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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
2009-05-08 09:58 pm UTC (link)

"I hope so," Sid replied. "And that it wasn't, y'know, just something for her to let me know she was still alive somewhere." The thought, after all, had occurred to him; he just didn't like to think about it that way, because it hurt more.

Zipping up his own coat, Sid nodded. "Cool. You don't have to play. If nothing else, gives you something to do to watch, yeah?" he asked, heading to the door and pulling it open for her. "Ladies first."

After letting her out, Sid followed and closed the door behind him. It was cold, but not bloody frigid or anything, so Sid lit up another cigarette and didn't bother pulling his coat in around himself any tighter. "Oh, bollocks," he muttered, frowning as he patted down his coat reflexively to make sure he had everything. "I meant to bring Anders another pack of cigarettes and I left my journal in, under the counter," he sighed, looking at the door as if willing it to open and spit out his things.

Looking back at George, he shrugged. "You go on, I'll meet you there, yeah? I might be there for a while today, so I'm gonna stock up on snacks and shit," he added. With that, he made his way back inside and closed the door behind him again, to keep the cold out.

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notgivingashit
2009-05-08 10:05 pm UTC (link)

"No no, if she wanted that she'd just send you the postcard with airmail and New York stamps and scribble 'I'm fine' on it. Don't you think? If she gave you an address..." George didn't go on, it was pretty obvious what she was getting at.

Taking a bow, George stepped outside before Sid, stopping on her tracks at his mild muttered outburst. She nodded. "Sure, yeah, good idea. See you there." She said before watching him go inside, and resuming her own path to the gym. It was too damn cold to play anything. She'd just watch. And learn, anyway, but not practically.

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