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Tweak says, "A war is coming, Charles."

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
2009-05-17 08:52 pm UTC (link)

A smirk tugging at his lips, Sid shook his head. "Wish I could say it was," he replied. Not only had it not been worth his while, but it had only served as a double whammy. Michelle hadn't been grateful or cared and she'd left him there. Gone back to Tony like she always did. At the time, he'd been too stupid to know that what Michelle thought and felt shouldn't have bloody mattered to him at all.

Ah, there it was. There was the sly, almost undetectable insult he'd been waiting to hear from someone around here. Those sorts of things didn't fly under the radar for Sid anymore; he was a pro at hearing them and taking them in stride. Morbidly, having her say that he looked like a geek almost felt more like home. He gave a small smile, forced and perfected to look genuine, right up to his eyes that never betrayed him anymore after so many years of practice. "She thinks I should cut my hair, I meant," he replied. "She hates it so long."

"I broke my laptop when Cass left her webcam on and got into bed with her roommate," he replied by way of explanation even if he did smile in great amusement at her feigned fear. "Should've given her the benefit of the doubt; the bloke was a poofter, anyway, and I hadn't had anything to worry about," he said, looking appropriately sheepish all over again.

Blushing slightly, Sid laughed. "Yeah, I did. Mismatched shoes and socks, dirty clothes, my hair a mess...it was well bad," he revealed. And this time, when Cheryl laughed at his story, Sid didn't mind. Why he'd felt confident enough to share it, he wasn't sure, but he supposed that the point of having told it was to get her to laugh and so mission accomplished. "At least it worked out in the end or it'd have been really bloody humiliating, yeah?" he joked.

As he raised his eyebrows at her, Sid shrugged. "Well, I mean, if it's my fantasy world, why would I keep around the blokes? Too much competition and in my world, I'm even lazier than I am in reality, so, I wouldn't want to have to work for the attention, y'see. Everything just falls nicely into place for me in the fantasy world, so I can't have all these bloody Adonis types running around," he replied, thinking mostly of Anders and Logan.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-17 11:14 pm UTC (link)

"Oh harsh," Cheryl sympathized with a slight shake of her head. "You went through all that and the girl wasn't even grateful for it? That really is the absolute worst." She offered him a teasing grin as she flicked a bit of ash from her cigarette out onto the snow. "Well, you know, I guess she didn't know what she was doing since it's obvious that she missed out on something pretty great. Your and Cass's gain, right?"

"Oh. I didn't realize," she blinked briefly at him. The routine of his faked smile was too good for her to catch on and so she simply tipped her head and considered him in silence for a rather long moment. "I don't know, though. I think you look really cute with the longer hair and the glasses like that. It suits you. Definitely the sort of guy that could get some serious attention, anyway."

"Really? You broke a laptop over her?" She couldn't help a small laugh as she shook her head. Honestly, she could understand where he was coming from since she had been born into a bit of a temper herself but the thought of him smashing apart a laptop computer just amused her. "Man, you really must have it bad for her."

"I can just imagine what you must have looked like - well, not really but close enough. Must have been some staff at that place, anyway." Though her laughter had died away a bit, Cheryl still found herself grinning as she tried to picture Sid in mismatched and dirty clothes with messy bed hair. Then came the realization that they'd all probably look like mental patients after a few days here and most of the amusement faded. "True enough. It'd be terrible to be stuck someplace like that for no good reason."

"That's a good point. It would make life easier on you if you just had girls around you all the time. You could pick and choose at your leisure," she offered him a grin which started off as teasing and soon turned quizzical. "Adonis types running around? Where would those be since I haven't seen anything like that since I woke up."

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emo_underdog
2009-05-19 01:11 am UTC (link)

"Not in the least," he replied, shaking his head and grinning a bit, still, in spite of himself. It was weird to tell someone these bits and pieces of his life back and Bristol and have them not only actually listen, but in reply not tell him how crap they thought he was.

"Guess so," he said with a casual shrug when she said that Michelle had missed out on something great. He didn't think she had and he was pretty sure Chelle would laugh if someone told her that. Anyway, he'd had Michelle for a while and she hadn't seemed too awfully broken when they'd split and she'd gone back to Tony, just like she always did. By the time that had happened, though, he hadn't really cared. It hadn't been about she and him anyway. Not really. It had been about her filling the void Tony left and him filling the one Cass left. Neither of them would've admitted it and Michelle probably still wouldn't, if asked, he didn't think, but that was the reality of it. Sid's first time had been with Michelle, just like he'd always wanted. On her birthday, on the beach...and somehow, still really empty. He supposed it was a case of 'be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it,' since once everything had been said and done, it hadn't been what he'd spent years dreaming about. Not by a longshot.

Once again, Sid shrugged. If Cheryl was flirting with him, Sid wouldn't have known it. Hell, Cass had asked him on a date and he hadn't noticed that she liked him until much later. So far ingrained into Sid's conscious and subconscious mind that he was worthless and no one gave a shit about him, he was and probably would always continue to be completely oblivious to affection. It was foreign, even still. Christ, even with Cass, after all that time, she'd said she would always love him, but had tacked on, "that's the problem." Like loving Sid was a chore, even for her. "Well, then when we get home, I'm coming with you," he replied jokingly. "If that's how the birds think where you come from."

The fact that he'd shattered his laptop - having thrown it on the ground and stamping on it until it was in pieces, more accurately - had less to do with the fact that he'd thought Cass was cheating and more to do with the awful way it paralleled his mum leaving his dad for another bloke.

"I think I dumped Cass. She was with some guy..."

"Ah, they're always with some guy. If they're special, you just have to make sure that that guy...is you."

The first real conversation of substance Sid had had with his father and it had also been the last conversation at all. Still, Sid didn't want to bore Cheryl with the more accurate details, so he just nodded. "Yeah, you could say that," he replied with a fond smile, in spite of the pain of the memory.

"Luckily, I wouldn't know," Sid told her. "Tony came and got me out; I wasn't there long," he added by way of explanation. Tony really was a twat, but sometimes he managed to rise above and remind Sid why exactly he put up with so much abuse to be friends with the guy. "But yeah, the short while I was there was pretty crap," he finished with a huff of laughter.

Sid cocked his eyebrows once as he smirked back at her. "'s why it's a fantasy; that's not how life works, 'specially not for me. But you're right. That'd be nice." When Cheryl said she hadn't seen any Adonis types running around, Sid raised his eyebrows. That was funny, since most of the men he'd met had been just that. "Really?" he asked. "Dunno where you've been but two out of three I've met were all tall and...fit or...whatever," he finished awkwardly. "Maxxie would've liked 'em, at least," he added to make himself feel better about having said aloud that Anders and Logan were good looking blokes, even if he hadn't said their names.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-19 11:03 pm UTC (link)

"Poor guy," Cheryl sympathized. She was still grinning, that much true, but it still wasn't as his expense; rather, it was just because she was enjoying the normality of this entire exchange. It was really fucking nice to be able to have a fairly normal conversation with someone and she hadn't realized just how much she'd missed that. Turning her head toward him, she grinned teasingly. "You know, if it was me, it would've bought you a free meal. Maybe even a beer."

Was she flirting with him? If so, it wasn't anything Cheryl was doing consciously. Really, she just didn't flirt anymore - not since getting back from Silent Hill. It was hard enough for her to try to deal with people just on a comfortable level of normality; to have to elevate that to actively trying to pick someone up was pretty much out of the question. As it was, she was simply enjoying the conversation with Sid. She liked the guy. He was interesting and he was comfortable. She could talk to him about nothing important and that was fine; nothing more really seemed to be expected.

"Guess so?" She repeated as she raised her eyebrows at him. A small grin tugged at the corner of her lips as she cocked her head in consideration at him. "That's not going to work. I mean, you have to know that you're worth something, right? Any chick in this place'd be lucky to have a guy like you - and Cass is really lucky that she landed you finally." Her grin turned more teasing as she poked him lightly on the shoulder. "If you don't start believing that then I'm just going to have to keep repeating it to you until you catch on."

"Oh lucky you, then. I can't imagine being stuck like that without anyone coming to get me," she laughed faintly. Having smoked it down to the filter, she tossed her cigarette out into the snow but she simply stood and stared at it for a long moment as the thought that she probably could imagine it all too well banged around in her memory. A hospital wasn't exactly a mental ward, yea, but being confined and unable to move, to talk, to reach out to anyone was all the same, right? And there wasn't even hope of a friend coming to the rescue at the last minute...

Closing her eyes, Cheryl refused to give the thought much play. "At least you somehow managed to get out with your sanity intact, huh? Or at least some of it."

She did laugh when Sid agreed that the fantasy of having girls around all the time would be nice and she offered him a slight grin. "I don't know. In this place? The girl to boy ratio seems about fair if not a bit biased toward the male side. I'd say you have a pretty good chance." To his description of the men he'd seen around, she nodded and then shrugged. "I must be looking in all the wrong places, then? Not that there aren't some cute guys but..." She trailed off into silence with another shrug.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-26 06:25 pm UTC (link)

Sid smirked when Cheryl said if it was her, he'd be a meal and maybe even a beer to the good. If it'd been her, maybe he wouldn't have gotten his arse beat by a bunch of girls to begin with; Cheryl looked like the type that could not only take care of herself, but would maybe even take pleasure in the process. Shit, that might be fun to watch, actually...

Cheryl's voice pulled Sid out of his own morbid and probably a little sick new fantasy of Cheryl, Michelle, and Cass having it out; fists flying and hair pulling. Screaming and kicking one another likely for his attention. No, definitely for his attention. He blinked and looked over at Cheryl, a little taken aback not only at having been surprised by her voice because he was so engrossed in his little fantasy. He gave her a small smile when she poked his shoulder. "If you say so. Somehow, I think Cass would disagree with you, though," he replied. And, with that, he could hear Cass in his head again. I'll love you forever, Sid. ...that's the problem. He pushed it away, though, and focused on the fact that they were back to talking about the more humorous bits of his life.

"Right, that would've really been bollocks," he agreed with her. The idea of having been stuck in that padded room staring uselessly out the tiny window on the door for any longer than he had been made his skin crawl. He shuddered and made a face. "Seriously bollocks," he tacked on for good measure before smirking slightly. "Some of it? Oi..." he warned jokingly.

While it was nice to hear Cheryl tell Sid that she thought he had a pretty good chance, in reality, he didn't care one way or the other. Not really, anyway. He was still holding to hope that he'd be getting out of this place sooner than later and he'd go back to looking for Cass, because she was what really mattered. She was the only thing that mattered, really. In his life, anyway.

"Guess so," he replied with a shrug to match Cheryl's own. "Though..." he went on thoughtfully, "to be fair, I've only met a couple of other men, so..." he let his voice trail off and he shrugged again as if to say, maybe I'm just mistaken.

Taking a deep breath, Sid let out a sigh and reached over to pull the window back down. "I think I'm gonna explore a little," he told her. "Thanks for joining me, yeah? Better when you're not smoking alone," he replied, starting toward the stairs.

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