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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
2009-05-13 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Jenny had the urge to ball her hands into fists to pound the wet snow and kick her feet. Of course, throwing a tantrum was not exactly the image she wanted to leave Sid with. No, impressions counted for a lot. The outward appearance of calm could almost always produce a much better response than looking like a complete and utter idiot. So, rather than fume for more than it took Sid to flop into the snow beside her, thankfully not landing directly on her, she smiled graciously instead.

She brushed the snow from her now cold, red palms and took Sid's offered hand with as much alacrity as she could muster without seeming to be overly jubilant to have fallen into a snow drift, requiring even more help than originally planned. She was glad he was somewhat solid and able to easily lift her to her feet. She didn't stand up fluidly or prettily but at least she didn't fall back down on her ass.

"Thank you," she said sweetly between chattering teeth. She didn't let go right away but rather snuggled in close to him for warmth, partially hiding her face against his shirt to get it out of the snow. All of which was for necessity because she'd ceased trying to pour on the charm the moment she'd realized how bad her idea had been to come out here in this.

She waited patiently as he used his arm in spite of her being firmly attached. Nosily she looked over his shoulder without shame but he only looked at a map which seemed to be the town they had been in before the snow had transformed it into a mess of white on white impressionism.

"I think you were right to try to talk me out of coming out here, Sid. But since we're out, we might as well go, right?"

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