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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-01 15:36:00

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!complete, day 09, location: gas station, sid jenkins, silent bob

Day Nine - Mid-morning
Who: Sid Jenkins and Silent Bob
What: Free the Weed: Take Two
When: mid-morning
Where: the gas station
Rating: heh uh maybe PG-13 to R for language
Status: Complete

Sid...was out of fags. And food, but most importantly, fags. Yesterday had been a long day of hauling shit out from under the stage and staying the hell inside to avoid the possibility of meeting...himself. So, when he slept that night, he slept like the lazy log that he rightfully was. But, when he woke up the next morning, shrugging out of his jacket because it was actually kind of hot in the theatre today, he was dismayed to find that he'd smoked his last cigarette at some point the night before and hadn't realized that it was the last one. Thus, he hadn't replaced the pack.

With a sigh, Sid pushed up his sleeves against the heat and headed back up from the green room and right out the door. He was going to the bloody petrol station and he was going to stock up like Anders had. Much smarter to have more than one pack on his person. Maybe he'd take another lighter, too, actually. Might as well, while he was at it.

The sun was already shining brightly in the sky and the warmth was a really nice change from the last time he'd been outside a couple of days ago. The snow was nearly all melted, save a few small piles still left from the massive snowdrifts that had reached up to the second floor window. It was far smaller, now, but apparently it had been too large for the sun to take out yesterday. Sid had a feeling it'd be gone by the end of today, though. That was good.

Zoning out as he walked, listening idly to the crunch of gravel under his sneakers, Sid made it to the petrol station in almost no time. He hadn't realized he'd been walking so fast. He let himself in and looked around. "Oi, anyone home?" he called out, not necessarily liking the idea of just barging in on someone's personal space just for cigarettes but...shit, they were cigarettes. Anyone living in the petrol station must be used to being barged in on; it was where all the good stuff was. Including, Sid remembered as his eyes landed on the case and his brow furrowed with frustration, spliff.

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silent_bob
2009-06-02 09:04 am UTC (link)

Bob had been under the counter shifting through the junk that had accumulated there. There were cleaning materials and a disassembled phone. There was also a box that used to have fireworks in it. It seemed like under the counter was a place for trash. What Bob wanted it to be was a place for his feet. He was getting used to pretending to be Dante. He sure as fuck wasn't Randal.

"Oi, anyone home?" Came the Brit's voice and Bob poked his head up from under the counter. He offered a smile of sorts before doing the customary head tilt of greeting.

Pulling himself up on the stool Bob gave Sid a half grin and a wave. He wondered if the kid came in for another bout with the cooler of doom. God he hoped he did. Bob really wanted a fucking smoke like yesterday.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-02 11:53 am UTC (link)

Bob appeared from under the counter and Sid mirrored the head tilt before smirking. "You sleep under there and you run the risk of waking up to pudding in the face, mate," he joked, thinking of the last time he'd fallen asleep under there. Hadn't really been Sid's ideal way to start the day.

"Are there more smokes?" Sid asked, miming smoking a cigarette. "'m out."

He paused, then. "So, nobody got into that thing after I left, looks like..." he said with a bit of a frown, nodding back at the cooler full of spliff, taunting them almost with it's simple-looking build.

	silent_bob 2009-06-02 07:46 pm UTC (link)
	Bob was stoked that Cid thought the fucking fire extinguisher would work. It would be fucking amazing if it did. Fire extinguisher in hand Bob walked rather purposefully to the counter and nodded. It was now or fucking never. Offering Sid the fire extinguisher to do the fucking honors. Because even Bob knew he threw like a fucking girl (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)