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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-21 16:11:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, cheryl mason, day 08, location: theatre, open, sid jenkins, silent bob

Day Eight - Afternoon
Who: Sid Jenkins and OTA
What: Following the Doctor's orders
When: mid- to late afternoon
Where: The theater
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete; dropped

You're a leader now, Sid, the Doctor had said. Something to the effect, at least. Sidney Jenkins was, first and foremost, a follower in life. All through his life. The idea of having to take an initiative was bad enough but to take one that seemed like it was fairly important was almost too much for Sid to take. The easier thing would be to pass it off on someone else, but he couldn't think of anyone who would want a burden like trying to play a shepard to a bunch of scared and/or aggressively angry people. With that thought, Sid decided he was probably the last person who should be leading anyone.

Still, the least he could do was at least start clearing the rubbish from beneath the stage. If people needed to hide, it was just as good a place as any and it'd be easy to barricade, as there was only one way in or out - a small trap door in the green room.

The idea that they'd be in more danger hiding in a place like that briefly crossed Sid's mind. That perhaps they'd be even more vulnerable in an enclosed space; sitting ducks. He didn't say anything about it, though, because it wasn't his place, he didn't think. Instead, Sid just sat on the stage and waited to see if anyone would show to help him. The hell he was going to drag all that shit out from under the stage alone.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-22 10:56 pm UTC (link)

When the sound of the door snapped Sid out of his trance - he'd zoned out and was staring at the fine lines between the thin wood panels of the stage - he looked up and raised his eyebrows. The quiet guy from the petrol station? "All right?" he asked, grinning slightly. Nice, at least somebody was going to help him drag the shit out from under there. He gave Bob a nod and then when the other man sat down beside him, he looked over at him. "Feel like doing some heavy lifting?" he asked as a lopsided grin spread over his lips.

Sid's focus moved at the sound of someone else approaching and he offered Cheryl a slight wave. "Nah, mate," he replied, shaking his head as she settled on the stage on his other side. "I'm trying to figure out where we're going to put everything..." he said pensively, pushing his glasses up on his nose and then scratching the back of his head. "The door is down in the green room, but there's not enough room in there for all of it...only, I don't really fancy dragging those chairs up from there to leave 'em here, either..."

He looked back and forth between the two of them in hopes that either one of them would have an idea of what they should do with the stuff under the stage once they got it out from under there.

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silent_bob
2009-05-24 07:55 pm UTC (link)

Bob's feet were swinging over the lip of the stage. It was pretty nice in here, and it didn't smell like ass like the Not Quick Stop. Whatever Jay had been eating, he needed to stop.

When the Brit asked him if he fucking wanted to lift shit; Bob shrugged. He wasn't particularly looking forward to lifting - that was work and shit.

Bob hadn't caught Cheryl's entry and the only reason he knew anybody was coming is that the Brit fucking started waving. Looking up the aisle he caught sight of Cheryl, covered in mud and looking a bit pissed off or disappointed or something.

Bob pointed at the door, 'out-fucking-side' his mime said. It seemed like the obvious fucking solution and shit. Put the shit out there - it's not like it really fucking mattered, they weren't putting on a play or some shit any time soon.

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