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Tweak says, "jen knows the muffin man"

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

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!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 01:08 pm UTC (link)

There was another rustle from above Sid and then a pudding cup was exploding beside him. "Oi!" he shouted. "What the fuck!" He shielded his eyes and only really managed to keep his glasses from being covered in it, but he could feel it splattering on his face, lukewarm and disgustingly sloppy.

Then, before he opened his eyes, someone sneezed, making him jump up and, consequently, slamming his head on the underside of the counter, matching her "Goddamn it" with a "fucking hell!" of his own.

Rubbing his head with one hand and pushing the pudding cup out of the way as he slid out from under the counter. "What the fuck?" he asked again, furrowing his brow as he looked back at the girl - apparently the offender of the pudding and the sneeze. "Who're you, then?" He was still rubbing the top of his head and could already feel a lump forming there from the impact with the counter.

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notgivingashit
2009-05-03 01:26 pm UTC (link)

"I'm soooo sorry!" George exclaimed once the pudding splashed on the floor and possibly all over whoever was under the counter. She cringed when the guy - sounded like a guy - hit his head. "Ouch..." She muttered.

George straightened herself a little, and looked at the guy all outrage and sinus pain. "Who am I? Who the fuck are you?!" Not that it was an offensive question, just the 'then' he'd added in the end made it sound like George shouldn't be in there in his opinion - while in hers, she totally should.

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