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Bob. (silent_bob) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-08 18:58:00

Current location:	The Not Quick Stop
Entry tags:	!dropped, !incomplete, day 06, jay, location: gas station, silent bob

Day Six: Afternoon
Who: Bob and Jay
What; Commiserating
Where: The Not Quick Stop
When: Day 6, afternoon
Rating: PG-13 to start for language

Status: Incomplete

Bob had managed to have a fucked up afternoon and currently he was walking about with fucking neon pink-ass calves in the trademarked signature of calomine lotion. He couldn't help but be fucking salty as fuck. That little shit had managed to infiltrate the Not Quick Stop and fuck with him. What the fuck was up witht hat asshole? Who the fuck did shit like that?

Upon Bob's return to the Not Quick Stop, as if in a solemn ritual, he too up his post right outside the fucking front door, kicking a heel up against the building's side and lighting a smoke with the beginnings of a grin of fucking satisfaction threatening at the corners of his mouth. Sure, the that little fuck had won this battle; but, Bob was confident he'd win the fucking war - especially when people fucking started to realize what a fire in the only place with their fucking food and water meant.

Holding the cig between pursed lips, Bob looked around for Jay. Where the fuck was Jay, anyway?

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silent_bob
2009-05-25 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Bob was satisfied when Jay said he was coming. It meant that the Not Quick Stop wouldn't smell like quite so much ass anymore. It was getting pretty damn ripe in there.

Looking over his shoulder, Bob gave Jay a look of 'I fucking heard that,' but continued on, turning the small bottle in his hand. It was better than nothing, even if it probably smelled all girly and shit.

Canting his head to Jay's latest rant Bob rolled his eyes. Let's face it, it's not like he hadn't seen Jay naked before - all that fucking Silence Of the Lambs Wild-Bill impersonating, while genius, was also nude. Not that Bob was fucking looking or some shit - it was a fucking train wreck and he couldn't help it. Fucking Jay and his naked asswhipery.

Shooting back a look of 'you aren't seeing me fucking naked,' Bob continued on his slow ass walk. Pink legs and all.

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	_snoogans_ 2009-05-26 01:09 pm UTC (link)
	At Bob's look Jay simply snorted. He liked to mess with Silent Bob, and his good friend should know that by now. He took Bob's look with contempt, one eyebrow raised and his mouth a straight line. "Like I ever wanna fucking see you naked. Yikes." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

silent_bob
2009-05-26 01:17 pm UTC (link)

Bob knew his friend was just jerking the fuck around. It wa Jay, and it was to be expected. Looking again over his shoulder Bob smirked. his friend was muttering. It was never really fucking good when Jay muttered and some shit.

They were nearly to the fucking gym in a walk that felt way too fucking short. He felt like they should have been walking longer and some shit. Instead the building loomed in front of them and Bob swore he could fucking hear the running hot water.

Oh, wait there wasn't any.

Fuckbeans.

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	_snoogans_ 2009-05-26 04:06 pm UTC (link)
	"The fuck you smirkin' about?" He asked upon Bob's look over his shoulder. Jay hadn't been to the gym yet, and he didn't know about the nonexistence of hot water, because logic really wasn't his strong point, and he simply assumed. So, upon Silent Bob's change of facial expression, Jay stopped beside him and looked at him suspiciously. "What're you crying about now?" (Reply to this) (Parent)

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