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Tweak says, "Gimme a T!"

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 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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