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Tweak says, "The Gin? You're drinking Gin?"

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 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Giving Bob a tip up of his chin, the universal (as far as Andy was concerned) sign for acknowledgement, Andy limped his way over to the other man. "Hey, don't mention it. Figured I can't be the only hungry one," he replied to Bob's gratitude with a half-grin.

Bob pushed off the wall and gestured toward the door. All right, then, Andy supposed that Bob wanted him to lead the way. Hopefully there was nothing creepy in there... Pulling open the door, Andy took a few steps inside, stretching his arm to hold the door open for Bob and looked around. In spite of the bright sunlight outside, the inside was still dim. Probably all the grime on the windows, Andy thought.

A squeak and a movement in the corner of his eye made Andy startle. "Stop right there," he said quickly by reflex. About a foot from where Andy was standing, a single rat froze in its place on the floor, looking up at him with its nose twitching. Gross. Go on, don't fuckin' touch me on the way out, he thought to the rat and it went on its merry way, skirting around his feet and then around Bob's as it scurried back outside.

Andy shuddered. "Shit, that's nasty," he muttered and then looked back over his shoulder at Bob, keen to pretend he hadn't just made the mistake of using the mind thing out loud. Maybe Bob would think that the thing just stopped short, seeing them and then ran off after registering that they weren't hurt it. It vaguely registered in Andy's mind that if he was really hard up for food, that would've made a fairly good - if disgusting - snack. Gross, I can't believe I just thought that, he thought miserably.

"Okay, dude," he said to Bob as he looked back into the pharmacy and made his way further inside. "I'll take one end and you take the other?" he asked, looking back at Bob again and raising his eyebrows. "If we split up we can cover more ground faster, right?"

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silent_bob
2009-04-05 09:29 pm UTC (link)

Bob watched as Andy went inside, and from the look of the windows, this place was fixing to be just as disgusting as the rest of the town they'd been dropped into. Bob had been working for the past couple days to think of an appropriate name for what had happened to them - all it seemed he could come up with was 'ganked. They had been fucking ganked like a candy bar from a convenience store.

Bob watched as Andy limped inside - he seemed to be a bit too worse for ware and Bob didn't much care for the look of it. He wasn't a fucking doctor or anything, but he could tell when someone was laid up and shit.

Bob heard Andy say, 'Stop right there,' so, Bob stopped. Why the fuck was Andy telling him to stop, anyway? Holding himself in position at the door he watched as a fucking rat the size of Nebraska scurried out the fucking pharmacy. Jumping like a bitch Bob swatted at the damned thing as it went by. "Shit, that's nasty," Andy said, and Bob just nodded in agreement. It was fucking nasty.

Split up? Bob didn't fucking want to split up in the creepy ass pharmacy. Nothing good could come from splitting up. However, in order to avoid looking like a scared bitch Bob just nodded. Sure, he'd be fucking fine with splitting up. Here's fucking hoping nothing fucking wants to eat us.

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