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Heather Mason (tufui_egoeris) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-30 08:56:00

Entry tags:

!complete, cheryl mason, day 02, location: theatre, silent bob

Day Two - Midday to Early Afternoon
Who: Cheryl Mason & Silent Bob
What: Exploring/Map Making
When: Midday of Day 2
Where: Somewhere in the vicinity of the theater
Rating: TBD (currently let's say around PG-13 for language?)
Status: Complete

It had started as busy work - something to keep her moving so that she didn't have time to think, didn't have time to remember. Movement seemed to be as good a salve as Cheryl was going to find for her particular itch and she fully intended to keep moving until she was absolutely forced to stop. It came to her in the seemingly endless stretch of hours between early morning and gray dawn that movement without purpose was a waste and so she came to the abrupt decision to do something that seemed worthwhile - since this place hadn't been kind enough to furnish one, Cheryl decided that she'd make an effort to begin to sketch a map of the basic area.

Cheryl started once a dim sort of dawn had broken and given her a sense of the basic directions. Since then, she walked north far enough to map the location of a church with a small cemetery behind and useless forest beyond. After that, she had come south again to the library where she had started - and the two buildings beyond which had proven to be a post office and a thrift store. Now that the rain had started to fall in earnest, she lingered under the dilapidated marquee of what appeared to have once been a theater. Sitting cross-legged on the shattered and frequently missing tiles of the entryway, she held a thick volume across her lap. Said volume had come from the library but, since it held no useful information and had frequent blank pages due to the illustrations, she had decided to use it to house her beginning sketches - at least until her map as decent enough to sketch into her journal. She would just wait out the rain and, as soon as it let up enough, she'd start walking again. God knew if she would be able to map out the entire area - or if the area would stay the same long enough for her to do so - but she intended to try, at least.

She had to do something to try to stay sane, after all.

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silent_bob
2009-03-30 09:55 pm UTC (link)

The day was going slowly. So fucking slowly. Fucking fucking fucking slowly.

He didn't even have a watch to know what time it was so Bob had resorted to pretending that shadows off of trees were easily interpreted and he knew that it was precisely 9:53 AM. He should be standing at the Quick Stop right now. He should have been able to sell off four fucking dime bags. He should be fucking telling Jay that his shit smells worse than a fucking camel. However, he could do none of the above.

Currently, Bob was practicing his lean against the front of the Post Office. He liked the idea of loitering there. Like maybe he'd get his mail sooner or something. Well, if mail actually came to this fucking place.

As the rain came down and he saw some chick take up spot at the Theater he just sort of watched her for a little while, not quite sure what to make of her.

So, he'd wait until she notice him and then wave politely.

Duh.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-03-30 10:51 pm UTC (link)

It didn't take long for Cheryl to glance up from her sketching and a quick look across the way informed her of the new addition of a strange man lounging in front of what seemed to be the post office. An eyebrow raised at the strangeness of someone loitering like that in the rain but Cheryl could see nothing else obviously odd or ominous about the guy -- he had only one head, he wasn't see through or covered in blood, and he seemed to be overall quite content with things so there was no great reason for her to go into flee and hide mode.

Finding herself more curious than anything else, Cheryl held the heavy book against her chest and walked forward to the very end of the overhang which was currently protecting her from getting any wetter. The thought of walking across to the stranger did occur to her, but she soon decided that she'd just call across first - so long as she could be heard over the weather.

"I think you just missed last pick up. You're not gonna wait in the rain until the next one, are you?"

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silent_bob
2009-03-31 07:45 pm UTC (link)

Bob perked and then shrugged. She was cute. Cute and kind of funny.

Both sneaker clad feet settled on the ground and he pushed off the wall and started walking across the street. He moved kind of slowly, the rain not meaning all that much to him. It wasn't like he'd ever fucking dried of any way.

"Bob," he said with a grin and a wave.

Shoving his hands in his pockets he reflexively tried to find his cigs and lighter. There were rumors that some of the stores had them now; but, he hadn't made it to the not Quick Stop yet. With nothing to do it was hard to find the motivation to move quickly.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-03-31 08:53 pm UTC (link)

As she watched the guy cross the street, Cheryl found herself thinking briefly of Douglas - but the connection and its accompanying pang were quickly shoved aside. It was a silly connection to make, anyway, and likely only had to do with the shuffling gait and long coat.

"Cheryl," she answered the introduction in kind. One hand lifted in a slight wave and she did offer him a slight grin as she settled to a comfortable lean against the very empty side of what had likely once been the box office. "You're not much for conversation, huh?"

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silent_bob
2009-04-01 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Bob tried to find a comfortable spot up against the theater's facade for himself seeing that she had already chosen a spot. It would be nice to loiter with someone else for the first time in the past day or so. He liked Piper and all; but, she didn't strike him as the sort to loiter. She was all.. active.

Offering a grin to her name followed by a rockin' nod; Bob only offered a shrug to her mention of his not being much for conversation. Fuck, they didn't call him silent Bob for nothing.

Making a motion of bring a cigarette to his lips Bob silently pleaded, please have a fucking cigarette.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-04-01 10:23 pm UTC (link)

The continuing silence from the other half of the conversation caused Cheryl first to grin and then to laugh outright. Of course, she wasn't laughing at Bob - not really, anyway. More, it just struck her as pretty amusing that the first fairly relaxed person she ran into in this fucked up place was also one who could be accused of taking a vow of silence. Then again, so long as he didn't start spouting off about cults and god...

Cheryl cocked an eyebrow at the ingenious bit of miming - she recognized the request for a cigarette from her own years of being addicted to nicotine, but she had quit a few months earlier on the request of her father. The thought of him brought a sharp pang and she had to fight against a rising wince - but she just ended up turning it into a slight shrug.

"Sorry, can't help you," she replied with a shake of her head. "I quit a few months ago, but I think there's a drug store or something not too far from here. We can check that, if you're getting desperate."

And god but did Cheryl think that she could use a cigarette herself, health concerns be damned.

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silent_bob
2009-04-02 07:15 pm UTC (link)

Bob smiled a bit as the chick started to smile and then laugh. It didn't seem malicious so he assumed she was probably laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation and probably not at him outright. Eternal optimist that Bob.

When she said she quit Bob couldn't help but give her a look that sort of meshed 'what the fuck' with 'eh?' as he shrugged. He understood why so many people gave up smoking. A reformed former user of wacky-tobaccky, Bob knew that addiction for some was an easy thing to kick. Bob figured that while it was his duty to remain a faithful friend of Bill W., cigarettes were the least of his problems.

Looking left and right Bob didn't have a fucking clue where the drug store was. Gesturing, pointing left and right with a quizzical look in his eye it was all he could do to say get me to the fucking nicotine, please.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-04-02 09:48 pm UTC (link)

"Yea, I know," Cheryl responded to the 'what the fuck' look with a faint grin and a slight shrug of her shoulders. Before all of this, she really hadn't found herself missing the nicotine all that much, but all of this bullshit just made for one massive craving. "I'm starting to think I was crazy for giving them up - I can't tell you what I'd do for a cigarette just about now."

Cheryl walked forward to the edge of the awning and, leaning out a bit, she peered both ways up the street. It took her only second to get her bearings and she soon pointed up the street. "If I remember right, there should be a gas station up thataways." She turned back to Bob and, raising her eyebrows, she grinned. "I'm guessing you won't mind walking in the rain if it gets you some smokes, huh?"

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