Life Onboard Serenity: Beaumonde or Bust
POSTED BY: DRPAIN
UPDATED: Thursday, January 18, 2007 20:54
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"What's my assigment, Captain? You seem to need all the help you can get crew-wise."
He honestly seemed to consider trusting me with shopping for parts, but decided that I might try to sabotage the ship. I've never been good at earning people's trust.
I sighed, and stayed on the ship at his orders, something I wasn't awfully comfortable with. Still hadn't set my roots, so to speak.
" 'Look after the ship. No offense, but you won't be able to help much for finding parts,' " I mumbled to myself. "Yes, but stretching my legs would be nice."
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'We're all just floating.'
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Bump. Good to see ya back wolf and 13 
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*sniff* What about ME Choo? :(
*JR prowled the catwalks in the cargo bay as the Captain and those who went with him went to go do their business. Humming a song that his old friend Radar used to hum, JR thought to himself*
I wonder what Pain's doin' right now. Probably gettin' himself shot at if it's anythin'. Ship just ain't the same without him and Ertia around. Hell it ain't the same without GrimJack or the others neither. This family's gettin' mighty small if you ask me.
*JR's thoughts then wandered to Inara and Ertia. He couldn't help wonder what they were up to. Even though he was with Sybil, he still thought about Inara and that kiss they shared. JR let out another sigh and continued to wander through the ship doing his security sweep.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Quote:
Originally posted by DRPAIN:
*sniff* What about ME Choo? :(
ain't you dead?
Hey ho Pain 
"Alright Babe," the scruffy man said to the receptionist. Standing in a old and worn Grey Mac with an equely grubby large bag, with all sorts of items hanging off it, over his back the stranger seemed very out of place in the gold leaf and marble interior of the Royal Hotel.
"Hmmm...lets see," the receptionist sarcastically "should i call Security or the Cleaners."
"Cute. But i'd look under the reservations list. Choo, with two O's." Choo stated.
"As in?"
"YES!" the trader replied slightly annoyed "I had b*stard parents..."
"Ah...there must be some sort of mistake," the receptionist said quite shocked "Penthouse?!? Two nights!?!"
"Thats it," Choo beamed happily, taking out a capture he showed it too the confuised women.
"Thats me in the center, lady on the left is Fiffy LeFlu, ex-model, nice legs. The very old guy on the right is ...lets see...ah yes, your boss. Its amazing what a 1900 Colt can get you."
"Here's your key and Dinners at 7.00" the receptionist said hurried not sure what to do.
"Cheers Babe," Choo said with a wink. Bargin past some crappy musicians entourage Choo took their lift up to the top level remebering his old friends greatest advice:
Favours are always your friends.
"oh, and gotta run in to the Doc," Choo said evily, glaring at his state in the lift mirror.
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the H key on my keyboard is dying, so keep that in mind when reading.
*wolf had finally finished learning the old song. he was ready, now he just had to get a venue.*
*he searched the cortex for a place where it was likly for her to go, ah, fanty and mingos place, thats an idea. fantys face popped up on the screen, or was it mingo?*
fanty" well then, wait a minuit, who the bloody hell are you?"
wolf" my names wolf, i'd like to chat if you dont mind."
fanty" isnt this the line from malcom reynolds ship?"
wolf" yeah i work on his ship, were headed your way and you want me to play in your club."
fanty" i do?"
wolf" yeah, the price will be 300."
fanty" it will?"
wolf" great! glad you feel the same way see you there in oh say about, two days?"
fanty" ok."
*fanty was feeling quite spun when the mans face left the screen, mingo walked in.*
mingo" done some good buisness bro?"
fanty" im not sure."
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Bigwolf18, shaman.
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BUMP!
*Mal's posse walked down the crowded street toward's the Maiden's Head Bar. Jayne scratched at the burn mark on his chest and said*
Are we there yet? My feet are gettin' a lil' on the tired side and I'm workin' up a thirst.
*Without looking over his shoulder, Mal replied*
For the last time Jayne no we're not. Now quit your whingin' or I'll let Fly have at you again.
*A grin spread across Mal and Zoe's faces as they remembered what Fly told them. Jayne grunted and said*
Hey if'n she didn't catch me off guard I woulda had a shot.
*Fly who was walking behind Jayne replied*
Yeah you'd have been shot in your chest. I've got reflexes like a cat or did you forget that.
*Mal cut in*
Alright you two enough bickerin' we're here.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Grim's death scene was among the best of them, easily surpassing 13 the 'Multi-Death' Cyborg, and trouncing Bruce Willis. Almost made me cry, Grim did. ALMOST!
"Hello."
13 turned wearily to the voice. It seemed people just couldn't walk up to him, they always had to say something behind him. A little girl wearing dark sunglasses stood behind and to his left, her hands hanging at her sides.
"Hello to you too," 13 replied shortly, returning to his often-dark musings.
"You're new people. I could tell," she stated proudly. "You sound different."
"And I don't look different?" 13 said incredulously, wondering how the girl couldn't have notice dhis scars, the traces of a fateful operation lining his entire body.
"Not to me," she said meekly, still unmoving. "You just sound...different."
Oh. Blind.
"I'm Dinah," she said, proferring her hand. It occured to 13 that a blind person extending their hand for a handshake was an act of trust a sighted person could never hope to match. It also occured to him that he no longer wanted to be 13. 13 was a creature of steel and cold, a killer and flaunter of life and fortune. Not a good person to be known as.
"Michael," he said, taking the girl's hand softly, taking care to restrain his strength.
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I'm back! Sorry about my lack of posts. I'll be back to actually post later And my b-day was Saturday Yeah me!
johnttf
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Oh, Johnny boy! Good to see you back, if not yet back in action.
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Welcome back indeed John! Now if only Ertia, Guy, JR, ShipsCat, and whoever else I missed would just get their pigus over here and post....
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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