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Bob. (silent_bob) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 17:09:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, cheryl mason, day 07, jay, location: gas station, sid jenkins, silent bob

Day 7: Who Wants Weed? PM
Who: Bob and OTA
What: Trying to get to the pot
Where: The Not Quick Stop
When; Late Afternoon day 7
Rating: Let's go R just to be safe for language and drug use?

Bob had diligently responded to the notes from people about the pot in the Not Quick Stop. If somebody was brave enough to come fuck with the cooler, well come fuck with the cooler. At the moment, he'd situated himself at the main counter, inventorying his smokes and taking count of what was there. There was all kinds of weird shit - shit he wouldn't smoke even if the cigs were nasty. Who the fuck smokes cloves that isn't 14?

Staring from the front of the store like the fucking cooler was his arch nemesis, Bob was certain that he had no choice but to fucking get into that thing. Sure, he couldn't deal like back home, but to have a stash in his pocket and a fucking job to fucking do would be fucking amazing.

Get me a taste of Jersey with a fucking dime bag in my pocket - it's all Bob wanted.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-15 08:57 pm UTC (link)

Right, then...man of few words. Although, Sid did register the slight confusion on the other man's face when he mentioned spliff. "Oh, right...er...marijuana," he clarified. It seemed, however, that Sid's clarification was unnecessary; the other man seemed to figure out on his own what Sid had meant and led him across the store to a cooler Sid hadn't remembered seeing there.

Lo and behold, the sodding thing was full of spliff...and quite apparently locked. "Shit..." he said under his breath. Sid had never seen that much dope in his life. "Beat that Twatter," he muttered, grinning to himself.

As Sid opened his mouth to ask the other man's name, he heard another male voice and turned his head to look over at the source. These blokes looked a bit rough and Sid was starting to wonder if maybe coming out hadn't been such a good idea, after all. Although, they didn't seem to mean any kind of harm...

"Magic Eye," Sid corrected the second man. Those books were the coolest thing when he'd been little. Really little. "Think it's locked, though, looks like," he sighed, furrowing his brow and looking back at the cooler. He tipped his head slightly to the side and frowned. "Although...I don't actually see a lock...'m Sid, by the way," he said, taking a step forward and trying to push the top open.

The second he did, what looked to Sid like a fucking ninja star shot out at him and sliced his cheek as he ducked away. "Bollocks! Christ! What the fuck?!" he snapped, kicking the thing. Another something shot out toward his legs and Sid did a quick, awkward sidestep trying to avoid it, only managing to collide with the blond haired guy. "Sorry, sorry. Christ...what the fuck?!" He raised a hand to his face and when he pulled it away, there was blood. "Shit."

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silent_bob
2009-05-15 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Bob was a bit jilted at the moment, still quite certain that when and if Cheryl showed up she'd fucking run off with the fucking Brit. That would fucking blow.

Bob snorted, giving a man-nod to Jay before watching rather uncomfortably as the kid started to fuck with the fucking lock. Bob, in an act of self preservation hid himself behind one of the chip stands - he wasn't about to get fucking maced by the motherfuckers, no fucking way.

Furrowing his brow as he watched metallic bits literally fucking shooting out of the fucking cooler Bob could hardly contain his look of 'I fucking told you assholes so!' long enough to watch and see if the kid was fucking alright. From the best Bob could tell he was.

Fucking mindgame playing assholes.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-16 02:37 am UTC (link)

Cheryl couldn't really say that she was too eager to go back out into the storm after helping to dig Edward out, but her curiosity about the mystery of the rigged pot cooler guided her back in the direction of the gas station. Really, she didn't know how much good she'd be since she all but ruined her hands on the snow but she might be able to offer a bit of advice - or, if not, at least she could be amused by watching the guys try their hardest to get at the pot.

Either way, Cheryl let herself into the gas station but the greeting she had been about to offer died on her lips when she noticed the tense looks all around. Her expression turned from quizzical to concerned when she noticed the blood on Sid's cheek and the pieces of metal on the floor. "Okay, I admit that I know shit about smoking pot but even I know that it doesn't usually include blood and small bits of metal - so I'm guessing that's the trap part of all of this, huh?"

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_snoogans_
2009-05-16 11:10 am UTC (link)

Jay was just about to say something rude to the Brit fag for correcting him when said Brit fag touched the cooler and weird metallic shit shot from it. Jay's eyes opened as widely as they would go before the Brit fag collided with him and Jay nearly lost his balance.

"Heeeeey!" He protested loudly, not only against the Brit fag, but also against the goddamn rigged cooler, against how Silent Bob seemed to be right, and against having pot that they couldn't access. What a fucking fucked up thing.

Of course his mood lightened up substantially when he saw this hot blonde chick - was Laura the only brunette? - and Jay's scared expression turned into a sort of charming smirk. Or so he thought, anyway.

"Hey there gorgeous, who are ya?" He asked, walking towards her, not even caring one little bit about the bleeding Brit fag.

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