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Tweak says, "For my prince."

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
2009-05-19 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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