Karma Society had told them - but, then again, the Society also told them that they would ascend to Nirvana as soon as the last tribe was conquered and yet here he sat in a place that was nothing much like what he was promised. "That's always what we were told to call it, anyway. I dunno if it had any other name."

"Something like that? It was more like once a tribe hit a goal they were allowed to ascend to Nirvana. We were told Nirvana was a paradise but--" Cielo paused. A frown briefly tugged down the corner of his lips as he turned his head to glance at the desolate town all around him and he couldn't help but think that even the Junkyard was preferable to this - at least he had his comrades, there. Still, the mood passed rather quickly and he offered Sid a slanted grin. "Yea, I dunno. I'm starting to think something went wrong. I mean, not that ya couldn't make Nirvana or anything but I haven't seen anyone quite like me here so I dunno if this really is the Nirvana we were promised. Really, ya could be right that this is something else entirely."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-15 09:07 pm UTC (link)

The hopeful tone in the other bloke's voice caused Sid to furrow his brow with confusion. "Yeah..." he replied, drawing the word out awkwardly. A nod, next, and Sid thought maybe the guy's tone was a mistake or perhaps he just wanted to know he wasn't the only one missing someone back home; or, in Sid's case, just back in the real world, so to speak. "Bit weird? Yeah...I had a conversation with a bloke today who was certain Earth wasn't being inhabited or something," he replied with a small smile. "Weird, that, considering I live on Earth and all."

Just the Junkyard, Cielo said and Sid tried not to furrow his brow in confusion again. He'd never heard of a place just called the Junkyard; to Sid, it sounded like a place to leave rubbish, but he didn't say as much. He simply shrugged in return. "Oh. Right, yeah..." he replied awkwardly. Maybe the other guy was just uneducated; maybe - Sid smirked slightly at the mean-spirited thought - he was just American and happened to have the Jamaican accent because his parents had it.

"Yeah, 'm pretty sure this isn't your Nirvana then. Not if it's supposed to be Paradise. This bloody place is mad, at best," he answered. He felt for the guy, he really did. Sid had been minding his own business, just trying to get a bit of shut eye before waking up to look for Cass some more when he'd been put here, wherever here was. "My sympathies, mate," he offered with a small, sympathetic smile.

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