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Samuel T. Anders (cbuck) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-01 17:05:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, day 05, location: gym, open, sam anders, sid jenkins

Who: Samuel T. Anders, Sid Jenkins, OTA
What: Gym inspection
When: Day 5, Afternoon
Where: The gym
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

According to the map, the gym was somewhere in the direction of the thrift store and the majority of the buildings, then down, which he only understood because it was the opposite direction of the church. At least that's what he thought the map said. Whoever drew it wasn't exactly clear.

Upon approach, the building looked like many gyms he had seen before, just grown over and decaying like most of the buildings. There was a trail among the dirt and dust where people had come and gone from a common door, which told him that this was one of the more frequented spaces around here.

"Do you think someone's in there?" Sam asked over his shoulder to Sid. Every building he had been in so far had been occupied except for the Thrift store, which was eerie when empty. After the fall, Anders wasn't extremely fond of going into building alone, especially after one nearly collapsed on him. To himself, Anders wondered if there would be a setup already for pyramid, only to remember that no one here knew what it was.

The pursuit of pyramid wasn't because he was aching to play. Pyramid had become his distraction from horrible situations and a safe way to blow off steam.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 07:28 pm UTC (link)

Ever the dutiful sidekick, Sid was more than ready to follow when Anders said he was ready to head toward the gym. Prepared, he lit up a cigarette and walked beside the taller man, looking around as they went at the other buildings they passed. He thought to himself that the town looked almost ancient in its neglect, but he didn't say so to Anders. That would've been like announcing that the sky was blue. Duh.

Once they'd reached the gymnasium, which was easy enough to tell, because well, it looked like one, Sid meandered off just slightly, looking around to see if there was anyone or anything interesting he'd be missing if he didn't. A glint caught his eye and he pushed up his glasses on his nose. "Nah, mate, looks dead to me. Oi, come over here, yeah? I found something," he announced from the side of the building.

The sight of it would've been fascinating if the many, many images running through his head weren't such frightening possibilities of why it looked the way it did. Wedged into the wood on the side of the building was a hunting knife. Sid had reached for it and then pulled his hand away again as if burned before he could even touch it, upon closer inspection. There was dried blood on it. Well, it shouldn't just be left there, he didn't think, but Sid sure as hell wasn't going to take it. Anders should, he decided, because Anders was the military bloke. Once that was said and done, then they could go put together the Pyramid...thing.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 07:36 pm UTC (link)

Anders jogged over, extremely puzzled by what he saw. Since he had been in town, he hadn't seen a single weapon, then here was one, just abandoned in the wall of a building. "Huh," he puffed as he analyzed the knife.

Ignoring the blood and grime, he put his hand around the hilt and the other on the wall and gave it a firm tug. "This'll come in handy."

Knives, though not guns, were a really good deterrent for attack. Also unlike guns, they could be used as tools as well. In a gesture of good will, Sam flipped it around so held the blade by the flat and offered the hilt to Sid. "Finder's keepers?" Though in his gut he knew he could use the thing, he didn't want to short change Sid.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 07:55 pm UTC (link)

It didn't surprise Sid that Anders seemed unfazed by the blood on the knife's blade. Nor, actually, did it surprise him that the other man pulled the knife out of the wall. When he said it would come in handy, Sid smiled proudly. "Safe," he muttered. Finally, he was useful.

Shaking his head, though, Sid held up one hand and waved off the offer. "No thanks, I'll probably kill myself with it before I make use, mate," he laughed. "You have it. I wouldn't know what to do with it," he added. The idea of carrying one of those without some sort of sheath to keep him from cutting his own bollocks off or something was not appealing. "And now that's sorted, let's go inside, yeah?"

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cbuck
2009-05-01 08:06 pm UTC (link)

Anders gripped the knife in his left hand and nodded happily.

The drab interior was unsurprisingly in shambles. Once upon a time, it looked like it could have been a lively, spirited place, but now it looked no different than the gravestones outside of the church. The feeling of action and power that Anders was used to in facilities like this didn't emanate from the walls and there was no distant echo of cheering.

This place was dead. The realization made him glad to be holding the knife.

"Gods..." he murmured as he glanced around.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 08:40 pm UTC (link)

The inside of the gym was lit dimly only by sunlight that managed to stream through the dingy windows. It was cold-looking and not peaceful; almost as though a tornado had gone through it at some point, with the rims of the basketball hoops on the floor along with massive amounts of scattered debris and broken glass.

"Fuckin' hell," Sid said under his breath. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rising and a chill running down his spine. There wasn't anything inherently threatening about the place, but...it certainly made him feel uncomfortable for no reason he could single out.

"'s like the end of the bloody world in here," he said softly to Anders, furrowing his brow as he looked around.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 08:45 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah," Sam agreed as he cautiously walked along the wall, checking out the structure and the erosion. This 'end of the world' was a lot greener and dirtier than his 'end of the world'. Radiation tends to sterilize things. This looked more like people just disappeared.

The court looked like it was set up for a game that Anders was unfamiliar with. "What are those for?" he quietly asked, pointing to the two hoops, one of which had a rotten wad of rope hanging off of it.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 08:50 pm UTC (link)

As Anders walked along the wall, Sid wandered into the center of the gym, picking up a piece of broken fiberglass and squinting reflexively as he looked up to see that it had come from one of the backboards of the basketball hoops.

At the sound of the other man's voice, Sid looked over at him and then followed the pointing finger. "Basketball," he replied almost stoically. "At least at one point, they were. The hoop should still be attached to that board just there," he said, pointing at the chipped fiberglass backboard.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"What do you do? Throw the ball through the hoop, yeah?" If there was one thing Anders understood, it was sports. They had rules and regulations, boundaries and scores. It was possible within this contained space of lines to exist in a moment of perfection. The shot on the buzzer that wins the game.

Everything in the real world was too complicated. Life, love, death, and other everyday problems didn't have a rulebook nor referees. It was play the game and keep living or die and float down that final river.

The place was big enough for two pyramid courts. It would definitely do for one.

"Shannon said that there's balls in the, uh," he paused as he thumbed through the journal. "'The office in the boy's locker room'... in the cabinets." Hopefully they had air or a pump.