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Tweak says, "Jack Swagger!"

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
2009-05-14 12:44 am UTC (link)

Sid laughed and shook his head. "I'm more well known for being notoriously useless and crap," he replied. "Useless fucker. That sort of thing." The tone in his voice was jovial and playful, but the words were raw fact. If he had a quid for every time someone called him a useless fucker, he'd be a millionaire. He grinned slightly at her latter statement. "I won't tell," he promised.

"Oh, is this a secret rendezvous, then?" Sid asked, laughing. "You're awfully high maintenance with all your secrets," he teased in addition. There was something about this place that was helping Sid to come out of his shell and be the person he had always wanted to be, but had been stifled against becoming. When Cheryl lost her footing, Sid reached out to catch her, but she seemed to have caught herself, so as a cover, he'd stuffed his hand into his pocket to retrieve the lighter.

A nod was what Cheryl got in response to her supposition that the people in charge at least had enough sense to keep the addicts from revolting. She had pulled out her own lighter and so Sid let his lighter's flame go out, quickly putting it back into his pocket before she could notice that he'd been waiting to light her cigarette for her. Awkward... "Yeah, I don't reckon they'd like us very much under that sort of circumstance," he joked, taking a drag of his cigarette and letting it out in a few lazy smoke rings before skewering them with a thin line of blue-gray smoke that was the remainder of the inhalation he'd made.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-14 06:45 pm UTC (link)

"That, I'm not sure I believe," Cheryl responded in much the same tone he had used. She was making an effort to make her words come off as if they were still talking in joking hypotheticals but she wouldn't be above trying to point out that the kid didn't seem so bad; as a matter of fact, he seemed like a pretty upstanding bloke. "I mean, any guy who can come to my rescue not only with cigarettes but also solving the mystery of the painted shut window - we're practically talking knight in shining armor." She offered him a quick grin. "Though it'd probably help to keep in mind that I'm going slightly stir crazy, so..."

"I guess whether it's a secret rendezvous depends on if you brought along the silver briefcase," she joked with a sidelong glance. It felt pretty good to be able to mess around like this and Cheryl found herself pretty glad that Sid had ended up waking her up. Her smile did falter when he mentioned that she must be high maintenance with all her secrets but she was having too good of a time to let herself be bogged down again. "Oh, you have no idea, my friend. Lucky for you, this place seems to absolve all of us our personal secrets."

Cheryl did seem to entirely miss the fact that Sid was going to do the chivalrous thing and light her cigarette for her and so she was content enough to light her own. Drawing deep of the smoke, she sighed a contented exhale of gray smoke. "Maybe that's the way to get everyone to revolt - hide all the cigarettes." She snickered slightly. "Probably wouldn't work, though. I can't imagine we'd be able to keep from smoking them anyway."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-14 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Opening his mouth to protest, Sid let out a laugh instead at Cheryl's words. Knight in shining armor for noticing that the window was painted shut and helping her open it...? Also, for having cigarettes? "Oh, only slightly?" he teased. "I dunno that having fags on hand and being able to help open a window really qualifies a person as a knight in shining armor. Unless, of course, you're then referring to yourself as a damsel in distress," he pointed out.

Arching an eyebrow, Sid smirked back at her. "'m afraid they took that along with my wallet and mobile," he replied. "And cigarettes," he added a bit begrudingly. Though, he was still smiling. The last time he'd had this sort of repetoire with a female was before everything with Tony and the bus; it had been with Michelle and it had been because she wasn't interested and he was, so he'd hung on her every word. This was different and new and Sid rather liked it. He thought just maybe...she wasn't tolerating his company, she was enjoying it. That was a really nice feeling. People here tended to make him feel like that. Admittedly, he sort of liked it here for that reason alone.

"Hide 'em? Bollocks to that, I say we hoard 'em, and smoke like chimneys while we watch 'em all flail," he laughed. He'd never really think to do that, especially since he knew Anders would be amongst them in the hypothetical situation, but it was still an amusing thought he felt he should share.

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