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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-12 12:34:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, cheryl mason, day 07, location: theatre, sid jenkins

Day Seven - Late Morning
Who: Cheryl Mason and Sid Jenkins
What: Morning fix of nicotine
When: Late morning
Where: The theater
Rating: PG-13 or so, probably, for language
Status: Incomplete; dropped

It had seemed that Sid had perhaps been stepping on toes, having taken up residence in the petrol station. There were already people living there. In a continuing effort to keep his head down, Sid had simply gone to the next building with which he was somewhat familiar and let himself inside. It was an old theater, he came to find. Looked a bit like what he thought maybe West End might if it, too, had been abandoned. There were other people staying there, too, but it was big enough that he didn't feel too much like an intruder. He'd simply taken up one of the seats in the dark corner in the back, curled up, and gone to sleep.

When he woke up, he was disappointed but unsurprised to find that he was still there, rather than back in Times Square. He wanted very badly to believe that it was all a weird dream or a bad trip, but every passing day was making it harder and harder to do so. Fuck, he needed a fag.

Groaning as he stretched his stiff muscles and rolled his neck and shoulders, Sid got out of the chair and headed for the door. He'd just smoke inside like he had at the petrol station, except somehow it felt wrong in a theater. Plus, he'd thought he was alone in the petrol station. He wasn't sure how well the women milling around in here would like it if he just lit up a cigarette and had at it. But, when he got to the front door, he couldn't push it open. "Oh, come on," he said through gritted teeth, slamming his shoulder against the wood and only managing to hurt himself. "Fuck! Fucking fuck! Bollocks! Open, you fucker!" he shouted, kicking the door, next. Christ, was wanting to be a polite smoker so bloody much to ask?!

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-12 04:35 pm UTC (link)

The upper balconies of the theater were, quite admittedly, no longer attached all that soundly to the support of the walls and there were some who would be put off enough by this to choose not to use these spaces as sleeping quarters; Cheryl was not among them. She found that she liked the privacy offered by the raised height and the fact that she had a bird's eye view of the room below offered her a sense of security otherwise quite missing from the town. She had actually managed to find a decent night's sleep on the leftmost of the balconies the night before but her rest was cut short by shouting and kicking noises from below.

Initially, she had startled from sleep with a racing heart and her hand groped naturally for the knife which she had left near at hand. She quickly relaxed, though, when it registered that the noise was quite normal. The thought that it was probably time to get up, anyway, spurred her to her feet but the cold of the building caused her to pull on both a heavy sweater and her coat before moving to investigate.

On the lower level, Cheryl came across a kid around her own age working pretty hard to get the theater doors open. She found herself a bit surprised that he was having so much trouble but she soon figured that the snow could have gotten pretty deep, if it hadn't stopped falling overnight. "Want a hand?" She offered, walking over to join him. "I don't know if you'll get it open, though. We've probably been snowed in - on this level at least."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-12 07:59 pm UTC (link)

Sid startled at the sound of someone's voice and he whirled to face the source. Immediately, he looked sheepish and apologetic, having to assume that he'd woken her unintentionally with his outburst of frustration. "Sorry, yeah," he said, having the grace to look ashamed of his failure to do so on his own. But, then she said that it was snowed in - or at least that it was a possibility. "Bollocks," he muttered.

Pushing on the door again, he grunted out, "all I want is a bloody cigarette, is that...so...much...to...ask?" The last few words of the question were punctuated with slams of his shoulder against the door in succession. "Fuck," he muttered, taking a step away from the door and rubbing his shoulder absently with one hand.

The girl looked to be about his age and he wondered idly to himself how long she'd been stuck here. "So what then? If we can't get out, I mean?" he asked, looking at the door with a begrudging glare. What were they going to do for food? Sid had a stash of crisps and candy in his jacket but he was loathe to share if only because it meant less for him. Sighing heavily at the thought, he looked back at her. "Is there a window or something? I don't, y'know, wanna be rude or whatever," he said as he took the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and giving them a light wave to get the point across.