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George Lass aka Millie Hager (notgivingashit) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-03 14:02:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 06, george lass, location: gas station, open, sid jenkins

Day 6 - Late morning
Who: George and OTA
What: Some kind of breakfast?
When: Day Six, about 11am
Where: Gas Station/Convenience Store
Rating: PG
Status: Active

What a wonderful awakening. In the style of George Lass, this was thought with pure sarcasm and a shit-eating grin while she walked, hands in her coat pockets, from the thrift store to the gas station. She'd gone to pick up a scarf, a beanie hat and some ear-muffs to add to her recently put together outfit, also courtesy of the Doctor. Well, the coat, anyway. It was cold as hell, and her sneakers were letting the snow in now. She'd need new socks soon.

For now, she was just hungry and thirsty, mildly feeling like she had a hangover without the drinking, and she needed some food as soon as possible. Hence why she had just walked into the convenience store, briefly noticing that the guys who usually stood outside weren't there - maybe even they couldn't face the cold morning, or maybe they just weren't morning people.

Non-perishable food meant not much choice at all, so George picked a bagel, an individual chocolate pudding and a cereal bar; then, some Mountain Dew-like generic thing she hoped wouldn't taste like shit. It would have to do. Rather than going back outside and walking all the way to the theater before eating, George set her stuff on the counter and then jumped up to sit on top of it. Not like the clerks would mind, after all.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-03 11:51 am UTC (link)

In an effort to keep his head down, the way Logan had said, once the sirens had stopped sounding, Sid decided that the petrol station was as good a place as any to stay. He hadn't seen anyone else, really - other than Anders - there, so he figured it must be one of the places not already inhabited. It wasn't like Sid knew a whole lot of people in this place and, so, not wanting to step on toes, he didn't think he should bother trying to find another place to sleep.

Sleeping on top of the counter hadn't really worked out so well, because he'd woken up in the middle of the night after rolling over and landing heavily on the floor with a thud, knocking the wind out of himself. It was colder, he realized, than it had been when he'd fallen asleep, so he decided maybe if he slept under the counter, it'd block out some of the draft.

The counter creaked and rained saw dust and dust bunnies on his face, waking him again much later. "Nngg..." he mumbled, reaching up to wipe his face before pulling his glasses out of his jacket and putting them back on. The sun was out. He was still here. All right, not a lucid dream and not a trip. "Bollocks..."

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notgivingashit
2009-05-03 12:15 pm UTC (link)

George really thought she was alone. She really did. So when she heard the mumbling from under the counter, her body stiffed and she turned around abruptly, knocking the open cup of pudding off the counter straight in the direction of the mumbling.

Dropping the bagel, she hung from the counter and peeked under it to find a human shape with glasses, though it was too dark under there to figure out who it was. Also, because of the dust all around it, George couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

"Goddamn it!" She cursed, because she'd almost lost her grip on the counter with that sneeze. Something told her falling head down - even from a counter - wouldn't make for a very healthy day.

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