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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
2009-05-26 06:43 pm UTC (link)

Sid could tell that Jenny wasn't going to heft herself up on his back, whether because she didn't want to or simply couldn't, though, he couldn't tell for sure. In any case, he reached back and hooked his arms around her legs so that his elbows were holding her weight under her knees. "All right, Jenny," he said quietly, feeling a bit badly for her that she was apparently so very stubborn that even though she was freezing - however numb Sid was, he could still feel her nipples erect against his back, even though his two layers of shirts - she wasn't willing to give up.

Thankfully, though, the gym was right in front of him and Sid was struggling to pull the door open against the snow on the ground as he felt her go completely limp on his back. Trying to hold her up, keep his jacket from falling off her, and get the door open was proving to be more difficult than he thought it was probably worth for a show he was pretty sure he wasn't going to get anymore, but he finally got the door open and had gotten as far as pulling the door closed behind them once inside when he heard her speak again.

"Sorry?" he asked, if only because he thought he'd heard her say she loved him so much but that didn't make any bloody sense and anyhow, her voice was quiet and interrupted by the sound of teh door closing. He carried her on his back over to the nearest set of pulled out bleachers and carefully lowered her to sit on them. When he turned toward her, he realized that there was probably something very wrong with her...and Sid tried very hard not to panic. Not again. I don't want another death to be my fault.

Jenny was showing signs of what Sid was pretty sure was hypothermia, given the circumstance. "Right, okay, wake up, Jenny," he said quickly, taking a seat beside her and pulling her into a tight hug, holding the coat in place with one hand and rubbing the other hand harsh and fast up and down on her back to try and create friction heat. "You know...you could've just said we could go back," he tried to joke to lighten the situation a little.

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-27 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Vaguely, Jenny felt herself being lifted up and carried and suddenly she was eight years old again. Daddy had her on his back for a piggyback to bed. It was so nice and swimmy and warm here with Daddy. Her hair feel in her face and she giggled softly because silly Daddy was just making it so hard for her to stay sleepy. He was jostling her around and tossing her up and down so that she lost her tummy somewhere between the couch and the bed. She kept waiting to feel herself be lowered onto the softness of her bed so she could curl up tight with little Glo-Worm and Piglet. It had been such a long day.

Other thoughts and memories swam through her thick mind. She felt so warm and loved. Something that, if she had been completely conscious, would have made her a little sad because she hadn't felt that in such a long time. Her arms locked around the closest person she saw in the meandering of a party with balloons and cake and pinata full of her favorite chocolate covered marshmallows. She was kissing everyone she knew and it was so wonderful. Dreamy and beautiful.

"Wow!" she said in a small, sleepy voice and yawned. "It's so pretty. Daddy you made it so pretty. I love you so much." And Daddy hugged her tight which sent a surge of fear through her somewhere in the back of her mind. It didn't feel as warm anymore either. In fact, the party was beginning to fade into the background slowly like the pinwheel of a memory being rewound in one of those low-budget old black and white films. "No...." she whispered. "Don't go..."

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