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taxonomites2010-10-20 10:46 pm
captbrowncoat.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2010-10-20 10:46 pm
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03 - Location: Serenity [Voice/Visual]
It was late, but Mal was still awake, caught between pacing the halls of his ship and getting comfortable in the kitchen and cleaning his guns. Both were regular routines for him, but at the moment, he wasn't sure which one was the biggest draw.
He'd just cleaned the weapons he'd accumulated a month or so ago, but there was something oddly relaxing about it. He didn't think anyone else understood that, but he didn't care either. So that was what he did.
Sitting at the table, with two of them in front of him, he picked one up and started the cleaning process, thinking that at least this would not take long. With only two guns, as opposed to the large collection he had that was not immediately available to him, this would be short but still satisfying.
He'd just cleaned the weapons he'd accumulated a month or so ago, but there was something oddly relaxing about it. He didn't think anyone else understood that, but he didn't care either. So that was what he did.
Sitting at the table, with two of them in front of him, he picked one up and started the cleaning process, thinking that at least this would not take long. With only two guns, as opposed to the large collection he had that was not immediately available to him, this would be short but still satisfying.
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I'm sorry, you just look...just like someone I know.