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Tweak says, "Eat at Joe's"

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
2009-05-06 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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