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Tweak says, "It's a hootananny"

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
2009-05-15 03:45 pm UTC (link)

Jenny felt transported back to all the horrible midwestern winters that she had so avidly hated when she was younger. Of course, they'd never had this much snow but it had been enough so that when she arrived in Los Angeles where the weather never changed, she had been so happy to never see another white flake unless it was on a ski slope. And even then she'd only gone to a ski resort for Shane's wedding that never was. Needless to say she wasn't interested in or enjoying the cold. In fact, she was pretty sure this was the stupidest idea she'd ever had but she was definitely not letting Sid know she just wanted to go back inside now.

So, tripping on her own snow-clumped feet and hanging on to Sid for dear life, she pressed her mouth closer to his ear so that he could hear her squeak out an answer to his question. "I'm fine. Never better!" she said and huddled closer to him. This was insufferable but at least he didn't smell like a gym locker. He must have managed not to sweat like a dog during his time here. She appreciated that very much right at the moment.

Turning her face only a little she tried to make out the world around them. It was all so white that she couldn't tell if they'd gotten to the bottom of the drift against the theater or if they were on a long descent into hell. In normal circumstances this would have annoyed her but right now she was keen on her face not freezing.

"How much further?" she asked into his ear and immediately wanted to kick herself in the ass because as she'd done it her eyelashes had fluttered against his cheek. If that wasn't a come on, almost nothing was, but she hadn't meant to do it. She really hoped his face was so numb that he hadn't felt it. Oh please, oh please, oh please... she thought.

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