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Tweak says, "A path is something you create"

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
2009-04-06 09:11 am UTC (link)

Judging from the look on Cheryl's face, she had the same level of skepticism he did about the canned goods and thier contents. They fucking looked like they were left over from the time of evacuation drills and fucking bomb shelters. Then again, it's not like labels had changed all that fucking much.

Cheryl walked the aisles, and of course nothing fucking useful was to be found. It's not like anything was ever fucking easy in this place unless it was getting a fucking smoke and a brew.

Standing up Bob shrugged to the thought of heading off to the thrift shop. There was always good shit at the goodwill back home. Depositing his cigs, lighter and smokes into his one pocket, Bob walked back to the canned goods and put a few into his other - no sense crushing the cigs. With an abrupt cant of his head in the direction of the door, Bob signalled it was time to be off to the thrift shop before depositing himself back out into the overcast afternoon air.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-04-06 12:50 pm UTC (link)

Cheryl gave the stock of cans a speculative glance but, after a moment, she decided to leave them where they were. She still hadn't exactly regained her appetite and, perhaps more importantly, she hadn't yet decided that she fully trusted anything freely offered to her in this place - even if it came in mostly normal (if not ancient looking) cans. What she didn't hesitate to take was the lighter which she had earlier used but she did stop herself before grabbing another pack of cigs - she didn't need them. Really. She wasn't going to get fully back into the habit just because she was feeling a little stress.

Cheryl hurried to exit the store before she could change her mind and she soon joined Bob out on the rain speckled street. Once again, she took a brief glance up and down the street but it took her only a moment to get oriented enough to start walking in the general direction of where she assumed the thrift shop to be.

"It's almost like a scavenger hunt, huh?" She snorted slightly and shook her head. "Except instead of running around, bugging people for license plates or plugged nickels or underwear or whatever, you have to run all over town to find tools so you can eat."

Well, Cheryl mused to herself with an interior wry smile, at least she had some experience with the whole having to trek all over a town in order to find necessary supplies. Not that it was anything even close to a comfort - quite the opposite really - but at least it was something sickly familiar.

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

Bob was fucking amused by Cheryl - and not in the same way he was amused by Jay. Jay was fucking randomness. He was fucking crazy talk. Cheryl, on the other hand, was more the sort that was rational funny. He appreciated that. She was like a funny version of Dante (sans being a fucking pussy.)

Her comment about the scavenger hunt made Bob give her a half-grin. Tools were kind of a fucking weird ass thing to go looking for. A fucking can opener, no less. Who the fuck goes searching for a can opener? Were they on fucking survivor or some shit?

Bob knew the path to the thrift shop well - he'd been there day one with Piper. Once they got there he pushed open the door pretty easily. He knew there wasn't too much in the way of crazy shit in there - just some clothes from 1953. Though, some of those were fucking scary as fuck.

Why the fuck didn't this place give them the easy pull top cans, anyway? Campbells chunky soup fo rthe fucking win.

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tufui_egoeris
2009-04-06 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Cheryl was finding this whole adventure to be far less aggravating than she initially thought it would be. It would have been so very easy to get frustrated with the ongoing trend of everything useful either being missing or scattered to opposite ends of the town but somehow having someone to share in the endless loop just made it a little less trying. She supposed that it helped, too, that her current companion somehow knew how to be good company without even having to speak much.

Stepping inside the store, Cheryl glanced around with her habitual wariness but she noticed nothing too frightening - aside from some of the clothes left lying around.

"Frills and pearls - just what I've been looking for. I might have to come back here for a change of clothes," she muttered mostly to herself as she brushed past a rather dated pink dress hanging on display. The rest of the fashion offerings were ignored easily enough as Cheryl worked her way through the various displays but she found no obvious hint of where kitchen or even camping gear might be stowed.

"How good are you at playing find the can opener in the fashion disaster-stack?" Cheryl called over her shoulder to Bob. "I can't find a damn thing in this place."

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silent_bob
2009-04-07 12:33 pm UTC (link)

'Frills and Pearls,' She said, causing Bob to stop staring at the weird ass cowboy boots in yellow that were hanging out near the front door. Picking up a rather interesting powder blue leisure suit coat Bob whistled to get Cheryl's attention before batting his eyes and making a face as if it was the best fucking thing he'd ever found, grinning and swinging the hanger.

Pushing through the hangers Bob spotted a small set of shelves in the back corner of the store - waving he pointed Cheryl in the direction of the collection of shiny objects. Wait - was that a fucking golden calf statue? No fucking way!

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tufui_egoeris
2009-04-07 02:11 pm UTC (link)

Her attention drawn, Cheryl turned around just in time to see Bob holding up just about the ugliest leisure suit coat she'd ever seen. Despite that, she grinned widely and flashed him a thumbs up. "That coat is so you. You definitely need to try that on right now. This could be the start of a whole new look for you - especially if we can find the rest of the suit."

Cheryl was still laughing quietly at the idea of Bob in a powder blue leisure suit when her attention was directed to the collection of shiny objects. Eyebrows raised, she walked her way back to the shelves but she was rather distracted from her mission when she spotted a velvet Elvis leaning against the wall.

"Oh man, I didn't even know these actually existed. I thought they were just a bad pot hallucination from the seventies," she snickered and shook her head but her attention soon wandered back to one of the lower shelves. This shelf seemed to hold an array of kitchen tools which might have been home in the kitchen of an old farm woman during the great depression - but there, hidden toward the back...

"I don't believe it!" Cheryl exclaimed happily as she snatched up what appeared to be a very old can opener. It was nothing fancy and it looked as if it might have been new a few dozen years ago but it could open those cans of stew. Maybe.

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