life onboard serenity : the three hills job pt.2
POSTED BY: bigwolf18
UPDATED: Friday, July 21, 2006 19:59
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(Poor River...actually, poor interviewer!)
"Well, I'll be around. If you really need me, I'll be at the bar."
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ive found out how to do sigs and i cant help me-self!
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oops
*13 walked away from the house. a wolf started to tail him (no pun intended).*
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Nice work on the new thread-start, Wolf.
So.... nobody is interested in actually doing the Three Hills Job? (The salvage part was just cover for the knocking off the vault that the paranoid ownder keeps all his stuff in.)
I had a pretty elaborate plan for Plottwist. So we'll just take Trench for Plottwist for now, and I'll re-introduce the other plan later when we don't have new characters, weddings, maps and ignored scrap-heap jobs.
Yes, fabulous time in SF. If you get a chance to see Howard Shore's Lord of the Rings Symphony performed live, DO IT! Worth every penny!
Ertia checked pulse, blood pressure, and O2 intake on all of the passengers, smiling when Sybil grabbed her wrist as she checked her pulse. "Hey there, Miss Harrow. You 'wake?"
"JR? Mac?Where are the others?" The woman looked around groggily and Ertia patted her hand.
"They're okay, Sybil. We got to you in time. They're all right." At an exchanged glance from Simon, Ertia didn't mention the woman with the crushed chest that they found. There would be time for grief later.
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Plottwist:
I created this account to keep from having to register new characters as a seperate character, and thus keeping the board's actual member count closer to reality.
Anyone can use it. SOrry I didn't get the info out sooner. :)
e-mail
ertia@jaynesbunk.com
password
plottwist
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OK! OK! I'm here.
Meanwhile somewhere on Three Hills
*Mal said to Zoe*
I thought John said this was goin' to be a simple job.
*Zoe replied*
He did sir. Guess he forgot to tell us this.
*Mal replied as him, Zoe, Guy, and Fly each had their backs to each other, forming a square*
Now now nice folks we're just lookin' around. No need for the show of arms.
*The grungy dump owner steeped forward, a sawed off shotgun aimed at Mal, and replied*
I don't take ta kindly ta folks trespassin' on me property.
*Mal turned to Guy and said*
Anybody have a plan to get us out of this fine mess?
Hey John, Fly where you at?
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Guy: *between his teeth* Yeah, I got a plan, follow my lead.
*grasps at his chest right where his heart is and acts like he's havin' a heart attack*
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php
-try it out, I dare you
98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature
I'm so into Firefly, my butt glows in the dark.
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*Fly gets down on her knees and says*
Oh my God he's havin' a heart attack! Someone get a doctor quick!
*The owner and the five other men turn their attention to Guy as he pretends to having a heart attack (and a very convincing one I might add). Mal takes his cue and lands his fist square in the owners jaw. The blow causes the man to stumble back just as Mal unholsters his pistol. The man shakes his head and is about to aim his shotgun at Mal when Mal pistol whips the man, causing him to lose consiousness. The other men draw thier weapons and go to help their boss when Zoe, Fly, and Guy jump in and help the Captain. Zoe backhands one of them with her mare's leg and shoots another one. Fly spin kicks another as Guy flings dirt into anothers unprotected eyes. Mal says to Zoe*
I think we best get to that safe ol' John talked about and retrieve its contents!
*Zoe replied as Fly and Guy took care of the man with the ditr in his eyes*
Sounds like a good plan sir!
Meanwhile back on Serenity
*Pain walked up behind Ertia who was talking to Sybil, wrapped his arms around her waist, kissed her neck and said*
So Miss Sybil how're you doin'?
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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"What's your whiskey?" 13 asked the spathic barmaid, wad of money fisted.
"Wild Turkey." Drawing the shot, 13 stops her, hand tight on her wrist.
"Actually, I'll just take the bottle, thanks."
The woman snorted, handing him a shot glass.
"I meant just the bottle when I said it. Now, here's a trick you won't see too often."
Seizing the Wild Turkey, 13 tips the bottle over his mouth, letting the whiskey flame down his throat. The maid double-takes.
Wiping his mouth, 13 grins. "I'll have another bottle, thanks. Not that much of a danger for me."
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