Jayne’s Own – Catch up

Disclaim: Bad punctuation and gramma are ripe, not my characters, just havin' a play ('cept for Jane Cobbs)

Critique: Welcome, but please be kind

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Jane paced the small room she had been given, she checked her watch, 5.00am, but no-one was even up yet, she thought back to only the previous morning.

She put on the best dress she could find, and brushed her hair and teeth excitedly, she was going to meet her father for the first time. Her mother said how he was a dirty mercenary, and lived on the fringes of space, constantly being arrested and getting into fights, her mother had tried to make him sound filthy and mean, but Jane loved the idea of her father being a heroic space pirate, robbing from the rich, and giving to the poor. She imagined him standing up to the man and giving him what-for. She put on a nice clean pair of her walking shoes, she didn’t get much fun clothing, and her mother had been trying to make her into a proper lady since she was 7 and swore at a little boy who teased her.

Jane wasn’t a happy child growing up; her mother always avoided her, and treated her like the plague. It didn’t help that Jane was scared of almost everything there was to be scared of. But strangely enough, the only things she wasn’t afraid of was people, the dark, and the thought of Reavers. Her mother often scolded her for researching Reavers and trying to learn about them, especially the amount of times Jane played the mystery signal, with the woman explaining the Pax. The evening Jane was on board her mothers freighter, on her way to meet her father, she had been nervously tapping her foot, was her father tall, short, fat, skinny, her mother had never shown her a picture, had never even mentioned him until she was 12.

“Little Jane, you ready to come t’breakfast?” a voice at the door said quietly. Jane snapped out of her train of thought and glanced at her watch quickly, 7.00am, she had been daydreaming for two hours.

“Little Jane, you in