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

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!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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dont_f_withme
2009-05-12 05:35 pm UTC (link)

Jenny laughed easily as he realized what she had wanted him to think she meant. It was easier than explaining to him exactly why she wanted to go out in the cold to get things for a shower. No guy ever understood the need to be clean the way a woman did. Her eyes twinkled as she nodded. "So you see why I need to go, don't you?"

Jenny wasn't a fan of the cold. In fact, she had stayed cooped up in the locked hallway of dressing rooms for hours when she felt like the walls were closing in because she didn't want to go out in her thin dress to find other people. If it hadn't been for the journals, she probably would have been dead on arrival of any sort of rescue crew. But then maybe whoever was holding them captive wouldn't have let her die. If they could pull her out of a hall and put her naked, asleep, next to a strange man, they could stop her doing away with herself.

Still, after further inspection of the dressing rooms she had come across some odd costume pieces that could protect her from the cold if she needed to be. A mohair bolero, apparently meant for some sort of Mexican senorita, a heavy felt horse's torso, something she wouldn't have recognized without the detachable head and ass she'd found beside it. And the padded clown's suit that she wouldn't wear unless the entire world was coming to an end if she didn't strap on that crappy thing and dance out into the snow. She'd chosen the mohair bolero and it was resting on the back of a broken theater chair someone had put in the hallway, probably to mend at some point.

"Of course, if you're really not going to help me, even when I need you, well..." She let her voice trail off with a gently disappointed pout forming on her face and she shook her head at Sid sadly.

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