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Jenny Schecter (dont_f_withme) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-12 15:48:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 07, jenny schecter, location: theatre, sid jenkins

Day 7: Early Afternoon
Who: Jenny & Sid
What: Jenny wants a shower
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Theater (to start)
Rating: R (when do we ever not have language?)
Status: Complete

Jenny stood in the doorway to the green room, leaning against the doorframe with her cheek against the jamb. She played idly with her hair, twirling one long dark tendril around her finger over and over again. Her expression was a bit dreamy but she was really thinking, struggling to decide. She'd been here a few days now and it was time for a shower or cleanliness of some sort. She'd heard that there had been a few things in the gas station but considering the snow was nearing the second story windows, she wasn't going out there by herself to fetch anything. That left asking someone to go with her and she wasn't sure about the other girls. She did not want to come across as being too helpless when she clearly was not. Still, Shannon's words flashed in her mind that this place was dangerous - and was it! - and she needed someone to protect her.

Watching the kid in the green room, her eyes followed the movement of his arms with each annoying slap of the ball he'd found against the wall or floor or the palm of his hand. Sid. She was actually contemplating asking this kid who was probably 10 years younger than her, even if he did hold the promise of some muscle beneath the layers, to help her go and get shower supplies. And then perhaps even accompany her to the shower so she wouldn't have to go alone. Why the fuck were there no other men in this theater when she needed them? Where had Logan gone after the failed rescue attempt when she'd ended up naked on stage with Leo? Where the fuck was Leo, for that matter?

Sid. She was stuck with Sid. And he was nice enough but she wasn't quite sure yet. Wasn't sure if it was even necessary for a shower now that she thought about it. She began to turn away and her dress caught on the bristled edge of the splintered doorframe. The small tear caused her to cuss. "Fucking fuck!" she hollered and glanced up quickly in a vain attempt to be sure he hadn't heard her. Of course he had, she'd been loud enough to wake the dead. The slapping of the ball had stopped and Jenny grimaced, trying to turn it into a sweet smile. "Sorry, um, my dress. I - would you come with me to the gas station?" she blurted out before she could stop herself.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-12 03:14 pm UTC (link)

The worst thing about this place - apart from the absence of Cass - was that unless he met up with Anders, there was nothing to do. Anders was a cool fucker, Sid thought; and he was gonna learn to be just as good at Pyramid as Anders was if it killed him. The problem with that, was that - as he'd found out when he'd tried to get out to have his morning cigarette - he couldn't actually get out of the theater to go to the gym unless he went out the window and even then, the gym would be blocked off by now, he thought. Sid wouldn't be getting in and Anders probably wouldn't be getting out...if he was still staying there, anyway.

So, for lack of anything else to do, Sid had decided to check out the new digs, actively avoiding the women so as not to unintentionally annoy any of them and get himself kicked to the curb. He'd come across the green room in what he thought might've been the basement and had been poking around when he'd found a small rubber ball amongst the random props. There was a couch down there with no cushions and the box spring felt awful on his arse, but it beat standing, so he'd dropped down on it and was absently tossing the ball, bouncing it off the walls or the floor only to catch it again and repeat the process. His mind wandered back to Cass and he wondered what she was doing; whether she was happy. He wondered if she missed him a fraction of as much as he missed her.

Sid paused in his movement to shrug off his coat and decided that he was definitely staying in the green room tonight, because it was somehow far warmer than the rest of the theater. Sid reckoned that was perhaps because it was a small room filled with stuff as opposed to a huge theater with nothing but chairs and a curtain. Going back to throwing the ball, he zoned out mulling over the fact that he was hungry and he really did not want to trudge through the snow to get food, much less have to use the snowdrift at the window as a slide to get to the ground in order to do it. He hadn't noticed another person in the room until she shouted and Sid missed the ball when it bounced back, smacking him in the face and knocking his glasses askew. He jumped and his heart started racing in his chest from the scare as he looked over at her.

Jenny, he thought, maybe. She apologized and indicated her dress; Sid saw the tear and opened his mouth to express his sympathy when she asked him to go to the gas station with her. "Sorry...?" he asked, blinking rapidly. He hadn't expected that, not by a long shot. "Me?" he asked stupidly, pointing at himself and raising his eyebrows before fixing his glasses so that they sit properly on his nose again.