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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
2009-05-16 10:35 pm UTC (link)

Cheryl played with the thought that it would be rude to take yet another of his cigarettes when they were known to be in short supply but her remembered addiction outweighed any sense of decency; she reached to tease another from the pack with a murmur of thanks and placed it between her lips. "I hate to say it but I can see why they'd make fun of you," she snickered slightly but did offer him an apologetic grin. "Anyway, it does make you sort of a hero, risking life and limb to help a female friend."

"I gotta admit that I'm glad to hear that, since I'd feel pretty foolish if I was the only one enjoying myself," she offered him another grin and then stuck out her tongue when Sid decided that Rapunzel couldn't possibly be a male. "Now you're telling me that you're against blasphemy? Besides, you'd make an amazing Rapunzel." She nodded to his comment about Unhappy Sidney and grinned. "I don't know if I'd want to meet him, so I'll do anything necessary to keep him from coming around."

"I heard it said that everyone's sort of crap when it comes to things having to do with romance so you probably shouldn't feel too bad about it," Cheryl assured him with a small laugh. "It's good that you had it, though, even if it took you a while to get your head out of your ass and realize that there was something there."

"Your own little fantasy world, hm?" She smirked and raised her eyebrows at him. "This is how you put it together or are we just seeing a beta version right now?"

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emo_underdog
2009-05-16 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Letting out a huff in the form of laughter, Sid nodded. "Yeah, if it was Anwar or someone instead of me, I'd be laughing myself stupid," he agreed. "And, I dunno about life and limb, but dignity and pride, yeah," he added. Life and limb, not so much; enduring being urinated on by a hobo while lying beaten on the street after a load of stupid girls had at him...he would've almost preferred life and limb. He sure as hell wasn't telling Cheryl that bit. He'd only ever told his mum and dad and only because his dad had smelled the piss and asked before Sid could get up to the shower. That bit was going with him to the bloody grave, it was.

Sid laughed out loud when Cheryl stuck her tongue out at him and professed he'd make an amazing Rapunzel. "Think we might have to agree to disagree on that one, Cheryl," he told her. "After all, I think of the two of us, you'd definitely fit the beautiful princess role better than myself, and honestly...growing my hair out that long would make me look even more ridiculous than my mum says I already do," he pointed out with a smirk.

The fact that she'd said she was enjoying herself in his presence as well was not lost on him, but he chose not to comment on it. He still couldn't understand why the people here were so keen on spending time with him; it was weird. Not in a bad way, but strange, none the less, to feel like he was wanted rather than put up with in a social situation. Maybe he'd never get over it. It'd be his bloody luck that Tony or Anwar would show up next and cut him back down to size, though...it was probably just a matter of time.

He gave Cheryl a mockingly serious expression and nodded solemnly. "He throws things," he told her, before cracking a grin in spite of himself. Christ, he'd been stupid. He'd thought Cass was cheating and he'd actually failed to give her enough credit, thinking that she'd be stupid enough to leave the webcam on for him to see it. The laptop had suffered the wrath and he'd still been stepping on tiny pieces of metal and plastic for a couple of days after the fact. The fact that he'd called her a ditzy cow to himself was another thing he'd be taking to the grave.

Laughing again as Cheryl pointed out in so many words that he really had had his head up his arse, Sid shook his head. "Funny story?" he asked, taking a drag off the cigarette and looking back at her with raised eyebrows. The smoke was exhaled along with his words. "The first time I thought I had it figured out, I ended up being locked in a bloody padded room, because I'd been in such a hurry to get to the clinic and tell her that I looked a mess and the staff thought I was a patient who'd wandered off.

"The second time...it was after Tony yanked Michelle and I out of the toilets, pants around my ankles and skirt up over her hips to tell us that we were wrong and that I loved Cass. Would you believe it? Mid-fuck he pulled us out of the stall and just like that Michelle dumped me and it hit me that he was right and Chelle wasn't the one I really wanted." He shook his head and laughed again at the memory, cocking his eyebrows and taking another drag. Blowing out the smoke, Sid reached out the window and flicked the ashes off the butt end of the cigarette. "So y'see...I really am crap with that stuff. Right in front of my face and I can't see it sometimes."

When Cheryl asked about his own fantasy world, Sid gave her a lecherous smirk. "Beta version, obviously. My fantasy world would definitely not have this much bloody snow." Nor would it have any blokes, for that matter, especially ones that looked like Anders or Logan. And the girls would all look, smell, taste, and feel like Cass. ...all right and maybe one or two like Michelle and Jal, but no one had to know that but Sid.

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