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Tweak says, "rock my socks is so lame"

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
2009-05-19 11:34 am UTC (link)

Being whined at and told to hurry up when he was all but dragging dead weight alongside himself didn't make Sid any more inclined to speed up then he already was from the cold. Why did she want to take a cold shower in this weather, anyway; was she completely mad? He wasn't getting in there, that was for sure. If she wanted to fuck him, he was all for it, but he was definitely not taking a shower to get there.

So, rather than snap back that he was going as fast as he could, all things considered, Sid just kept moving forward, shuddering against the contrasting cold against the side to which Jenny hadn't attached herself like a barnacle. The gym as a few yards ahead; Sid paused briefly in his effort to catch his breath and wondered if it might be bloody easier if he just took off his coat, gave it to her, and had her hop up for a piggyback ride so that her weight would be evenly distributed...

"Sorry?" he asked, furrowing his brow slightly when she spoke again. He barely heard her as it was but he definitely had no idea what she'd said. Sid took off his coat and put it around her shoulders, frustrated. "Get up," he said, bending his knees slightly as he turned his back on her. "I can't bloody keep walking faster when you're hanging on one side; it's setting me off balance. You can ride on my back so I can get there faster," he said, frowning to himself. Take me out in the snow for an ice shower, Sid. Sure thing, Jenny, right away! Fuck.

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-24 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Normally, Jenny would have protested and threatened her way out of having to climb on someone's back to be carried. She could fucking get there or die trying. But being in the actual situation where she might actually die trying was a whole new playing field for her. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this and she was so beyond normal capabilities that she was nearly half dead as it was. So cold. She was so fucking cold and he was not much warmer but it was better than nothing.

With his coat around her shoulders and so little of an idea as to how it had gotten there because her mind was milky, syrupy and slow now, she gripped his shoulders. He would have to do the rest because she couldn't. Leaning herself against him she knew somewhere inside her fogged, stupid brain, that she was probably giving him the show of a lifetime with the way her nipples were hard and flush against his back. It didn't seem to matter though because she was half asleep.

In fact, it was so nice and sleepy that she almost yawned near his ear. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Her body shutting down just felt like a slow descent into naptime. She could almost feel the gentle touch of her Egyptian cotton sheets. 500+ thread count. So warm. So wonderful. And Nikki was there. Oh Nikki. "I love you so much."

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