On the Way to Persephone #3- Life On Board Serenity
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Monday, May 1, 2006 22:29
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*Pain decided to take the long way to his bunk via the stairway in the cargo bay. He clmbs up the stairs and into the front hall. Pain glances into the galley and sees Ertia plugging away at the labels. He decides it'd be best not to disturb her and heads to his bunk. He opens the hatch, climbs down the ladder, closes the hatch and steps off the ladder. Pain sticks his dirty clothes in a duffle bag that's hanging off a hook in the corner, then walks over to the table near the weapon's locker and sets his pistols and knives on it. Pain then sits down on his bed, kicks off his boots, take off his shirt, and lays it over the duffle bag of weapons on his foot locker. He then turns off the light, makes sure that the H&K Mark 23 .45 pistol is still underneath his pillow, and falls asleep.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Before anyone else could finish, JR left the table and limped back to his bunk. His leg was aching, and the spicy food Pain had cooked up wasn't enough to get his mind off the pain. He swallows a pain pill and an antibiotic, checks the clip for his Glock, loads it, then shoulders his HK53, pops in a full mag, and goes back up into the hallway. "Ain't gonna be sleeping much tonight, I reckon. Check in with Cap'n and Zoe bout my doing some guard duty, then I'll just be checking out our new guests."
Everyone dies alone.
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Ertia glances up as JRC comes past.
"Hey, JRC, how you holdin' up?"
He shrugs. "Hurtin too much to sleep. Captain on the bridge?"
"Nah. Went to his bunk about an hour ago. Zoe's up there with Wash, though."
JRC comes closer and glances down at her work. Holding up a label he tilts against the light. "Hey, that's good work."
Ertia think's a little too light on the blue and the bar under the code isn't quite thick enough, but she doesn't say so. "Thanks.. Uh, JRC, how much do you know about the High Charity crew?"
He shrugs, "Not too much. Got concerns?"
"Just... Arizona asked me about Simon. And something's got Fly bugged up. Then River just.. No," Ertia thinks better of speaking of it, "Well, you know how River is. But sometimes..."
"Yeah. Sometimes she's got the right idea." JRC heads towards the bridge to talk to Zoe, "I'll keep on eye on things."
Ertia narrows her eyes and carefully thickens the line under the codes.
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*Pain tosses and turns a little as he continues to sleep. A small puddle of drool forming on his pillow.*
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*wakes up and decides to tour the ship starting in the cargo bay*
One Day.
One Mission
One Army of Browncoats.
On June 23rd, We Aim To Misbehave.
www.SerenityJune23rd.com
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*Pain wakes up, looks at the display on the wall and notices that only three hours passed since he slept. He hits the button to turn on the lights, gets out of bed, walks over to his foot locker, and puts on his TG Freight tank top. Pain then opens his weapons locker and takes out the necessary equipment for his H&K pistol (magazine pouch with six 12 round mags, a silencer, silencer pouch, and leg holster with single mag pouch). Pain lays the equipment on his bed, walks over to the table, takes his gun belt, unlateches the two holsters and mag pouches for his Desert Eagles (still leaving the combat knive on), and starts attaching the H&K's equipment to it. He straps on the belt, takes the H&K .45 out from under his pillow, and holsters it in the leg holster, as he secures its leg strap. He also takes the still holstered S&W snub-nosed revolver, attaches it to his right ankle, and covers it with his pant leg. Pain then climbs up his ladder, opens the hatch, steps outside, closes the hatch, and heads for the galley.*
Location: Galley
*Pain walks in and sees Ertia asleep at the table, with all of her forging equipment layed out on the table along with the finished labels. Pain walks over to the coffee maker and starts to brew some fresh coffee. He leans on the counter near the coffee maker and waits for the coffee to brew.*
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Something about the scent of brewing coffee stirs in Ertia's consciousness and she shifts a little, murmuring in her sleep. "not yours. never..."
Pain watches as her breathing quickens and her shoulders tense.
"ain't gonna... kill me... just do it..."
"Ertia? You 'wake?"
She mumbles something, turns her head, "Don't, Get off..."
The nightmare has her in it's grip.
"Ertia." Pain says her name a bit louder, but still softly enough not to wake anyone else. "Wake up."
Finally, he reaches out and shakes her shoulder. The response is immediate as she lunges from the chair, diving from under his hand, rolling and coming up in a fighting stance.
For a long moment they face each other. Ertia's hands in fists and Pain's held open in front of him. She blinks, wipes one fist across her face, leaving a streak of blue ink in it's wake.
"Didn't hit you, did I?" She asks timidly as she drops her fists.
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"Didn't hit you, did I?" She asks timidly as she drops her fists.
*Pain lowers his hands and says to Ertia*
No you didn't and you've got something on you face.
*Ertia looks at Pain with a quizical look and says*
What? I do?
*She looks at her hand, sees the smudged blue ink on it and says*
Ai ya!
*Ertia runs to the sink and frantically washes her hands and face. She takes a few napkins, scrubs the ink off her face, and wipes her hands. Pain watches her and starts to crack up. Ertia walks over to him, smacks him in the chest and says to him while smiling*
Shut up or I'll make you clean the cat's litter box.
*Pain mockingly rubs his chest, smiles and says*
Ok ok sheesh. How about I pour you some coffee and you can tell me what you were mumbling about?
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Ertia takes the cup of coffee and sips cautiously. Yup, it's Pain's special Pain coffee; so strong it almost hurts. "It was just a bad dream."
He pours himself a cup and settles at the table. "Just a dream that's got you so spooked you come out of fightin'?"
"We all have things that give us nightmares.." Ertia sits and looks across at him apologetically, "Sorry if I took a swing at you. Last time, I punched Zoe straight in the jaw when she woke me."
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*She thinks of the map and decides she is too tired to even give it another thought. She also thinks of the unknown and if doc is right if he will ever wake up. She falls asleep reading The Art of War. She reads: A general who listens to my calculations, and uses them, will surely be victorious, keep him; a general who does not listen to my calculations, and does not use them, will surely be defeated, remove him. Then, she is asleep.
"Don't forget to call him "Sir." He likes that."
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