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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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emo_underdog
2009-06-02 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Sid watched as Bob walked over to the case and nothing happened. Right then, not a motion sensor. He couldn't decide if that made things easier or harder, actually. But then Bob came back around and ducked down behind the counter, gesturing for Sid to follow. So, Sid, being the follower that he naturally was, did just that, crouching down behind the counter beside Bob.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sid asked with a smirk, picking up a piece of broken stool that was still littering the floor. He mimed that he was going to throw the thing, but he didn't actually do it. He wanted Bob's input before he did something potentially stupid.

Even if he did throw something at it...logically, it'd start throwing those sodding ninja star things, but it wouldn't do them any good getting the thing open so much as just letting out their frustration on it. At least, so far as Sid could see, but maybe Bob had another idea. Sid was all ears.

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silent_bob
2009-06-02 01:04 pm UTC (link)

Bob waggled his brow. Sid was thinking what he was thinking. They were going to throw shit at it until the damned thing fucking croaked. Then, when it was dead, Bob planned to fucking throw more shit at it just to make sure.

After that, how the fuckhe'd get it open he didn't really fucking know. What he did know is that staring at that thing was really driving him fucking insane.

So, taking up one of the bottles of cleaning solvent, Bob poked his head up over the fucking counter and eyed his target. Nodding to Sid he lobbed his fucking bottle hearing a tell tale hiss and pop and metallic whir as a fucking ninja star lodged somewhere in the store. All Bob knew is that it wasn't in his ass, and that was all that mattered.

Gesturing with a triumphant fist pump Bob let Sid know it was his fucking turn.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-02 01:14 pm UTC (link)

Brilliant! They were on the same page. Sid wanted to throw things at it and Bob did as well. Actually, maybe if they threw something hard enough, they could break the glass... All right, so maybe they weren't on exactly the same page, but it was close enough. They wanted the same thing and they both had the same idea for getting there.

Sid ducked further reflexively when he heard the case throw - could it really throw them? - a ninja star at them. At Bob's gesture, Sid peeked up over the counter next and held the piece of broken stool over his head, aiming. Then, he chucked it and dropped back down behind the counter knowing that he hit his target when he heard a heavy thump of impact followed by the hiss, pop, and whir before a ninja star embedded itself into something with a thick chunk sound.

"We need to find something that'll shatter the glass when we hit it, mate..." Sid said. "That's what I'm thinking, anyway..." he added almost sheepishly in case maybe that was Bob's idea in the first place.

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silent_bob
2009-06-02 01:35 pm UTC (link)

Bob grinned triumphantly as he heard yet another object smash into the fucking case and another star go whizzing off in some other direction. Standing up, Bob looked around; the problem with finding something heavy enough to break the glass would be being able to throw it far enough and high enough to impact where they wanted to.

Bob spied an old phone book, somebodies shoe, all sorts of food... wait, there it was - the fucking fire extinguisher. That fucking thing came from the dawn of time and weighed a ton (Bob should know.)

Sauntering over to it Bob raised it, waving it at Sid as if to say what do you think?

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emo_underdog
2009-06-02 01:42 pm UTC (link)

When Bob got to his feet, Sid did the same. His eyes, too, were scanning the room for something heavy enough to break the glass - or rather hard enough and still light enough to lift and throw.

All Sid could see that might work were the tubs of chewing tobacco or maybe some bottles of motor oil, the latter of which he was pretty sure wouldn't be a great idea.

Bob's movement caught in Sid's periphery vision and he looked over, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning when Bob held up the fire extinguisher. If that didn't work, probably nothing would. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed, nodding excitedly. "That is bloody brilliant, mate! Yes!"

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	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)

emo_underdog
2009-06-02 08:00 pm UTC (link)

...Bob wanted Sid to throw it? Sid almost laughed incredulously. If he could throw it from this far away, there was no bloody way it was going to be hard enough to break that glass. Still, Sid took the fire extinguisher and then gave Bob a reproachful look.

"I throw like a girl, mate," he warned, although...

Actually, Anders had been teaching him a thing or two about follow through when he was trying to show him how to play Pyramid. Maybe he'd be able to pull it off after all. Worst case scenario, the glass didn't break and then Bob could try his luck, yeah?

"All right...no promises..." he said before taking his place behind the counter. Sid took a deep breath and held the fire extinguisher over his head. "Blimey, this is heavy..." he grunted and then with a second grunt, this one of effort, he chucked the fire extinguisher toward the glass front of the case.

There was a dull thud of impact and Sid grinned at the crack in the glass just before ducking behind the counter to dodge the next bit of shrapnel about to be flung in their direction. There was a low hissing sound after the thunk of the ninja star hitting wood and sticking that made Sid's brow furrow. "The fuck...?" he wondered aloud, standing again.

Just in time to see the fire extinguisher explode. "Christ!" he shouted, dropping back down again. "Fuck!"

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silent_bob
2009-06-02 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Bob had nodded happily as Sid agreed to chuck the extinguisher - it saved him that slice of humble fucking pie. Watching Sid chuck the extinguisher Bob ducked fucking down - this had to fucking work.

There was the sound of the metal clashing with glass; the metallic whir of the fucking ninja star shit, and then all was quiet for a moment.

In that moment Bob popped his head up, he didn't have time to really take a look at the case because the hissing of the extinguisher caught his attention. With a slow, steady leak the extinguisher did not look good. Bob's jaw fell.

"Shit," he breathed just as the extinguisher gave reason to heed the "contents under pressure" warning. Bob ducked back under the counter and from an aisle length away the fucking extinguisher launched it's bits with such velocity that they could be heard thunking and splattering against the other side of the counter.

With another subsequent launch of ninja stars Bob winced. Then all was quiet. Peeking his head up once more Bob gasped. FUCK.

There was white powder everywhere; however, there was victory to be had - the initial crack in the glass had splintered. Score one for the fucking home team!

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emo_underdog
2009-06-02 08:18 pm UTC (link)

After having ducked and covered, cowering against the back of the counter, Sid waited until everything got quiet again and then when Bob moved to peek up, Sid followed suit.

"Bollocks," he muttered at the mess, although, when he noticed that the glass was splintering, his face lit up again and he looked over at Bob. "Whaddya say, mate? One more good hit should break it and we'll have some fucking spliff?" he asked, grinning wickedly. Christ, he could almost taste the rancid smoke in his throat; almost feel the slow burn in his lungs. Blimey, Sid could almost feel the lightheaded-ness as an after effect.

"What else can we throw?" he asked, looking around. "We could...I mean, all I saw really was the chewing tobacco tins. We could try that, yeah? Throw a few of 'em that way? They'll be lighter, so we can throw 'em harder...if we hit the same spot over and over, the glass has got to shatter, yeah?"

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silent_bob
2009-06-02 08:26 pm UTC (link)

Bob could taste a foul something in his throat - and that something was residual powder from the extinguisher as it languished in the air. It tasted like he imagined bleach probably did and it hung in his nose and throat. Fuck.

"Bullocks," Sid said, and Bob nodded. Fucking right. They were almost as fucking bad as L now. Well, at least they hadn't tried to fucking catch the place on fire - they had just made a mess.

Bob nodded to the idea of using the fucking cans of chew - it had to fucking work. Leaning over he grabbed a few that had been stacked on the counter and handed a pair to Sid.

There would be fucking gange.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-02 08:32 pm UTC (link)

"How come you never talk, anyway?" Sid asked, distracted, as he took the two tins of tobacco that Bob handed him. "You can, can't you? Just choose not to or...?" he asked. It was pretty clear that the other man wasn't deaf, or else he could read lips really well. What little he had heard Bob say didn't sound like the voice of a deaf person, so it was kind of bugging him why the other man stayed so quiet all the time.

Sid took his turn and chucked one of the tins at the glass, grinning to himself at the sound of the glass chipping before the tin toppled to the ground and the ninja star was released. Then, he looked over at Bob and waved a hand. "You're up, mate," he said.

They were so close to victory, Sid could practically taste it. ...well, among the shitty, thick taste of whatever had come out of the fire extinguisher, anyway.

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silent_bob
2009-06-02 08:51 pm UTC (link)

Bob shrugged to Sid's question. Bob didn't talk because he didn't want to talk. He was an introverted man, kind of. Then again, perhaps it was more a force of habit being that he'd pretty much had Jay to talk for him as long as he could remember. To talk in profanity laced rants. Jay was perfect in that way because that was just how fucking Bob thought.

Sid waved Bob on and Bob envisioned L's fucking face on the cooler as he chucked a couple off in rapid succession. Surprisingly from what he could hear he hit the damned thing pretty good. Poking his head back up again he surveyed the damage with a grin.

Fucking A.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-02 09:01 pm UTC (link)

"One more hit, you reckon?" Sid asked, practically shaking with anticipation. The glass looked it like was ready to drop, for sure.

Sid stood up and pulled his arm back, focusing hard on the glass. He superimposed the Mad Twatter's face there and grinned. I win, Twatter, he thought and chucked the last tin of tobacco.

The glass shattering was the most beautiful sound Sid had heard since...well, Cass moaning when they were fucking, he supposed, but in any case...it was music to his ears. Still, he ducked down as the glass rained onto the floor and a few of the packages tumbled out of the case. There was no sound of a ninja star being released this time.

Sid's face broke out into a bright, childlike grin and he looked back at Bob. "Let there be spliff!" he shouted triumphantly, getting to his feet and all but salivating as he looked over the massive amount of marijuana now - finally - readily available. "Oi, look for some papers, yeah?" he asked Bob and started toward the case, careful not to touch its sides as he picked up one of the packages and lifted it to sniff. Fucking glorious, that was!

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silent_bob
2009-06-04 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Bob nodded to Sid's suggestion that one more hit would be the final blow to the cooler. In fact he was nodding emphatically. Just throw the fucking can! he thought, becoming gleeful as he watched Sid line up his shot and fire.

The sound of glass falling to the fucking floor sounded even better than Morris Day and the Motherfucking Time. It was fucking epic. That sound meant fucking freedom and normalcy and all that fucking shit that he wanted so desperately.

Bob watched as Sid went up and started clawing at the shit. He wanted to do the same down thing, except he was just so fucking stunned. Bob looked around. Papers? There weren't any fucking papers. You know what? He was going to fucking hollow out a cigarette because he was just that fucking desperate. Fuck that. He was going to hollow out a cigar. Approaching the cooler Bob offered the Brit the options. Cigs or Cigar? he asked, holding up one in each hand. He knew what he was picking.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-04 10:27 pm UTC (link)

When Sid had taken what he felt was his fair share of spliff - four bricks; he could come back for more later if he needed to...this would last a while - he looked up at Bob. "Bollocks, there's gotta be papers somewhere, we'll run out of those right quick, but for now...the cigar, mate," he replied with a big grin on his face. Kid at Christmas, that was Sid.

Rather than take Bob's cigar, Sid headed back behind the counter, dropping his bricks of weed onto it when he got there, and took a package of Macanudos. "Cheers, mate!" he all but chirped as he pulled open the tin and got to work hollowing out one of the cigars in there. His hands made quick, automatic work of it and his eyes scanned the surroundings. There had to be rolling papers...there were cans of loose tobacco; why would they be there if there wasn't any papers to roll the stuff into?

Frowning when he couldn't find them and too damn excited to get down to it, Sid decided he'd look after he finished a joint. Joint? Maybe it was a different name when it was so bloody gigantic... He'd ask, except he was too distracted to care.

Lining the pot up on the open and now empty cigar paper, Sid made quick work of rolling it up, licking the edge of the paper and sliding his finger along the new seam to hold it in place. Then, he held it up to his lips, struck his lighter, and cocked his eyebrows at Bob as he took his first hit. "Oh, that's the stuff, mate. Good shit!" he said in a choked voice as he held in the breath until he couldn't anymore.

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