Life Onboard Serenity: Forwardly Going In A Vaguely Type Direction
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UPDATED: Sunday, November 16, 2008 04:58
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Ivy drank her water and used the facilities that she so pleasantly discovered was available right there in Pain’s bunk.
Pain’s bunk.
Pain had told her that she was to move her things in there. That would make it their bunk. But did he actually mean it or was he just trying to make her feel better? She was going to ask him later, but he was there with his arms wrapped around her, so she succumbed to sleep instead.
After awhile, she began to dream.
Ivy was shoved into a cell like room, no more than 6 x 8. It contained a cot and a couple of shelves bolted to the wall. She fell to her knees, but got up quickly and whirled to face her captors.
“Let me go. You’ve got no right,” she spat at them.
“This one will be a problem. We’ll need to ‘adjust’ her to her new role in life,” the one guy said, totally ignoring her outburst.
“On the shelf are two sets of clothes,” the other guy said. “You need to strip off what you are wearing and put one of them on.”
Ivy looked down at her clothes. The knee of her pants was torn and bloodied. There was a similar tear on the sleeve of her shirt, but that didn’t bother her. It was the fact that the majority of her shirt was covered in blood. Her father’s blood. After they shot him, she had pulled him into a small room in the back of the house, locked it and held him while he died. It gave her some comfort that she was with him as he passed, but it was a memory that was too raw to process. She was numb.
“No, not yet,” the first guy said. “She’s not presentable yet, she needs cleaned up. Can’t have her covered in blood. Boss won’t like it. Wants his merchandise to look presentable.”
Before she knew it, she had been stripped and shoved into an open shower room. The water was ice cold and she started shivering immediately.
“Don’t I get any privacy?” she asked, hopeful that they’d at least give her some dignity.
They men both laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.
“Honey, you’ll never have privacy again. You will be watched always, when you’re asleep, when you’re awake, when you get ready for whatever the Boss has in mind for you that day, when you shower, always. He has an investment in you. Wants to get his money’s worth.”
“Plus, it’s a good perk for us,” the other said. “We get to carry out the watchin’. Now the soap is on the wall. And we want you to go very slowly. No sense to waste a perfectly good show.”
They laughed again, sat down on nearby chairs and waited for her to begin.
Ivy awoke with a start. Pain was looking at her.
“You OK, bao bei?” he asked. “You’re shivering.”
Ivy swallowed hard.
“Sh-shiny,” she ground out and she pulled herself tighter to Pain while she stared vacantly at the wall in front of her. “Just shiny.”
Pain knew she wasn’t anywhere near shiny.
“I’m here,” he whispered to her as he tightened his grip on her and kissed her on the top of her head. “Not going anywhere.”
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Pain's Bunk
He watched her for a bit and then asked, "Tommy? Are you awake? I need to ask you if'n Ivy's doin' okay. Tommy? You up?" His eyes glided over her form and a smile appeared on his face as he whispered, "I'm not goin' to have to spank you to get you to wake up am I? Cause I'm more than willin' to do that."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Pain heard a slight chuckle from her.
"Tommy? That you?" Pain asked.
"It is."
"Is Ivy doing OK?"
Tommy let out a deep breath as if she was trying to formulate an answer.
"Tommy?" Pain asked, growing a little more concerned. "IS she doing OK?"
After a couple of seconds, Tommy finally answered him.
"Not really," she admitted. "She's trying though, but there are memories that keep finding their way through."
"Memories?"
"There are certain things, I cannot, under any circumstances, let her remember," Tommy said evenly.
"Like what?"
Tommy flashed him a look that said 'don't go there.'
"Now is not the time."
"Am I helping her? Or hurting her?"
Tommy smiled at him warmly.
"Definitely helping," she said as she ran her hands up his chest. "It's nice to know that someone wants us. Both of us. And who accepts us as we are without trying to fix us. Someone who is willing to deal with us as seperate, but connected, entities."
She kissed his shoulder.
"And we are connected," she said in a sultry voice as she glided up his body so she could reach his lips. "And after dinner, we plan on showing you exactly how much."
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Pain's Bunk
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"And after dinner, we plan on showing you exactly how much."
The kissing was intense and heated. It reminded him of Paint Tag in a way. After their lips departed one another, Pain said almost breathlessly, "Well I can uh honestly say that I'm goin' to be uh lookin' forward to that." He looked at the time display and added with a smile, "Perhaps we should get some more rest in before chow time. I'm goin' to need that energy for all that fun you two plan on puttin' me through."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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How does this work, exactly?
It is it designed to be more RP, just role playing, like D&D?
Or more like you're writing a story as if it were a series?
Or like a game, with levels and skills and so on?
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Tommy finished up with a kiss and nestled herself back into the crook of Pain's arm.
"Rest might be wise indeed," she agreed. "Plus my head needs some extra downtime. It's starting to pound a bit."
"Need me to get Simon for you? Or some more meds?"
"No. Just need to get some sleep. We'll see Simon soon enough at dinner."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
Pain stayed awake as he watched her drift off. His heart broke a little thinking about how much turmoil Ivy was in.
He wondered what exactly Tommy didn't want her to remember. Or how close Ivy was getting to doing just that. Something had to have happened to her. Something very bad. He traced one of her scars with his fingertip. He was quite sure now that there was no Cutlas tree incident. He thought she had fallen asleep, but she shuddered when he had touched her scar.
It was unlike Tommy to just lie there without saying anything unless she truly was asleep, so he knew who it was.
"Ivy?" he asked softly. "You need to get some rest, darlin'."
"I don't want to go to sleep. The dreams..."
"Figured you were having some nightmares, but you do need to get some sleep."
"Don't wanna."
"I insist. Just don't let your mind wander into the dark places, Ivy. Look for bits of light and concentrate there."
"Don't look..."
"Exactly. Don't look. Listen to what I say and just let yourself slide into Happyland."
Ivy let out a small giggle.
"Happyland..."
Pain pulled her close and started talking in a soothing tone.
"We should take a vacation someday. Find ourselves a ranch to stay out somewhere. One with horses running free outside that we could watch from a porch swing as it gently glides back and forth."
"That sounds nice," she said with a slight yawn.
"Well, it'd be easy to pack for. You'd only need a couple of my T-shirts..."
Pain continued to vaguely describe the dream he had earlier, adding in some extra descriptors to lengthen the story. It only took a couple of minutes until she had fallen asleep with a slight smile on her face. Pain leaned down and kissed the top of her head before joining her in slumber.
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(OOC: Sorry to post back to back, but sometimes I can't help it!) 
On the bridge
River sat there with tears streaming down her face. She felt trapped. Leaving the bridge via the foredeck was not possible. The emotion flowing from Pain's bunk was hard to ignore and it hurt. And going down the stairs located in the bridge was not a likely option, because it would just lead her alongside Pain's bunk as well.
She had received a much bigger idea of Ivy's past in the last couple of hours. She tried not to pry, but she didn't really have a choice this time. It had sought her out. River had been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time without any clear way to retreat.
Ivy's past was dreadfully painful. River tried to shake it from her mind in order to not invite some more of it to wander itself inside of her.
Luckily, she suddenly felt a calm wash over her. Whatever Pain was doing right now was doing the trick and she was thankful it didn't even involve sexing Ivy up... again. She knew about the plans they had for later and she made a mental note to be elsewhere. On the other side of the ship elsewhere. It was just too... unsettling.
She decided to make a break for it. Utilize this time of quiet to extract herself from her present location. She turned towards the door and half sprinted towards the foredeck, only to come upon a very angry 13, standing in front of the hatch to Pain's bunk. He seemed to be processing his options on what to do. River could feel the anger towards Ivy that he felt and the concern for his friend. He thought she was taking advantage of Pain somehow and had a inkling of Ivy's condition. 13 turned to her as she came towards her and started to speak, but River cut him off.
"Now is not the time. You'll only make things worse."
"So there is something going on. I knew there was something."
"It's none of your business, 13. Just let it go."
"She's done something to him. He's taken to her too fast. It's not like him."
"Pain is fine 13. Just drop it."
"I can't and Mal knows something is strange with her too. He's going to get to the bottom of this and I want to be there when the witch fesses up."
"So what are you doing here?"
13 shrugged.
"Trying to facilitate the process?"
River pushed 13 down to the galley, making sure she had an escape route if she needed. 13 took a good look at her.
"You've been crying," he said. Now he was sure something was up, he started to take a step back towards Pain's bunk, but River stopped him.
"Leave them alone."
"But..."
"I said to leave them alone," River said firmly. She looked at him with resolve. "Or I will hurt you."
"Wha-?" 13 was shocked at her reaction.
"And you know I can," she added before leaving the galley to hide somewhere quiet on the ship.
Reluctantly, 13 took a seat in the galley and just waited in case he was needed. It would be interesting at dinner.
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(OOC: So sorry I haven't been here for like... 3 months... woah. But work and some personal issues have kept me from playing, am trying to return so be patient please.)
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Cate, sensing that it was safe and quiet to exit from her room, made her way up towards where the galley was.
She was barely out of her room when she hit a solid mass and fell onto her butt, looking up she realized she saw she’d knocked into none other than the Captain.
“Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going.” Cate said, pulling herself up to her feet again, while waving Mal’s hand away.
“Keeping the eyes open does help with not knocking into things,” Mal replied as he watched the girl steady herself. “Haven’t see you around much, you’re not planning anything?”
“Blunt today, ain’t we?” she grinned lopsidedly, “No, by the sounds of it troubles been happening so I'm staying well clear and out of danger. I may write about dangerous deeds and such, doesn’t mean I want to be in the middle of them.”
“Sounds like the kind of passengers I should be getting.” Mal grumbled as he started for the infirmary. “See you at dinner.”
Her reply was a half hearted wave in his direction as she made her own way towards the galley for a cup of strong coffee.
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Mal came into the infirmary and took a long, steady look at the man who sat haggardly on the infirmary bed. He was bedraggled and sickly looking, with his pallid skin stretched atop of his bones as if he had gone through weeks without a proper meal. He noticed other things, also. The keen twinkle in his eyes, his furtive mannerisms, the way he handled himself with this subdued swagger which he had come to associate with less than savory types... "Gorram it... I have absolutely no use for that right now" he muttered to himself. He turned to John.
"So? Who do we have here," he said with a curt nod in Isahiah's direction.
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BigWolf18 "Way i remember it, you said you was leavin', dare say that saved us a whole peck o' trouble. now i gotta wonder what could spur on a fine disreputable man like yourself to show your fine disreputable face here again."
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