Life Onboard Serenity: In A Vaguely Frontwardsy Type Direction
POSTED BY: bigwolf18
UPDATED: Thursday, October 23, 2008 00:24
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*Wolf was sat in the interrigation room when the door smoothly slid open, and three men walked in, the first to strode purposefully toward the doors and set themselves up as sentrys. they were nothing special, just the ususal big mean looking people that intelligent people everywhere put to good use, standing next to doors, opening car doors, diving infront of things. but the third man was special, very special, he was one of 7 people who were all very special in different yet similar ways, people who Niska had once taken a very helpful interest in. the man walked up to the table, eyes not once leaving Wolfs. he began to wander around the table and wolfs chair as if to hold his captive.
Man" its been a long time my friend, i see you are once again working for your old rebellious friends."
Wolf" i see your back working for your all controlling 
friends."
*the two englishmen had always traded blows this way, rather than fight.*
Man" but its not those friends im interested in Wolf, Neither do i have time for our usual game of witty banter."
Wolf" well thats a shame because i think ive come up with some pretty good ones since you last slunk of to bootlick the alliance."
Man" charming as always. but back to business, will you tell me of dear Malcom Reynolds?"
Wolf" i'll tell you where to stick your questions."
*the man made his way to behind Wolfs chair and rested his hand on his shoulders.*
Man" do you know what your sin is...?"
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Shaman.
98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
"of course i've gone mad with power, ya ever tried going mad without power? its no fun, nobody listens to you!" The Simpsons Movie
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bump, is anyone out there? ECHOOOOooooo. 
------------------------------------------------- Shaman.
98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
"of course i've gone mad with power, ya ever tried going mad without power? its no fun, nobody listens to you!" The Simpsons Movie
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John had began checking the woman's vitals with his basic knowledge when Simon entered followed by Kaylee. "Wht happened to her?" he asked taking over what John was doing. "Not really sure, we were talking and then she just collapsed. I think it may be an act, she'shiding something." Just then River entered with the captian. "These passengers are causing more trouble than they're worth the captian said looking at the woman. River walked up next to her and clutched her hand. She began to dig
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Pain's Bunk
"Can I come with?" asked 13, looking at Pain with a wide grin as he sat on Pain's bed.
"No." replied a stern Pain, standing near the ladder with his arms folded across his chest. "And get your stinkin' pigu off my mattress! You're messin' it up."
"Messing what up?" quipped the Bot Boy, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "The lumps from all the fun times you and Ertia had on it?" He bounced up and down on it a little before adding, "Wow, I'm surprised it still has some spring to it."
Pain raised a hand in anger, but lowered it as he forced a smile and said, "No, not because of that, Mr. Cross-dressin' Pistol Pants."
"Then because of what?" the quirky comrade asked. "And that was only one time, Painsy-poo!"
"Okay, 13, don't call me Painsy-poo ever again." Pain steamed.
"Surely you jest, my gargantuan mercenary friend." 13 chimed, seeing how many of Pain's buttons he could push before he lost it.
Pain raised an eyebrow as he pointed a calloused finger at 13 and said, "And don't call me Shirley either." He put both hands in the air, let out a frustrated breath and said, "Back to the point here, I don't want you spottin' me on the weight bench, dong ma? I just want some time by myself and I can't get that with you taggin' along. Okay?"
13 crossed his spindly arms across his scrawny chest, faced away from Pain and huffed, "Fine, be that way! See if I care!"
Pain smiled and said as he pressed the button to open his bunk's hatch and satarted climbing the ladder, "Glad you see it my way, Bot Boy." As he made his way up halfway, he stopped and asked, "Oh and 13?"
"Yeah?" came 13's reply.
"Don't touch or play with anythin' that goes 'BOOM'." replied Pain, before climbing back up the ladder and out into the hallway.
As the hatch closed, 13 stuck out his tongue and muttered, "Meanie."
Cargo Bay
As Pain climbed down the ladder into the Cargo Bay, he could hear voices coming from the Infirmary. He shrugged them off as he trudged up to the weight bench and stopped. He tilted his head slightly at the sight of one of Serenity's female passengers sleeping on it, blockin' his access to it and the weights he was so eager to lift.
He crossed his arms again and gave the bench a few mild taps with one of his steel-toed boots. Clearing his throat, he smiled and said to the Weight Bench Slumberer, "Hi there. You probably don't realize this and I don't mean to be rude here, but the Cargo Bay is off limits and I'm in need of the bench. So if you could ever so politely get your cute little pigu off the bench and back to your room, I'd deeply appreciate it."
Pain smiled wide at the woman as he awaited for her departure.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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OOC: Scrawny? Shirley, you jest!
"The boy is such a flirter," 13 said as he arrived in the Cargo Bay. Squatting in Pain's bunk had gotten terribly tiresome, and this here bench-resting girl looked to supply interest. She was kinda cute, too.
"I'm 13," he said warmly, trying to produce a countereffect to Pain's admittedly dour demeanor. "The muscly-armed thug here is Pain, but don't let that moniker go and fool you. Soft and fluffy like a kitten, he is." Giving a sharp look to the merc, 13 added, "'Cept when he doesn't get his milk, if you catch my drift/read my wave/interpret my signal."
Q: Fish or Hogarth?
A: Marillion.
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OOPS! Ignore this little goof. Read below. 
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Ivy was roused by the weight bench being kicked. She opened her eyes and looked up to see a rather formidable man peering down at her. Even though he was smiling, Ivy’s eyes grew wide with fear and she startled, falling onto the floor on the other side of the bench. She scrambled a bit until she was basically under the bench, trying to put a barrier between them. A small whimper escaped her lips.
“You OK down there?” Pain asked, puzzled by her actions. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
After a moment or two, she pushed the hair out of her eyes with her left hand. She extracted herself from under the bench by rolling onto her back. She groaned.
“Can’t you all leave her alone?” she mumbled.
“What?” he asked. He walked around to the foot of the bench to look at her. “What are you doing out here anyway? It’s off limits.”
“She was tired,” she snapped, slightly annoyed.
“She?”
“I was tired,” she corrected, covering her mistake. She wished she had her gun with her right now, but she knew she wasn’t in a position to shoot it since half of the muscles in her body were either twisted up in knots or numb from lack of oxygen
“Something wrong with your bunk?”
“It’s already occupied.”
“Someone took your bunk?”
“Gorram plants did,” she said as she still laid on the floor. “And it was rather… busy over there.”
Pain glanced back toward the infirmary and saw Simon, Kaylee, John, Mal and River congregating there. He shrugged his shoulders and looked closer at the girl, who looked no more ready to get out of his way than earlier.
“I’d really like to do some lifting. Are you gonna stay down there?”
“You gonna help me up?” she asked narrowing her eyes at him. She stretched her left hand out towards him. “I think half my body is asleep.”
Annoyed, he reached out and pulled her to her feet. She swayed a bit, before gaining some semblance of balance. She sized him up now that she was upright. He was several inches taller than her and it was obvious he regularly spent time out here at the bench. He could do damage to a person if he wanted to. She would be hard pressed to defend herself against a man as big as Pain; therefore, Ivy would have no chance at all against him. She wished again that she had her gun with her. He looked familiar to her though. She looked at him closer and recognized him as one of the men who had chased Ivy from the galley.
“You’re called Pain?”
“That’s right,” Pain confirmed. He eyed her suspiciously. “You should be getting back to approved areas. You know that you can’t be out here without being accompanied by a crew member.”
“You’re a crew member,” she reminded him. If she wanted to make sure Ivy stayed safe, it would be better to go by the old adage; keep your friends close and your enemies closer. She didn’t know which category any of the people on this ship fell into and there was no way in this world that she’d let anyone hurt Ivy again.
“And your point?”
“I’m accompanied then,” she said as she sat down on the weight bench.
“Listen," Pain said trying to keep his cool. "I just want to do some lifting, so if you don’t mind, could you head back to the passenger areas?”
“It’s not safe to lift without a spotter. I could spot you,” she said as she smiled at him. In order to keep Ivy safe, she had to make sure that Pain, or any man like him, couldn’t see anything less than pure confidence. A confidence that Ivy would not be able to fake. So she went out on a limb and made a decision. She hoped it wouldn’t bite her in the butt later. She extended a hand to him. “Some call me Ivy. You can call me Tommy.”
Then she saw a young man approach them.
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"I'm 13," he said warmly, trying to produce a countereffect to Pain's admittedly dour demeanor. "The muscly-armed thug here is Pain, but don't let that moniker go and fool you. Soft and fluffy like a kitten, he is." Giving a sharp look to the merc, 13 added, "'Cept when he doesn't get his milk, if you catch my drift/read mNOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
"So are you just goin' to stare at it, or are you goin' to pick it up and give it back to her?" Pain asked 13 as they both looked at the blanket.
"Why do I have to do it?" asked 13.
"Cause I'm the one usin' the bench, Bot Boy." replied Pain. He picked up Ivy's blanket from off the floor and tossed it at 13's face. As 13 wrestled it off his face, Pain laid down on the bench, gripped the weight bar, and continued, "And since you're not me, you get to take Ivy's blanket back to her."
"But I don't know which bunk is her's? 13 whinged, putting on his best "sad puppy dog" face.
Staring at the Cargo Bay's ceiling, Pain replied, "So? Ask around or somethin', knock on every passenger dorm door, whatever. Just give Ivy back her blanket, you twit." Turning his head to meet 13's, he asked, "Um.. go? Now? Pretty please or I'll space you out the nearest airlock?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Ivy half staggered up the stairs until she reached the galley. She was losing energy as she took each step. When she finally entered the galley, Ivy yawned widely with her eyes at half mast. She collapsed onto the couch.
Right now, she was regretting filling up her room with terrariums, it would have been easier to sleep. But she knew that having things already in the growing cycle would help her out immensely when she set up shop dirtside.
Hopefully, she could have a good long nap here and that no one else would bother her. She hadn't been this tired in a long, long time. She knew she would sleep like a rock and waking her would be really difficult. As soon as her head hit the cushion, Ivy was out.
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Bumpity, bump bump!
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