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

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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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[info]emo_underdog
2009-05-04 12:02 am UTC (link)
Sid waved it off with one hand and gave George another small smile. "Everything's always fucked up. That's life," he replied. It was something he'd gotten so used to that he almost hardly noticed anymore. The only time his mum had shown interest in him at all after she left his father was the day before his father died...and when he'd gotten drunk after Chris's funeral and passed out at Tony's rather than coming home. She'd said she was worried he'd done something stupid. Sid had wondered if it was her way of saying that was the only thing she cared about - whether someone left her for a bloody change. He hadn't taken to it well.

"No?" he asked, looking genuinely confused. "I suppose part of it was selfish. Cass and I went through a lot of shit," he said slowly. Then he paused and had to resist the urge to chain smoke. "My dad used to say that girls are always off with some bloke, but that if they were special, you just had to make sure you were that bloke," he said by way of explanation. "Cass is special and I want to continue to be that bloke." He shrugged. It seemed simple enough to him...

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-05-04 10:02 am UTC (link)
"And death." She added without thinking. Because really, life after death wasn't all that peaceful for people like her; it added weirdness to the fucked up nature of life, was all. Because watching people die every day, stupid deaths no less, claiming children and elders and people who were just getting started...That was fucked up.

"No, not in the world I live in!" It seemed so obvious. Not that love didn't exist, but people lacked balls for this kind of thing often; more so a teenager, like George thought Sid was. If the kid didn't already seem beaten up by life a little too much for living so little, George might have told him about her sister. But it served no purpose, that story. It was just a sad story - another one, Reggie had three already.

"You know, I kind of like your dad's philosophy." She smiled. "And you're doing good. I'm sorry you got snatched up to be here, because I bet she would've loved to know you went all that way." Insightful George making yet another appearance, it seemed.

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