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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 12:38:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, day 10, glados, location: theatre, sid jenkins

Day Ten - Late Morning
Who: Sid Jenkins and GLaDOS
What: chance meeting
Where: theater
When: Day 10, around 11ish
Rating: TBA
Status: Dropped

There was only so long that a person could throw a rubber ball against a wall and catch it, over and over again, before said person got a little stir crazy and needed a rush of nicotine and a dose of fucking sunshine.

It was a nice day, again. Sid climbed the stairs up from the basement to the main section of the theater and then made his way up the aisle and toward the door leading outside, slamming his pack of cigarettes against an open palm repetitively as he went, packing the tobacco he hadn't actually touched since getting the pack. He'd been too preoccupied with the spliff. In fact, he was still a little hazy and relaxed from the joint he'd smoked that morning when he woke up. ...all right, it was an hour ago, but the point stood.

Sid squinted against the sunlight and plopped himself down on one of the front stairs, finally opening the pack of cigarettes and teasing one out. Pressing it between his lips, Sid fished out his lighter and lit it, shoving the lighter unceremoniously back into his pocket and pushing up his long sleeved undershirt, thinking to himself that it was probably a good idea to take that shirt off after he finished the smoke. He'd already had to shed his coat a few days ago, might as well let his undershirt join it.

Leaning against one of the posts holding up the railing to the steps leading up to the front door, Sid looked lazily out into the road. If he hadn't been so zoned out and focusing on a small cluster of pebbles and leaves on the ground a few feet in front of him, he might've noticed another person coming up the road toward the place where he was sitting.

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-08 12:50 pm UTC (link)

GLaDOS had discovered something this morning: food. She'd never eaten before and while familiar with the concept it had been a novel thing for her to experience. She didn't like the way the chips she ate cut at her gums. She really didn't appreciate the way her mouth tasted when she was finished. She did not understand how this action cound be considered pleasurable by anyone. The only reason it might be deemed sufferable is because she no longer had an aching pang in her belly or a pounding in her head.

As GLaDOS walked along she was thinking. She was trying to determine this place's purpose. It appeared in some small act of irony that she had been locked into a place much like the enrichment center and while she ought to feel at home - there was no way she could - she was not in control.

GLaDOS had come up with a plan, though. She would run her own experiments. It would keep her challenged and sane and it might prove to those in charge that she was not meant to be in the experiment at all.

Coming up the road with disjointly staggered steps, the woman clad in an orange jumpsuit spied a young man lounging comfortably. He looked healthy. He had all of his appendages. He could be her first subject.

"Hello." she said when she had managed to get closer. His response would determine which subroutine she would follow.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-08 01:01 pm UTC (link)

The sound of gravel crunching and shifting underfoot caught Sid's ear as he took another drag from his cigarette, staring still, unblinking, at the cluster of pebbles on the dirt road before him. He really should look up, but he couldn't seem to make himself. "'lo," he responded to the voice.

It took a moment longer than it likely would have had Sid not been smoking marijuana an hour ago, but the voice registered as female, finally, so he looked up and blinked slowly to refocus his vision on movement rather than the static pebbles. "Hello," he said again, this time more clearly and with a small, lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The cigarette held between his fingers was lowered and switched between hands so that he could hold out his dominant one - the right hand - out to shake. "'m Sid," he offered reflexively.

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-08 01:08 pm UTC (link)

The initial response of "lo" had made GLaDOS select subroutine 2.34; however, when the subject finally looked up, and spoke more properly a more appropriate subrouting of 5.86i was selected.

"I am GLaDOS," she said, reaching out and taking his hand, offering a firm shake. "Sid," the single syllable clearly too short for the -subject name here- allotment of time in her routine. "I understand you were adopted."

Hands dropped to her sides and GLaDOS observed.

Blink. Blink.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-08 01:13 pm UTC (link)

"Gladys, right," Sid said, nodding and pulling an impressed expression at the firmness of her handshake. At least she knew what a handshake was. "Sid, yeah."

Sid paused, then, as she dropped her hand and said something about him being adopted. The hell...?

"No..." he said, drawing out the word and furrowing his brow slightly as he lifted the cigarette and took another drag, leaning his head back and blowing the smoke out in lazy rings. "Not adopted. Where'd you hear that?" he asked, wondering who he could've given that idea to that would've said as much to whoever GLaDOS was.

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-08 01:38 pm UTC (link)

GLaDOS let the subject's mispronounciation of her name go without incident. To have the subject correctly identify her was not the objective of this experiment.

"Yes, adopted." She said this flatly. "How do you know you are not adopted?" She ignored his question as to where she had managed to procure this information. That was irrelevent to her objective. However, in future implementations she wouild need to include that as a possible variant.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-08 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Sid's brow furrowed more heavily and he sat up straight before leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking back at her. Whoever she was, this woman was adamant that Sid was adopted, for some unknown reason.

Slowly, Sid shook his head. "Because my mum and dad are...my bloody mum and dad?" he asked with a huff of laughter. "I dunno, I just know," he replied. "Who said I was adopted, anyway? They're well wrong, in any case," he went on. Then, he took another drag of his cigarette and leaned back again, his world pleasantly sluggish.

"So, where are you from, then?" he asked, trying to make conversation. Sid was never really very good with social interaction. Tony had always sort of led him in that if it wasn't conversing with one of their mutual friends, so being here without Tony was not only uncomfortable and a little sad for Sid, but...it was a little bit freeing and, thus, disconcerting.

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-08 01:52 pm UTC (link)

"I read it." She lied. Though, it was hard to tell lies from truths when speaking to GLaDOS, she had this manner of speech that made her statements seem beyond reproach. "Does it bother you someone would write that?"

GLaDOS wasn't moving. If Sid had taken the time to notice he would see that she was standing quite still despite the rather obvious twitching in her exposed calves. GLaDOS was doing a very efficient job of ignoring the pain in her calves.

"I am from the enrichment center." She was really missing her enrichment center with it's acid filled pits and drones that would fire at anything that moved. She missed her control.

"Does it bother you that they said you were adopted?"

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

Sid pulled a face and shrugged. "Right, well, it's not right. Doesn't bother me, no," he replied. "Just makes me wonder who would give enough of a shit to bother," he added to answer her question. It didn't really make sense to Sid. What was the point of writing something like that about him for other people to see? It wasn't like being adopted was a crime, or anything. It just so happened to be bollocks in Sid's case, because he knew his mum and dad were his real mum and dad. Maybe it was that creepy bloke that had mentioned Chris.

Sid paused. If that was the case then didn't it stand to reason that it was possible that all these years, he'd been mistaken in thinking his mum and dad were his biological parents? No. No, didn't matter either way. His dad was dead, anyway, and his mum was too busy with her own life to care about him anymore, so it didn't matter whether they were really his parents or not since they were and would be absent, all the same.

When she spoke again, though, Sid was pulled out of his thoughts and he took another drag of the cigarette, looking back up at her. "Oh, right...where's that, then?" he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. Shaking his head, Sid exhaled the rest of the smoke that hadn't come out with his words. "No, doesn't matter, really. It's just bollocks is all, so I dunno where they got their information," he replied casually, shrugging, in spite of the way his inner cogs were turning.

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