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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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emo_underdog
2009-05-12 08:08 pm UTC (link)

At first, when she declined his offer, Sid looked at her incredulously in spite of the sly compliment hidden in the rejection of his gesture. But then she reached into the hall and pulled out what looked like a hairy sweater that was probably too short to be useful. She insisted she'd wear it and he just had to get them out. To him, it sounded like a stupid idea, because the thing didn't look all that warm - or attractive; what the fuck?! - to him, but he shrugged and put on his jacket. "Right, then," he agreed. "Come on, there's a window upstairs."

He walked past her with little bravado and less recognition, oblivious to the fact that he was probably being a bit rude by disregarding her as he went. The further up the stairs he went, the colder the air was and he wrapped his arms around himself reflexively when he got to the top. Sid started to continue forward without her, but paused and turned to wait for her, realizing that she was the whole point he was leaving the comfort of the small green room.

Then, he took the jacket off again, holding it out once more. "Least you can do is sit on it when you slide down the snowdrift," he insisted. It was the least he could do. If she turned it down, then he wouldn't offer again, but he'd feel like a right twat if he didn't at least offer and she got frostbite trying to slide down the bloody snow without a buffer zone between her legs and the built up precipitation.

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-12 08:18 pm UTC (link)

Trying not to grin, Jenny bit her lip again with a sudden jolting reminder of pain that she was going to give herself a fat lip if she wasn't careful. But he was so amusingly adorable when he wanted to be. That lift of his nostril in disgust when he'd seen her scratchy idea of a coat made her want to laugh but she couldn't risk him thinking she was laughing at him derisively. That would just defeat her purpose. He wouldn't want to help her if he thought she was making fun of him.

He'd turned to walk away then and Jenny frowned at his retreating back. The room was full of junk, as she'd pointed out, and there was at least one useful thing he could have grabbed to help them. What he thought they would use to get down out of the window she wasn't sure but she wasn't going unprepared. Slinging the bolero over her shoulder, she hefted a smallish white board from the pile of stuff in the room, ignoring the sound of the dry erase markers snickering onto the floor as she whirled around to follow Sid up the stairs.

She was still climbing the stairs when he turned around to offer his jacket again, this time to sit on. "What about this instead?" she asked pleasantly, neatly hiding her desire to give him a withering look for being an idiot and making her do the work. Still he was going to go with her so she was going to be polite. She set the white board down and pulled the bolero around herself snugly with another smile at him. "Shall me?"

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