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Tweak says, "COME FLY WITH ME"

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 07:55 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.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Sid nodded. "Yeah. Should be another hoop over there," Sid said, pointing to the other side of the court where the second hoop should rightfully be, if it wasn't on the floor in shambles, instead.

"Two points for most scores; three points for a shot from behind a certain line, I think. You can't run with the ball unless you're dribbling - er, bouncing it - or else it's a foul. No checking, if I remember right," he explained. It wasn't like Sid ever played a regulated game; just every once in a while on the playground at school when he was younger. Usually with Tony. Always on the losing pair.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Sid looked over toward the locker room entrances. One was clearly marked as women; the other's paint had been scraped off or had faded, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it was the men's room. "Safe, I dunno if there's gonna be any balls the size you're used to, mate, but it's worth a go, yeah?" he asked with a smile.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 09:25 pm UTC (link)

The journal thudded closed. "No checking? Sounds boring," he jested. The joke brought a smile to his face and was nice in the tension.

The knife made it awkward for Sam to slip the journal back into his pocket. For now, despite how cool it was to have a weapon, Anders noted that it was going to be a problem until he could find a safe way to carry it. He hoped a solution would show itself eventually. Until then, he'd have to keep his eyes peeled.

Warily, he wandered through the unmarked entrance.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Sid laughed, nodding. "Bit, yeah," he agreed. He followed Sam, then, into the hallway leading to the men's locker room, digging out his lighter and striking it. "'s bloody dark back here with no windows," he mumbled.

The hall was even more dank and dreary than the main court. "This way, yeah?" he guessed, nodding toward what looked more like a locker room from where he stood than the room that opened to showers on the other side of the hall.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Sam's eyes adjusted quickly. After months in space, the world outside seemed overwhelmingly bright at times. "Yep.

They made their way through the dark maze and into the locker room. A door in a dark locker room wouldn't be easy to find. Sam started by walking along the lockers and trying not to hit his shins on the benches that his leg nudged. He wondered if anything was in these destitute metal boxes. As his hand brushed the metal, he recoiled. The metal was mostly rusted. No running his fingers along that.

"Just got to find the door..."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 10:02 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, right," Sid said quickly, holding up the lighter a little higher in the air, hoping that its radiating light would illuminate a little of Anders' path as well. "Have you still got yours? Might help," he suggested, thinking that he'd remembered seeing Anders take a lighter and shove it in his pocket. Maybe he was wrong, but he thought that he'd seen it.

While Anders was trying to use the lockers, it seemed, to guide his way, Sid had his eyes down watching the shadows dancing over the benches to lead his way. This locker room looked just like every other one he'd been in; if he stayed off to the left, near the wall, he'd avoid colliding with anything. So that was Sid's plan.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, but I don't want to burn the fuel." As he spoke, he mentally went through all his pockets, remembering where the lighter had wound up.

There was a spot where his field of vision was completely dark. It was disorienting at best. He stood near, what he guessed, was a wall, so he turned.

"Frak!" Anders exclaimed as he slammed his wounded toe up against the front of his shoe when it contacted a pole on the bench. He accentuated the exclamation with a subtle growl.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 10:42 pm UTC (link)

"That's a point," Sid replied, loosening his grip on his own lighter and letting the flame drop away. It wasn't like there were an awful lot of lighters in the gas station, after all. At least not that Sid had noticed. Just that one display.

At the exclamation, Sid jumped, startled, but then he winced out of sympathy. "Ouch..." he muttered softly. "Come over here by this wall, mate, this is a standard locker room. Nothing over here but open space," he suggested and lit his lighter again just in case Anders needed a guide to where Sid was standing, so that he wouldn't hurt himself again.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 10:51 pm UTC (link)

With a few more grumbles and 'how lame am I?' sighs, Anders made his way toward the light. The knife clanked against a locker as it brushed it on his way over. "There gods damn better be balls in there."

For the first time since early this morning, Anders was reminded of how wrong the whole situation was. He'd kept up a relatively good demeanor because there was no imminent danger and he did well at times like this after a lot of practice. Now, his foot hurt and he was digging around for balls in a locker room when he should be out there helping.

Maybe there would be something helpful in the office.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Sid set his jaw against a laugh and coughed to cover it when Anders went on grumbling. "If she said there was, there probably is, yeah?" he said with a small smirk he couldn't help from crossing his face. He did genuinely feel for the guy, but...come on, it was a little funny.

Letting the lighter die out again and shoving it into his pocket once more, Sid made his way carefully into the office. Then he frowned slightly. There was very little light peeking in from the single, dirty window. It'd be hard as hell to see what they were doing, but Anders had a good point about not wasting the lighter fluid. "Grope around in the dark or compromise and take turns using our lighters?" he asked.

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cbuck
2009-05-01 11:44 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah," Anders answered, fishing around in his jacket's breast pocket for the lighter. He pulled it out and lit it. The faint light it gave was just enough to make out the outlines of the furniture in the room.

There was a desk and some other things, but when he laid eyes on the cabinets, he let go of the light and passed it to his left hand where he held it between knuckles while he grasped the knife. "Here we go."

Triumphantly, he tugged open the first door. An underwhelming empty cabinet greeted him. "Try the next one."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-01 11:58 pm UTC (link)

Glad that Anders agreed to lighting the room at least a little, even if it meant wasting lighter fluid, Sid made his way to the next cabinet over once the other man announced he ought to try the next. He looked curiously over into the cabinet Anders had tried and understood immediately why. It was completely empty.

So, Sid pulled open the doors of the cabinet in front of himself and frowned. "Next," he announced as he looked over the medical supplies there. "This one's just Band-Aids and shit," he added.

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cbuck
2009-05-03 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Likewise, Anders peeked over into Sid's cabinet. The bandages were dusty like the majority of the office. The whole thing made him wonder what his old apartment on Caprica must look like now. Probably much the same, or fallen off the high rise by now. "Think they're still good?" he inquired about the medical supplies.

He ducked past Sid on his way over to the final cabinet. As he pulled it open, he struck the flint on the lighter and it illuminated the collection of balls of all shapes and sizes. "Score."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-03 06:49 pm UTC (link)

Sid shrugged. "Maybe..." he mused. "The bandages at least. I dunno about the peroxide or whatever...does that stuff go bad?" he asked, raising an eyebrow curiously as he turned his head to watch Anders move past him.

"Yeah? Safe," Sid said with a wide grin, abandoning the current cabinet to move over to the one Anders was looking in. "Right, this is a football," he said, picking up one a round, black and white checked pattern ball and holding it up. "Too big for Pyramid?"

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	cbuck 2009-05-03 07:25 pm UTC (link)
	The massive ball was the size of a large melon. "Way too big." Besides being round, the only similarity it held to a pyramid ball was the fact that it had hexagon patches that made up the outside. Sam dug around and pulled out some very oddly shaped balls, some having the proper girth, but then being more egg shaped than ball shaped. "What are all these for?" (Reply to this) (Parent)

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