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

Entry tags:

!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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emo_underdog
2009-05-19 12:34 am UTC (link)

Boy, this bloke was really optimistic, wasn't he? Sid raised his eyebrows almost incredulously. Life wasn't easy. Life was shit, every minute of it. If it wasn't one thing, it was another and the only time Sid was ever really happy was when he was sleeping or wanking and that was the sad truth of it. Everyone treated him like shit or worse and those who didn't, didn't because they were dead. Far be it for Sid, though, to rain on the guy's parade. So he shrugged and decided to play along. "Probably, yeah," he agreed. "If all it takes is a matter of time after making a wish, then, it's really only a waiting game until we're all on a beach somewhere with loads of fit girls and spliff," he said with a small smirk. Or just me and the loads of girls, actually, but...

The sentiment that it was no fun if you couldn't share was one that Sid knew very well, only he attached the thought to drugs and alcohol more than candy, really. Still, it meant the same thing and Sid understood, so he grinned and nodded as such. "Yeah, dunno how much more I can take myself, mate," he agreed in reference to the sodding alarms. "Might go back up to the petrol station and see if wrapping my coat around my head will block it out," he said, only half joking.

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