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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
2009-06-02 12:12 pm UTC (link)

Sid gave Jenny a small, perfectly practice smile that he neither meant nor felt, not that she'd be any the wiser, when she kissed his cheek and suggested that perhaps they were in purgatory. Maybe he'd died in a plane crash or something and the whole of what he'd seen of New York City was part of this limbo; he had only seen Times Square and the airport...both things he'd seen in the movies, so they weren't unfamiliar sights.

If this was purgatory, he would never see Cass again. He was sure of it. Maybe it was becasue he'd stood so idly by while Chris was essentially killing himself. Maybe if he'd stepped up and said, 'Oi, mate...no more spliff,' Chris wouldn't have died and Sid wouldn't be here. That, of course, was completely untrue. No matter what Sid could've said, Chris was his own person. He'd have done things the exact same way, regardless. If Jal hadn't been able to stop him - and Sid had to assume she'd tried - then there was no bloody way Sid would've been able.

"I can't let myself think that's what this is," he finally said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath that he let out very slowly. His eyes opened again and he looked out at the wall in front of him, going back to stroking Jenny's hair absently and reflexively when she laid back down. "I don't think you should think of it like that, either. I think it's just a bad bloody dream, hey? We'll wake up soon, Jenny, and you'll have Nikki and you won't ever have to see me or this sodding place again, yeah?"

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-02 03:09 pm UTC (link)

She almost wanted to reassure Sid that when they did get out of here that she would miss him. It seemed like the automatic response that almost popped out of her mouth when he said she'd never have to see him again. He was so nice and very sweet to soothe her, playing with her hair and telling her it was going to be okay. That soon this would all look like a bad dream.

Except she couldn't honestly say she'd miss him. Momentarily she felt a twinge of guilt for that. Maybe if she hadn't hardened herself and done so many vengeful things she wouldn't be here either. Maybe she would have been a person who could say she'd miss this person who had, in all reality, risked his life and saved hers to bring her for a shower. Instead she felt numb.

She would miss nothing and no one here. Just like no one was missing her back at home. Even Nikki, the beautiful and talented celebrity, had moved on. She was sure of it. That's how her life worked. She never got it quiet right. Just wanted people to love her but couldn't figure out how to love them back. At least, not in a way that made them want to stay.

The twinge of guilt grew. Sid here with her had shown her more kindness than anyone she'd known. And in just an hour where others had had a lifetime. Including her parents. She couldn't disregard him because he wasn't high fashion or gorgeous or whatever it was that she'd chalked against him. He was taking care of her.

"Oh Sid," she whispered, feeling like a complete asshole and knowing he had no idea what sort of war had been raging in her mind over the past few minutes of silence. "I'm sorry I dragged you out here. I am so sorry."

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