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Bob. (silent_bob) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-05 21:33:00

Current location:	The Pharmacy
Current mood:	blah
Current music:	Turning Japanese
Entry tags:	!complete, andy gallagher, day 03, location: pharmacy/liquor store, silent bob

Who: Bob and Andy
Where: The Pharmacy
What: Scoping out for some weed
When: Let's call it 9AM
Rating: PG-13 for language

Status: Complete

The weather had finally fucking broke. There wasn't rain, finally and the world felt like it might actually dry out. However, to Bob, who had spent the night on a fucking rancid ass couch, the sunny morning meant he couldn't sleep too late and that he had little choice about how much longer he could pretend to not be fucking sleeping on a nasty ass couch. Bob's dream of running through a green springtime field chasing after the fucking car in the Hughes film Sixteen Candles, cut off when jolted awake to the sound of a fucking bird squawking it's life away.

Rolling off the couch and into a rather disjointed standing position, Bob rubbed at his eyes. He was still fucking here. It was hard to be happy about being in a place without running water or heat or electricity or drugs. It was even harder to be happy because he knew Jay was fucking floating around here someplace and he had yet to run into him. Taking up his journal Bob took a peek at the latest round of posts, taming his temper a moment as he refused to fucking write anything else to that fucking Ryuzaki guy. What a lame fuck.

Taking up his pen he scrawled into his "Andy - fucking game is on, see you at the pharmacy."

Smoothing out his pants and feeling that his beard was a bit more full than he would like, Bob tried to convince himself that fucking everyone had the same goddamn issues he did. It's not like anyone else had taken a real fucking shower, and they certainly hadn't shaved, either.

Trundling out of his would-be abode, Bob found his way to the pharmacy - the town just as quiet as it had been the day before. He couldn't help but wonder where the Cheryl had slept. It seemed almost strange, but he felt like she could fucking protect him - all hard ass and shit. Letting cracked pavement pass him by he took up a spot near the entry of the pharmacy and waited for Andy to show up. Taking on his customary loitering pose and even striking up a cigarette Bob felt almost at home; well, until his foot slipped on the siding. God he hated fucking siding.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-05 08:55 pm UTC (link)

The sun was shining through the stained glass windows of the dilapitated church that Andy had decided to call his temporary home. He felt like shit. Andy didn't think he'd ever been as tired as he was right then; he'd stayed up all night keeping watch so Luna could sleep. To be fair, he'd tried to sleep...for all of three seconds before he decided it wasn't gonna happen, because if he let himself sleep, they'd both be vulnerable again and that was not happening on his watch.

Laying around seemed like a good enough idea to him, except Andy had plans for the morning. So, before Luna awoke, he'd taken the bottle of rain water, some more of the wrappings Martha had left with Luna, his now-dried boxers and jeans and headed into the back room behind the alter to change. The first attempt to take off the pajama pants had been futile and Andy had growled in pain; the blood had clotted right to the fabric. Fantastic. For the second attempt, Andy had taken off his shirt and turned it inside out, balling it up and shoving a chunk of it into his mouth to bite down on against the pain. Also, maybe a little bit to muffle the scream he was pretty sure he was going to involuntarily let out. The last thing he needed was to wake Luna up and have her come to check on him only to find him crying like a little bitch with his pants around his knees, after all.

It had taken a little effort and a lot of water to loosen the clot, but he'd managed to get the pajama pants off and the boxer shorts on. Tending to the wound took a little longer than he'd have liked after having essentially ripped it open again to get his pants off. From now on, he'd bandage before getting dressed.

After having gotten dressed, he sat in one of the pews, popping TicTacs and waiting for Luna to wake up. He felt badly for having lied to her and snuck out last time; he'd tell her where he was going and when he expected to be back, this time. He wasn't planning on making that mistake again. So, once she roused, he did just that and after checking the journal and writing back to let Bob know he was on his way, Andy grabbed an apple for himself and one for Bob and headed out the door.

The sun was bright and the air was warm. It kind of felt a little like the Twilight Zone or something, actually, but he wasn't going to complain. Munching on his apple as he took his time making the walk down to where he thought maybe he'd find the pharmacy, Andy could actually feel himself getting a little - all right, a lot - excited at the prospect of finally getting high again. Some people smoked cigarettes, some people meditated; when Andy got stressed, he got stoned.

It took Andy almost an hour to get where he'd been trying to go, but seeing the giant sign hanging in the air and seeing a kinda big dude in a trench coat - damn, dude, it's too fuckin' hot for that, what's wrong with you? - leaning against the building, he was pretty sure he had the right place. "Bob?" he asked, approaching and taking the uneaten apple out of his pocket, tossing it in the guy's direction once he'd looked up. Hell, if it wasn't Bob, it didn't really matter. He had to assume they were all hungry; it couldn't just be him.

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silent_bob
2009-04-05 09:04 pm UTC (link)

It was never too hot for a man in a trench coat and shorts. His cigarette down nearly to the filter he dropped it to the ground and stomped it out. This place made the Quick Stop seem like the place for action; and the Quick Stop was always fucking quiet. Resisting the urge to pull out another smoke Bob just resumed his practiced loiter and tried to imagine he had turned on his tunes and was just watching the world go by like any other day.

"Bob?" He heard, and the pudgy guy looked up with a wave. He was Bob, and soon Andy would know just why they called him Silent Bob. Might as well start fucking training him now.

Catching the apple Bob immediately held it up with a satisfactory smile of thanks. Dude was fucking thoughtful; that was fucking awesome. Although, it left Bob feeling like a bit of a dick for not having brought any of the canned goods he'd ganked from the not-Quick Stop with him.

"Thanks," he gave in, feeling it was sort of important that Andy know he was thankful for the fruit and shit. Pushing from the wall he gestured to the door, ready to follow Andy inside. It had been Andy's idea after all.

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