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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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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.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-12 09:07 pm UTC (link)

"Don't be sorry. I should've been up a while ago anyway," Cheryl assured him with a slight smile. The fact that she had apparently startled him as much as he had startled her seemed to bring them out on even ground and so she didn't bother to offer her own apology for surprising him. Instead, she quirked an eyebrow at his latter bit of muttering. "Bollocks? A cousin from across the pond, huh?"

"Here? I'm surprised they left out packs for us to find. Torturing addicts seems to be right up the alley of whoever's responsible for all this," she snorted slightly but this turned into a sympathetic wince as he kid ran his shoulder into the door. "Alright? That last one looked like it really hurt."

"I think there's some windows on the second floor," Cheryl answered slowly, after thinking for a moment. It was slowly dawning on her that they could all be stuck inside for quite a while should the snow amount to too much more and she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. "If worse comes to worse, we could probably climb out of the second story and jump down into the snow. Getting back in might be a bit tougher, though." She arched an interested eyebrow at the pack of cigarettes being waved about and grinned. "Personally, I couldn't care less if you smoke in here but we can probably get one of those windows open if you really want to be nice about it."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-12 09:28 pm UTC (link)

With a facial shrug turned smile, Sid looked back at the girl, duly impressed that she recognized the word for its origin. "Yeah, 'm from Bristol in England," he replied. "I'm Sid, by the way," he offered, holding out his hand to shake. "What's your name?"

The idea that torturing addicts might be something whoever had put him here would want to do made Sid uncomfortable. He wondered suddenly what would happen when the cigarette supply in the petrol station ran out. Sid himself might be all right, since he wasn't as addicted to the nicotine as he was the actual running through the motions of smoking; he preferred spliff anyway. He winced slightly and then looked back at the girl sheepishly. "All right, yeah," he replied. Though it had hurt like a fucker, actually, he wasn't exactly keen on admitting it.

Shaking his head and furrowing his brow, Sid looked away from her and up where the second floor was looming above them. "'m not going out in that, not even for a fag," he laughed, looking back down at her. It surprised him that she said she didn't mind him just having the smoke inside, but then it occurred to him that maybe she was also a smoker. Safe! "You smoke?" he asked, just to confirm. "I reckon if I just have at it, someone or another will get irritated enough and kick me out, but I'd really rather avoid heading out if I can help it, yeah?" he asked when she suggested opening a window just to be nice.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-12 10:39 pm UTC (link)

"I thought I knew that accent. Very nice," she offered him a slightly more honest smile as she took and shook the offered hand. "I'm Cheryl. From Portland in the States, though that much is probably pretty obvious."

Cheryl briefly regretted her comment on how the people running this place would probably get off on torturing the lot of them but there really wasn't anything she could do for it, now. Instead of trying to call back her words, she offered him a slightly awkward grin as she nodded to his shoulder. "We could always get some snow and make a pack for it. More than enough around this place."

"Yea, you'd have to be pretty damn desperate to go out in this kind of weather just for a smoke," she laughed easily. It was times like this that Cheryl was glad that she was a reformed smoker - well, a mostly reformed smoker. She felt that she hadn't really gone back on her promise, not when she only smoked one or two a day and not when nicotine was one of the few things which allowed her to get through the stress of this place in one piece. "I'm a semi-reformed smoker, though I won't refuse a smoke if you don't mind me bumming one." She shrugged slightly to his latter question and made a vague gesture over her shoulder toward the stairs leading to the second floor. "I don't know how picky the others staying here are about smoking but might as well be civil about it, yea?"

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emo_underdog
2009-05-12 11:04 pm UTC (link)

This place was like the bloody Twilight Zone. Girls were complimenting him all over the place; fit girls. First George and now Cheryl. Sid blinked and gave her a tentative smile at the compliment on his accent. Dropping her hand after shaking it, Sid grinned slightly. "Maine or Oregon?" he asked, proud of himself for actually remembering that both states had a Portland in them. Good luck that she hadn't said bloody Springfield; he knew that at least four states had a Springfield.

When Cheryl suggested that they could get some snow and pack it for his shoulder, Sid looked dumbly at her. Why did she care? She didn't even know him. Christ, he'd had his arse handed to him by a bunch of chavs to defend Michelle and she had walked away. He couldn't count the number of times he'd sported a black eye from someone or another's fit of rage and not a single one of his mates had offered anything of the sort. Definitely in the Twilight Zone. "I'll be all right," he replied awkwardly and then gave her a grateful smile for the suggestion. It was one thing for Logan to be keeping an eye out for him and for Anders to let him tag along like a lost puppy, but for a bird to give a shit that he'd hurt himself failing to open a bloody door...that he just could not comprehend at all. He didn't even bother trying.

To her response, Sid almost hesitated to offer her the pack because he didn't like the idea of being an enabler. Turning a blind eye to Chris's pill addiction, for example, Sid felt probably had a fair hand in his friend's death. He tended to pretend he didn't notice when Cass wasn't eating, either, and made a mental note to change that if he ever saw her again, since she would be following in Chris's footsteps soon enough if he didn't. Still, Cheryl had been the one to point out that she wouldn't say no if he didn't mind her bumming. The way she worded it suggested she was asking for a cigarette without having to actually come out and do so, so after a short pause, he held the pack out to her. "Agreed," he said with a nod in response to being civil about smoking in the presence of potential non-smokers. "Up those?" he asked, nodding toward the stairs she'd been looking at.

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