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Tweak says, "Lily's middle name was Sue."

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-17 03:03:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, cielo, day 08, george lass, l lawliet, npc, open

Who: Clone!Sid, OTA
What: He has no idea. Tell him?
When: Day 5, morning
Where: He has no clue, someone tell him?
Rating: ?
Status: Active

He had been wandering around for hours, utterly confused. Was he supposed to go somewhere, do something, see someone? Did he even know anyone? Really, he had no clue at all. When he had tried to speak aloud, unsure if he could, his voice had sounded funny, strange. Foreign, even. Maybe it was not foreign at all, maybe it was just right and his brain was foreign.

What if he was Frankenstein's monster?

No...the monster did not have glasses. He knew that, right? And he had to push those glasses up his nose time after time, so he was sure they were there. There was thick, white stuff all over the ground, 'Snow' was what his mind had supplied as he had stared at it for several long minutes. Something flowed thick and heavy in his veins, like his blood was weighted down with fishing lures.

...how did he even know what fishing lures were?

The clone of Sid Jenkins continued to stare at the snow, fascinated.

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notgivingashit
2009-05-17 11:51 am UTC (link)

So, George was very positively freaked out after the little exchange with whoever that had been. She hadn't told anyone about Betty, she hadn't spoken about Betty in years, and now here they were mentioning it. George did not even stop to wonder how the hell would that bastard know so much about people. She was just pissed.

And like anyone who's pissed, not thinking clearly. Which is why she went to do an anger walk off in the middle of the snow. Up until she spotted Sid staring down at the snow like an idiot.

"Sid!" She called out before reaching him. "What the hell are you doing here?" George looked down at where his eyes were fixated on, trying to find anything remotely interesting that could bear staring. Nothing but snow, apparently.

"Sid?" She looked up at him. He hadn't looked retarded, slow, or impaired when they met or in the journal. So why staring so much at nothing?

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-17 02:17 pm UTC (link)

"Sid?" The man/boy in question repeated, looking up from the odd substance he had begun reaching out to touch. He straightened and turned, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they had slid down in his distraction. "I was...looking at this stuff." It took a second for the name to filter back into his head. "Snow, right?"

He looked over at the pretty blonde girl who was talking to him, why did he feel like that was not usual? Pretty girls walking up to him to talk to him of their own volition? Well, he had absolutely no idea.

"Sid?" the boy/man repeated again, his expression blank with a side of curious. "Who is Sid?" With a pause to think, he came to a conclusion. "Am I Sid? Do I know you?"

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notgivingashit
2009-05-17 02:29 pm UTC (link)

Something very fucking odd was happening here. Sid didn't seem like himself at all, and that was saying something considering George hardly even knew him. And who didn't know that that was snow?!

George's jaw was very positively dropped, and she had no idea what to say. Of course it only got worse when George realized Sid didn't know who he was, like if his memory had been wiped.

"Holy shit, what did they do to you?" She whispered in horror to contrast with Sid's blankness. "It's me, George! Don't you remember me? Pudding girl?" Well people remembered the unpleasant things easier, didn't they? But why would he remember her, if apparently he didn't even remember himself?

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-18 05:14 am UTC (link)

"Who did what to who?" Not!Sid paused, then added. "And where, where sounds important." He pushed the glasses up his nose again. Had he always had these things? They seemed a pain, what happened when he took them off? The boy/man who was not Sid tried it, taking off his glasses for a second before blinking, shaking his head and putting them back on.

Bugger, he was blind.

"George," he repeated back to her, as if he was a record who was skipping over and over. "That's a funny name for a girl." The entire time he spoke, he sounded, off, like he had gotten both stoned and drunk and then fallen down a hill to gain himself a concussion.

She looked upset, and he watched her blankly before realizing that she should not be upset, upset was bad. Right? "Hey, don't be upset Pudding Girl." With a hand reached out, he patted her shoulder in what he half hoped was a comforting way before retracting his hand back in again. It could go in a pocket, less cold there. For a moment he looked at her blankly again, before finally asking, "So...do you have pudding?"

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notgivingashit
2009-05-18 05:48 am UTC (link)

"You're all fucked in the head!" George said, exasperated. This wasn't the Sid she knew, and if she had to guess, someone must have been doing something to him.

"Yeah, I've been told..." She said, speaking very slowly, because in all fairness she was quite incredulous. It was like they had never met before. "Did you take drugs? Did you get into Andy's vicodin?"

When he patted her on the shoulder George watched his hand move with a mix between awkwardness and fright. This boy was all kinds of fucked up at this point. Not the Sid she'd been chatting with through journals, at all. Had to be drugs. She pulled up her journal from her purse-like thing and scribbled on it while he spoke.

"What?!" There was George's exasperation again. Was he really asking for pudding right now? Seriously? "No, I don't, it's at the convenience store, you know this!"

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-19 02:56 am UTC (link)

"Oi! No one skull fucked me!" And then whatever little personality quirk that was, it disappeared as it sank back into the murky waters of his mind.

Sticking out his bottom lip as he shrugged his thin shoulders, he shook his head. "Haven't had any Vicodin, especially not Andy's Vicodin." Not!Sid paused and looked upwards for a moment, before back at George. "Who's Andy?"

The girl-George took out a small book and begin scribbling in it, and Not!Sid became distracted into looking through the pockets of his overcovering. A white box that opened, full of... "Fags!" Okay, so that much he knew. He had already pulled one out, stuck it in his mouth and began looking for a...fire-making...thing?

She finished, just as he found the...thing whose name he could not remember at the moment. Something had gone wrong in his download maybe. Not!Sid lit the little tube, only to cough as he inhaled dry tobacco through the wrong end of the cigarette. "Gross."

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notgivingashit
2009-05-19 09:53 am UTC (link)

George started when Sid seemed way too pissed about her saying he was fucked in the head. And that wasn't what she meant. "I know, jackass. Not what I meant."

She could've swore he'd met Andy. Hadn't he? At least once? "Andy's this guy who's got a fucked up leg and takes vicodin frequently for it, he hangs with a blonde chick and a freakishly tall guy..." She eyed Sid and sighed. "Never mind."

Oh, so fags he remembered. Of course. But not her, or where they were, or how to behave like himself. Unless he had problems of the head and she just didn't know about them.

Watching him smoke the wrong end of a cigarette with dropped jaw, George's face was one of disgruntlement. Pretty sure Sid smoked frequently for years, he'd notice soon enough the texture wasn't right.

"I thought you Brits didn't say 'gross'." She commented. Shaking her head, she took out the journal and read what people were replying, while Sid did - she assumed - the right thing with the cigarette and smoked it right.

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inmyownworld
2009-05-19 02:52 pm UTC (link)

L had read that George needed help in the journals, regarding a Sid who both was and wasn't the young British man. L had spoken to both George and Sid during brief intervals over the journals, and he couldn't say that he particularly disliked either of them. He judged them terribly on his own time, but that was who the detective was, in most ways. No one escaped being assigned a value or label by him at some point, because he saw people as objects more often than not and he liked to keep things simple.

This afternoon, with Laura out and quite an lot of pent-up energy and boredom, L was looking for something constructive to do. That was probably the main reason he had responded, quickly and eagerly, to a summon for help from a somewhat flustered-sounding George. Though L wasn't probably the best person for the job (he was winded just from walking the relatively short distance to the two figures in the snow), he didn't like feeling useless, and he knew that there was value in doing nice things for others every now and then. It gained one influence and friends, at the very least, and he could use both. He didn't want to end up like that Rorschach, after all, even if he did have Laura.

Wearing his scarf and pea coat, and carrying two blankets he had thought to grab from the thrift store, L slogged through the snow toward George and not!Sid, nibbling one of his already-numb fingers. "Um... hi. Sorry it took awhile," he said, shuffling awkwardly. "How can I help?"

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-20 05:54 am UTC (link)

Further discussion of this Andy-girl reminded Not!Sid of something, and he perked up momentarily, "Spliff, yes?" Then he deflated, reconsidering. "No? Maybe?"

Righting the cigarette in his mouth to the proper, he thought, way to put it, the clone of our dear Mister Jenkins tried the whole 'lighting pieces of things on fire' again. This time it seemed to work quite a bit more...well. Not!Sid looked off into nothing for a moment as he attempted to unscramble even his own brain, tangled yarn mess that it was. It was his brain, wasn't it? Maybe it was someone else's brain. "Abby Normal?" he questioned nothing and no one.

Before he looked over at George-not-boy, "Do you know an Abby Normal?"

A strange, not that everything was not at the moment, Asian boy came up and offered help. Only for Not!Sid to blink twice at him, dart a glance down to the blanket and take too large of a pull from the cigarette he had forgotten was in his mouth. With a cough, he exclaimed, "Blankets! Useful. Did you notice cold was snow?"

...Wait.

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notgivingashit
2009-05-20 04:44 pm UTC (link)

"Yes. Spliff." George said in a monotone voice, rolling her eyes and sighing. She was just wondering when the guy whose name she still wasn't sure she knew would come along, because this was being overly weird. And she was getting freaked out yet again.

George glared at the Sid-who-wasn't-really-Sid. "No. But I do know an abnormal..." She muttered under her breath. Finally, finally Ryuzaki could be seen walking towards them. George almost grinned in happiness when he stopped. "You know, I'm not really sure. He's not Sid, but he looks and talks just like Sid if Sid had had his brains leaking out of his ears for a week."

Rolling her eyes again, she looked to Sid. At least she got what he meant this time. "He didn't bring blankets." She said, pointing to Ryuzaki. "Who are you?" Now with someone else with her there, she felt like she could ask Not-really-Sid anything. And she would.

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inmyownworld
2009-05-20 05:00 pm UTC (link)

L regarded the two in his typical, calculating way. Doubtless, with his hunched posture and tendency to stare, he was coming off as somewhat strange even in light of recent events, but he was the best they were going to get in terms of help, at this time.

"I brought two," L said pointedly, tossing one to Sid and holding the other draped over his arm as proof of his foresight. "So... this is either Sid with something terribly wrong with him, or not Sid at all. Given this place's apparent premise, I'd say that either option is potentially the case. And, ah, I'm called Ryuzaki. I'm Laura's boyfriend and, otherwise, an altogether unextraordinary person."

Even if he wasn't quite sure if Laura thought of it that way, it was nice to say it out loud.

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cloudlesssky
2009-05-22 04:53 pm UTC (link)

Cielo had found his interest drawn by the journal entry dealing with the problem of there suddenly being someone pretending to be Sid. Though he admittedly had only met the kid briefly, Cielo had found himself liking the other and it worried him that something might have happened to Sid. This worry soon turned into action and he set out to find this not-Sid and the person who had found him. He held onto the hope that he might be able to do something to help him but, even if not, he could at least help the people who might be able to help.

After only a short while of wandering, Cielo happened across the group of two familiar people and one unfamiliar woman and he walked over to join them. "I know I didn't write anything but I thought maybe I could help out?" He offered by way of explanation. His attention wandered to the Sid-but-not-Sid and he canted his head slightly on side. "He's really not Sid?"

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-22 10:51 pm UTC (link)

"Did so bring blankets," Not!Sid argued as one of said blankets hit him in the face. He was fairly sure, he decided as he peeled it off his head and tried to avoid it getting caught on his glasses and pulling it off, that something had gone wrong with...something. He should know what, that much he did know. That something was supposed to be one way, but was really another and now he was...huh?

George was describing him, and not in too complimentary a fashion, but Not!Sid just sort of looked at her for a prolonged moment. Until he got distracted by snow, and then another person wandering up.

Another moment passed, before he spoke, and he snuck in an odd question before the new arrival spoke. "Wait, isn't Laura like, dead?" To the new, dread-locked, individual's question, "I thought I was. She," he pointed to George. "She said I was named Sid."

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notgivingashit
2009-05-23 11:50 am UTC (link)

George looked behind her, slightly confused. She hadn't seen Ryuzaki holding blankets, but then again, her brain wasn't in pristine condition by now anyway. "Okay, alright!" She told Faux Sid with the same attitude he'd shown her.

She nodded in acknowledgment and thanks for Ryuzaki to be there, and smiled. Right at that time, another guy - someone she didn't know - showed up, said he wanted to help, and apparently, he'd seen George's journal entry. As an answer to both the unknown guy and Ryuzaki, George lowered her voice and half-turned to them. "Pretty sure he's not Sid. Sid just spoke to me on the journal, and he's positively freaked out. This guy isn't Sid."

Then, Not-Sid spoke, saying something about Laura being dead, which made George tilt her head while making a face, and looked at Ryuzaki. Not that she had anything against dead people, but it was a random thing to say.

George turned to Not-Sid again and sighed. "I thought you were Sid, but you aren't. It's complicated..."

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inmyownworld
2009-05-24 01:40 pm UTC (link)

"Cielo..." L greeted, surprised to see the boy he recognized from their encounter a few days before in the forest. Though, he wasn't certain why... what was surprising about a young man, like himself, noticing something like what George had written in the journals and wanting to help, if only to ease boredom?

He continued to study the person who was professedly "not" Sid. Clearly, the boy had some knowledge, correctly identifying Laura for being "dead." He didn't like hearing it put so bluntly, but who was L to get touchy or angry about a young man who was so clearly this far gone? He nodded briskly, with a one-shouldered shrug, before turning back to George. "Um... right. We should get the two of you back somewhere warm. Yes?"

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