Life (hopefully) Onboard Serenity: The Pain Man Returneth
POSTED BY: DRPAIN
UPDATED: Wednesday, May 16, 2007 22:51
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Pain smiled at his daughter and said "There's a bathroom next to the Infirmary, first door on your left."
"Thank you, daddy." replied Annabelle before rushing off in the direction in which Pain had pointed.
Pain turned to Ertia and smiled "Relax bao bei Annabelle ain't yours." "Though I'd of liked her to be." thought Pain as he continued "She's the result of the affair I had with Melanie and although I do regret that, I have to be honest and say that I love my daughter nonetheless."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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le bump
Where are you guys?
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ERTIA: Uh huh. We aren’t the one with the unusual fondness for the floor, are we?
PAIN: Well maybe the floor has an unusual fondness for me did ya ever think about that?
- Travel To Persephone PT2 (Life Onboard Serenity)
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Le Bump Deaux: Cette Fois C'est Personnel.
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ERTIA: Uh huh. We aren’t the one with the unusual fondness for the floor, are we?
PAIN: Well maybe the floor has an unusual fondness for me did ya ever think about that?
- Travel To Persephone PT2 (Life Onboard Serenity)
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I'm here.
"I still don't forgive you for that Pain, but I do like my niece and I'm pretty sure you will too, Ertia." replied Fly, giving Ertia a smile. Turning to Pain, Fly smiled and said "Well I suppose I should leave you two alone now. I'm sure you two have a lot of catchin' up to do."
Fly gave Pain a wink after she said that last part and climbed back down the stairs, heading for the Cargo Bay to help Reggie unload more of Pain's stuff, along with some crates of food.
Pain looked at Ertia, raising an eyebrow and asked "So what do you think Fly meant when she said we have a lot of catchin' up to do?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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"I think you know exactly what she meant." Ertia looked at him for a long moment, then shrugged, "But I think you can't just walk out of my life... I mean, sure I didn't remember you at all, but that's not the point...you can't just leave and then come back and pretend everything's okay. It's not. We've been through hell. All of us."
She stopped, aware of how much of an accusation that sounded. "I'm not the same person you remember, and you... Let's just take it slow, okay?" She added hopefully, "Can we do that?"
"Hey, lovebirds!" Mal's voice barks from the cargo bay floor, "We got a meet on Deadwood. Party's over. Let's get stuff stowed, say our goodbyes, and get things moving!"
"Yeah! Payin' work! That's what I'm talking about!" Jayne rumbles past them on the catwalk, stopping to slap Pain on the shoulder, "You two gonna jabber, help out, or make out?"
okay, do we have any idea where we're going from here? Is there a plan? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
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Pain gave Jayne a look, then said "We'll help out, just give us a few minutes."
"Didn't realize ya were a minute man, Pain." replied Jayne, chuckling to himself as he walked into the Cargo Bay.
Pain ignored Jayne as usual and turned back to Ertia. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he said "We'll take it slow and I ain't pretendin' that everythin' is okay, bao bei. Fly told me what happened to you and when we get some time alone, I plan on tellin' you everythin' that happened to me in those past few months, okay?"
"We're not gettin' any younger, Pain! Chop chop!" yelled Mal.
"Keep your panties on Cap, we're comin'!" shouted Pain. Turning back to Ertia he said "Lets go down there and help before the Captain yells at us some more."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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OOC: Destination and purpose post coming up! (Although it's more than a little crazy, but I've got an idea) Oh, and I don't speak French, so don't trust me with the quote.
"'Amour c'est semblable à mourant , à cette époque-là être né encore,'" Oath pronounced as he stacked crates in no particular order.
"Huh?" Jayne grunted, toting an especially large crate with the help of Pain; in spite of their much-bigger-than-Oath physiques, they were breathing hard as they lugged the crate, veins standing out like ropes on their arms.
'Expect Ertia's going to be more than pleased with a sweaty Pain,' he thought, seating himself on a crate. Answering Jayne's syllable, he explained, "It's a proverb. In the Old French."
"You're old and French?" Pain asked mildly, setting the crate down with a whooping sigh.
"'Love is like dying, then being born again,'" a voice called eerily, and a slim, blurred figure dropped easily from the catwalk to the grates of the cargo bay floor, causing Jayne to shout something profane.
"Hello, River," Oath said, swiveling on the crate to face the girl. "What did I say about free-falls from more than ten feet?"
"Persian grace," she replied with fake haughtiness and a half-smile. "Packages. Presents?"
Mal approached River with a grin on his face. "Coulda been worse, Oath. She might've been barefoot, instead of wearin' them big damn boots."
Before Mal could half-open his mouth, River said, "Wolf's on it. The stars are set, and the heart is beating steadily."
"That was impressive," Oath observed, watching Mal's furrowed brow. "And frightening."
River gave Oath a small smile, stage-whispering, "He's just so obvious."
"Ah."
"We haulin' presents?" Jayne called, handling another massive crate with Pain. Jayne observed the crate carefully before adding, "Little heavy fer that."
"Food and guns, Jayne," Pain said as they set down the crate. "Means you oughta take special care of these."
Oath raised an eyebrow as he counted the crates, coming up with twelve.
"How many guns do you have?" he asked Pain incredulously, answered with only a wink.
"Mayhap it ain't all guns," Jayne grinned. "Pain's always had a likin' towards them fancy Companion-type outfits."
"Not that this little debate ain't fascinatin'," Mal cut in, "but we do actually have other stuff to do other'n play luggage handlers for Pain.
"Now, there's a fella on Deadwood, name of Aaron Leeds. He's got a load he needs moved 'discreetly,' an' he needs us to move 'em."
"What kind of 'load'?"
Zoe, looking her cool and professional self, although Oath noted shrewdly the messy lacing of her boots, and that she had missed a loop putting on her belt.
Mal turned to his first-mate, saying, "This ain't a normal job. Hell, this ain't even a sane job."
Mal set his blue gaze on each person in the cargo bay, lingering on Pain and Ertia for a moment.
"It's people," he finally said. "Apparently this Leeds is some kinda hero-of-the-people type, went rescued himself some slaves offa a runnin'-boat.
"Unfortunately for Leeds, his own boat ain't in good enough shape to make the run, an' he don't trust the Alliance to handle this any more than he should. We're headin' to Deadwood, and we're droppin' the people in a small township on Greenleaf, where their family is.
"Any questions?"
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ERTIA: "WHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAA! THAT'S RIGHT! I'M THE BITCH WITH THE GUN!!!!!"
-from Travel To Persephone PT 2 (Life Onboard Serenity)
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Bumpers. Guys?
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"WHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAA! THAT'S RIGHT! I'M THE BITCH WITH THE GUN!!!!!"
-Ertia, from Travel To Persephone PT 2 (Life Onboard Serenity)
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I prefer hoods or as you across the pond refer to them, bonnets. 
"How much is this Leeds fellow payin'?" asked Pain, setting a pair of duffle bags on top of a crate.
"Just enough to keep this ship from fallin' apart for a month." replied Mal.
Pain looked at the inside of the Cargo Bay, taking notice that it looked different than last time. Turning his attention to Mal, he said "Speakin' of the ship, what'd you do to her?"
"Upgrades." replied Mal. Looking at the crates, he continued "Is this it?"
"Pretty much." replied Pain. Looking to Fly, he said "Guess that means you'll be leavin'."
"Guess so." sighed Fly, walking over to him.
Pain watched as his daughter returned to the Cargo Bay from the bathroom and called out to her "Took you long enough. What happened, you fall in?"
Fly punched Pain in the arm, much to Annabelle's satisfaction. She bent down and hugged the girl.
"I'm afraid me and you Uncle will ne leavin' soon." replied Fly, still hugging Annabelle.
"Do you have to?" asked Pain's daughter, as Fly stood up.
"'Fraid so little one, but I promise to wave you at least twice a week, okay?" replied Fly, smiling.
Annabelle hugged Fly's waist and said, sniffling "Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." repeated Fly, the two of them doing just that. Fly bent down and whispered into Annabelle's ear "Why don't you give your Uncle Reggie a hug, okay?"
"Okay!" shouted Annabelle and ran over to where Reggie was.
"Whatcha doeen', gurl! Ya almost knocked me down!" shouted Reggie as Annabelle hugged him hard.
"Sorry Uncle Reggie, Aunt Fly said to give you a hug because you were leaving." replied Annabelle. She continued "I'll miss you, Uncle Reggie."
Reggie shot a look at Fly, who gave him a look in return. Reggie hugged Annabelle and said "Eye'm goeen' to mees ya too, lil' one. Make sure ya keep yer fahtha outta trouble."
"I'll try." replied Annabelle as Reggie released her.
Annabelle then ran over to her father and clung to his waist. Pain smiled at her, bent down and hoisted her up in his arms. Annabelle wrapped her arms around his neck, as he held her with one arm.
"Don't get shot at too much and keep Reggie out of trouble, dong ma?" said Pain to Fly.
Fly smiled and said "I'll try, but you know Reggie."
"That I do." replied Pain, smiling. Giving Fly a one armed hug and being careful not to squish Annabelle, Pain continued "Be careful out there, Fly."
"I will." replied Fly, smiling. She turned to the rest of the crew in the Cargo Bay and said "Well looks like I'll be leavin' soon. I'm sure you all will want to say goodbye or give me hug."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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People. Moving People. John thought the whole thing sounded rather risky. Fly had left and things were returning to normal. Except no Fly. John was ready for work but he was scared. All of there hide outs had been destroyed and if thins went sour there wasn't anywhere to run. Doc had been meditating for three days now which meant bad. And bad was well bad.
Dinners had started to become less quiet. John sat with Kaylee and Simon but had little conversation with either. He turned to his other side and examined Zoe. There was something hidden deep inside a griefshe needed to release. He had an idea. He left after dinner and went to see Doc. She wasn't a medical doctor but she was called Doc for a reason. She was a practitioner of a religion that John didn't pretend to understand. But she could do things with it talk to people's insides talk to the real them. He normaly wouldn't risk taking her out of a meditative trance but he felt he owed Zoe something. "Doc I need your help"
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