The Sereni-Tree, the Ocean Cloud, and Escape From Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Friday, February 24, 2006 17:35
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Boros:
"Calm down" Needy utters slowly
"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! I won’t tell you again" The officer ordered
Versereader and Amy both stand up straight, their arms held high in the air whilst Flechette slouches, her hands barely raised as she wears an expression that screams 'Saw this coming'
"Alright alright" Needy complies, as he starts to kneel and presses his hands to the dusty ground.
The women don’t hesitate to follow his lead, putting their chests to the ground, although Flechette’s acquiescence is accompanied by a heavy sigh, indicating that she is not so much afraid as she is 'put out'
"We didn’t do anything wrong" Needy states, his chest not touching the ground as others, but merely facing down poised on all fours.
The man standing over them walks towards the crouching companion. "Is that right... whore?" he snaps, prompting Needy to look up at his offender. "Yeah that’s right, I know who and what you are. You are far from innocent. Now get your chest on the floor!"
The officer swings his right leg around, kicking Needy in the side of his gut, sending him crashing to the floor on his back.
"No! Lay down on your front" he shouts, booting him again, this time on the opposite side. "You’re a whore, surely you can follow simple orders" he mocks, raising his foot above the downed man.
Just as he’s about to drop it and stamp him in his stomach, Needy moves his hands and grabs hold of the officer’s ankle, preventing the blow. Then with one swift movement, he tugs the man’s leg causing him to lose his footing and fall on his back. As he falls, the officer’s other foot catches Needy in his bruised side again causing him more grief. He groans before rolling onto his knees and rising from the floor.
The officer struggles to reach the weapon that has left his hand, but to no avail. Needy pounces on top of the officer and socks him in his jaw, disorienting him. Grabbing hold of the suited man around his collar, he pulls him forward, lifting his neck and head from off the ground, before quickly slamming him back down, hitting his head hard against the floor - knocking him out cold.
Taking a second to catch his breath, whilst the ladies look on in shock, Needy steps off of the body and finds his footing. Then he straightens his back, putting his arms at his side as he feels the severity of his injuries. I’ll be alright, just a bit of bruising
"Is he alright" Amy asks sounding concerned.
Needy shoots her a look. "Is he alright?!"
Versereader, standing up, tries to clarify "I think what she means is 'are we gonna be labelled as cop-killers now'?"
"He’ll be fine", Needy replies sarcastically. "But we won’t be if we stick around much longer. It seems the word is out on us and I’m pretty sure he would have called for back up before confronting us. We don’t have time to wait for them to show up. Let’s go"
"Sounds good to me" Flechette replies. This clearly wasn’t an adventure she was keen on being in.
Still clutching the right side of his gut which got the brunt of the beating, Needy holds his remaining arm out and points the way forward for the others. "Go on then"
As they walk by him ahead, he glances at the officer’s discarded weapon on the floor.
Quickly bending over, he grabs the gun and slips it into the side of his trousers, covering it over with his shirt. Might come in handy he thinks to himself as he follows the others.
Needy. Male Companion a.k.a. First Boy Whore of Destiny
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Seryn looks from Kelly to Serenity, and back again.
right well, a wittering ex-pirate is obviously not the welcome distraction I thought it was going to be, and clearly no one give to shakes of a pigs ass about baby bunny rabbits.
She puts the ingredients down, realising that she doesn't want to be in the kitchen long enough to cook the pasta. Rapidly stuffing them back into draws a cupboeards, she grabs a bowl and loads it up with fruit from the fridge and a chunk each of bread and cheese.
clicking for the rabbits to follow her, she leaves the kitchen as rapidly as she can.
We should report to TRM or something I suppose, find out whats going on. Though from the sounds of it, he's a mite distracted right now...
on reaching the bay she goes to the room with her hammock in and slides the door shut, then climbs into the hammock, fruit, bread, cheese, rabbits and all, and then flicks her comm unit on.
Ath? anyone? Do we know any more about whats happening on Boros? Any idea when we'll get there?'
she idly popps a grape into her mouth and wonders again why she so concerned about whats happening on the planet the Tree folk stuck there.
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*Serenity is waken out of a dead sleep by a pain in her side.*
OW!
*She pulls one arm free from the covers and drop it onto Soul, sleeping next to her. He grunts.
Don' hit me! *she mumbles*
Didn't! *he mumbles back*
Did! *she says, trying to get comfortable again.*
OW! *she feels the pain again.*
Didn't! *says Soul, who, indeed, had not been touching her.*
Baby! *says Serenity, finally figuring out what's causing the pain. She takes her hand off of Soul's chest and presses it to her belly.*
Baby? *Soul's hand follows Serenity's. She grabs it and places it on her side, so that he can feel what she's feeling.*
Baby!! *Serenity grins and snuggles closer to Soul as they feel the baby move in her belly.*
OW!
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom
I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/
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Originally posted by seryn:
'Ath? anyone? Do we know any more about whats happening on Boros? Any idea when we'll get there?'
"Hi Seryn. Sadly, we have no way to contact anyone on Boros, and there's nothing on the Cortex.
It'll be awhile before we get to Boros, so you might as well go ahead and get some sleep. Things may get a little rough once we arrive. I'll let everyone know when we get close."
*Ath decides to take his own advice and heads off to his room to get some sleep. On the way, he passes Monkeytail, but he's too lost in thought to notice.
It takes him quite a while to drop off, with his thoughts full of what had happened earlier in the day. Nonetheless, sleep comes.*
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
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'oh, ok' keep me posted..'
she drops the unit into her back and lays back. Sit up again and puts the half empty bowl of fruit on top, almost toppling herself out of the hammock.
'I suppose sleep it is then. I'm just a bit wired. I could go back and drink... but I don't want to do that.
hmmmm, oh I know! See how far I can take this...'
She lifts har hand in front of her face, concentrates on her nails, and thinks long... red...
for a while they stay the same, short, stubby, and sensible, but them something in her mind clicks over, and they begin to grow. whoo hoo!
right, something more challenging, done hair, done a variety of womens faces....
I know...
*grins devilishly*
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Veiwing himself in a mirror, the mystery man scratches a finger nail along his chin, feeling stubble and newly prominent jawline.
oh this is so cool...
staightening up he checks himself from the side, then the back, then round to the front again.
'dammit you've got great taste, hooo ee!'
turning again he looks at his backside.
Could do with some slightly manlier threads though.
Sneeking out of the door he runs to another room, strewn accross chairs are various items of mens clothing, selecting a jeans, a t-shirt and a black v-neck sweater, he makes absolutely sure they are clean, though clean is reletive... oh my god what did I just say....?!then quickly slips them on.
right, what to do now? have to test this out.. oh, oh yes... *grins* drinkies time.
He sets of to the bar, walking as quickly as he can through the corridors. Passing a bank of windows he stalls..
What the hell kind of walk is that? I don't wiggle my ass like that? Do I..? Right, walk like you have a balloon between your knees, looser, kinda like a monkey... no, too monkeyish. Stop wiggling the frickin ass! Ok, I think we are getting there, the patented Big Balls Walk.
oh god. ...thats a thought
Looking down, he goes to pull out the waistband of his pants, then stops.
No, can't! Yikes, no bathroom stops...
Extremely concious of the new walk he enters the bar, at first no-one notices him, spurred on, he takes a seat at the bar and looks around for the bartender, wondering if, like the kitchen, its a help yourself kinda deal.
To his surprise and consternation, he finds himself eyeing up the beer tap.
nooooooo...
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Trey walks out of the Infirmary, still holding her side where the evil doll CallMeChucky had impaled her with an ice pick. Doctor SimonWho had fixed her up pretty well. It hardly hurt anymore.
She notices a new face sitting at the bar and rushes to take her place behind it.
"Hello, stranger! I'm Trey and this is my bar. What can I get you?"
Trey, Bride3
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/me leads mai to the bar, inwardly nervous but showing no sign of it.
*still partying hours later*
Whadya say we movee on over to the rommon coom? cromon moon, ya know that place with all them cushy chairs. I feel like relaxing a bit. Maybe a movie?
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com
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oh my god it works ! it works!
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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. O.W.
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Hey Trey, um..
Seemingly almost against his will he points to the beer pump, smiles and watches as she pours.
Taking a tentative sip, he lets it sweep around his mouth, touching the different parts of his tongue and carefully assessing the resulting messages.
Ah, you know, it still tastes of yaks piss... *takes a full swig* but for some reason thats not a deciding factor any more.
*grins*
*looks around*
You know this place looks different from this height...
So how are you feeling? sides all better?
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