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taxonomites2009-09-15 09:33 pm
myveryownriot.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2009-09-15 09:33 pm
1 - arrival [holo]
"'Carry this heavy-ass box, Jayne, go walk a gorram mile an' fetch us our supplies we ain't got sense enough to be rememberin' t' pack, Jayne, don't be shootin' or fightin' or havin' no damn fun first chance we got to put our feet on somethin' ain't movin', Jayne..."
Sun at his back and the dark of Serenity's cargo bay in front of him mean Jayne can't much see where it is he's walking. Which is fine and all, he's done it a million times before (a million's probably too many, but he's not gonna try and figure it out, he's not got leanings in a mathematical direction). Even so, he maybe should've been clued that something's not right by the change in how his boots sound on the metal floor, but it's the wall all of a sudden being where a wall has no business that does the job.
"Ta ma de! What ruttin' son of a whore put this-"
Well hell, even with his eyes sun-befuddled Jayne can tell that whatever this place is, it being Serenity can be crossed off the list straight off. He lets Vera drop from where he'd been carrying her propped over his shoulder into his hands, and slowly turns in a circle. "Mal? Zoe? Ha ha, let's all play a big joke on the dumb guy. I ain't laughin', so git your bu lang bu you asses out here!"
His words don't echo about the way they ought, and it's too quite. Too clean. The place looks Alliance, and though technically speaking he's not dead set against Alliance, in general he likes to avoid getting locked up in silent glowy places that weren't there last he checked. No answering cussing or laughter means he's alone here, though, and ain't that just the shiny ribbon to wrap up his shit day?
Sun at his back and the dark of Serenity's cargo bay in front of him mean Jayne can't much see where it is he's walking. Which is fine and all, he's done it a million times before (a million's probably too many, but he's not gonna try and figure it out, he's not got leanings in a mathematical direction). Even so, he maybe should've been clued that something's not right by the change in how his boots sound on the metal floor, but it's the wall all of a sudden being where a wall has no business that does the job.
"Ta ma de! What ruttin' son of a whore put this-"
Well hell, even with his eyes sun-befuddled Jayne can tell that whatever this place is, it being Serenity can be crossed off the list straight off. He lets Vera drop from where he'd been carrying her propped over his shoulder into his hands, and slowly turns in a circle. "Mal? Zoe? Ha ha, let's all play a big joke on the dumb guy. I ain't laughin', so git your bu lang bu you asses out here!"
His words don't echo about the way they ought, and it's too quite. Too clean. The place looks Alliance, and though technically speaking he's not dead set against Alliance, in general he likes to avoid getting locked up in silent glowy places that weren't there last he checked. No answering cussing or laughter means he's alone here, though, and ain't that just the shiny ribbon to wrap up his shit day?
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