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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
2009-05-16 11:27 am UTC (link)

The look that the mute gave wasn't lost on Sid, but he chose to ignore it. Spliff was fucking spliff and after he'd come out in the bloody snow because somebody in the journal had said they thought maybe he'd be able to get into the case it was in, he fucking wanted it. That was all there was to it. He'd figured at worst, the thing would be locked and he'd be shit out of luck, but he hadn't expected the sodding thing to throw shards of metal at his face and legs.

Sid was wiping his hand on his jeans when he heard Cheryl's voice and he looked over his shoulder at her. "All right, Cheryl?" he asked, brow furrowed with the slight sting of pain in his face. His brow furrowed even more when the blond guy headed over toward her and Sid felt oddly disgruntled by the fact. It wasn't like he had any sort of dibs on Cheryl and he had Cass, anyway, but he felt silently predatory about it. Sid, however, wasn't one to act on it, so he stood back, frowning. "Fucking bollocks, that," he muttered angrily. "Who puts that much spliff out and then sodding booby traps it? Twats..."

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silent_bob
2009-05-16 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Bob was moderately amused to see Sid bumping in to Jay. Still, he was quite smug. He had thought that the case might actually release some sort of poison gas a la the Scarecrow or some shit - instead out came those little metal Baterang shits. Fuck. However, Bob could totally just cling to this moment of happiness.

Then came Cheryl. Jay was already biting off his cookie and the fucking Brit was on her like white on rice. Fuck.

Bob gave Cheryl a wave of acknowledgment as he cracked open a beer from the cooler behind him. Might as well drink, right.

The cooler was fucking winning.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-16 10:56 pm UTC (link)

Cheryl raised both her eyebrows at the smirking blond guy who seemed to be approaching her as if he were starving and she was the last cheeto in the bag. She did manage not to take a step backward from him as she had initially wanted; instead, she managed an amused expression as she sketched a small wave. "I'm Cheryl - and something tells me that you have to be Jay."

"Better than you, it looks," she responded to Sid. Her expression turned from amusement at Jay to concern for the blood but it didn't seem as if Sid had actually been hurt too badly. "So metal shards is what happens if you touch the cooler? That's pretty damn low."

"Hey Bob," she called cheerfully as she returned the wave of acknowledgment. "How's it going?"

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	_snoogans_ 2009-05-21 09:19 pm UTC (link)
	Jay smiled at Cheryl. "Damn right, recognize." He said, looking her over like he was about to lick her at some point. He then turned to Silent Bob with a nod of approval, and motioned for his friend to get him a beer. "Come on, lunchbox, get with the program!" Then, he turned to Cheryl and the brit guy again. "So, you two gonna help us open the weed box?" (Reply to this) (Parent)

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