I'm not so sure the butcher did it but I just am not so convinced about Seryn and it looks like its one or the other tonight. The fish seem more convincing than the big mean guy did it.
So Marconi *shrug*
Firefly Mafia Round 1 Voting Due 10/28 @ Midnight EST
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Mai
19 years ago
Laha
19 years ago
Seryn, because one can never be too careful. He has the build and the training.
Laha
19 years ago
Seryn, because one can never be too careful. He has the build and the training.
Rae
19 years ago
Pei Pei quietly looks around Ivan "Seryn" she said nodding in agreement. Quickly she went back to hide behind him.
Rae
19 years ago
Pei Pei quietly looks around Ivan "Seryn" she said nodding in agreement. Quickly she went back to hide behind him.
Rasberry
19 years ago
Voting Closed... scene to come
Rasberry
19 years ago
Voting Closed... scene to come
ROzbeans
19 years ago
Rae, laha and jinheim are mafia.
ROzbeans
19 years ago
Rae, laha and jinheim are mafia.
Rasberry
19 years ago
Sorry this took so long...
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Sitting on the scaffolds above the main cargo bay, Jayne chewed a bit of apple from the end of a large, and malicious looking knife. Below him some of the other passengers had begun to gather, and though he couldn’t really catch what they were saying, their body language was something he understood all too well. There was hostility there, anger, and something more. Something that years of experience had attuned him too-- there was violence coming.
He chewed the last bit of apple off the knife, then carved out another slice as he watched the group with mixed interest. After a few heated words were exchanged it seemed that it wasn't going to come to much, but that’s when the fight broke out. The big guy, his name started with an S or something, he started swinging first, but from the start it didn’t look too good for him. The others jumped in, and it was over real fast, which wasn’t really surprising, since eleven to one odds don’t usually turn out in favor of the one.
His biggest mistake was turning his back to the airlock, quick shove and a flip of a switch and he was locked in. Saw that one coming. A short decompression later and the guy was floating in deep space without a suit. Not the most pleasant way to go. Jayne finished off another slice of apple and then tossed the rest down to the cargo bay floor. For some reason he wasn’t all too hungry anymore. He heard someone coming up from behind him, and the way their footsteps fell on the grating told him it was Kaylee. Live on a boat this long with the same crowd and you just know that kind of thing.
“I’d lock my bunk tonight I were you,†he said to her, not bothering to turn around. She came up beside him and leaned against the railing. The crowd below had already begun to slink back into the various corners of the ship where they felt most safe.
“What about them? Some of those folks ain’t got no locks on their doors," Kaylee asked, a look of concern on her face that always confused Jayne somewhat. Was rare to find someone who genuinely cared about strangers like she did. He wasn't sure if it was necessarily a good thing. Looing out at the cargo bay, and then at the recently used airlock, he decided that it probably wasn't.
“Some of those folks don’t need ’em,†he said coldly.
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Sitting on the scaffolds above the main cargo bay, Jayne chewed a bit of apple from the end of a large, and malicious looking knife. Below him some of the other passengers had begun to gather, and though he couldn’t really catch what they were saying, their body language was something he understood all too well. There was hostility there, anger, and something more. Something that years of experience had attuned him too-- there was violence coming.
He chewed the last bit of apple off the knife, then carved out another slice as he watched the group with mixed interest. After a few heated words were exchanged it seemed that it wasn't going to come to much, but that’s when the fight broke out. The big guy, his name started with an S or something, he started swinging first, but from the start it didn’t look too good for him. The others jumped in, and it was over real fast, which wasn’t really surprising, since eleven to one odds don’t usually turn out in favor of the one.
His biggest mistake was turning his back to the airlock, quick shove and a flip of a switch and he was locked in. Saw that one coming. A short decompression later and the guy was floating in deep space without a suit. Not the most pleasant way to go. Jayne finished off another slice of apple and then tossed the rest down to the cargo bay floor. For some reason he wasn’t all too hungry anymore. He heard someone coming up from behind him, and the way their footsteps fell on the grating told him it was Kaylee. Live on a boat this long with the same crowd and you just know that kind of thing.
“I’d lock my bunk tonight I were you,†he said to her, not bothering to turn around. She came up beside him and leaned against the railing. The crowd below had already begun to slink back into the various corners of the ship where they felt most safe.
“What about them? Some of those folks ain’t got no locks on their doors," Kaylee asked, a look of concern on her face that always confused Jayne somewhat. Was rare to find someone who genuinely cared about strangers like she did. He wasn't sure if it was necessarily a good thing. Looing out at the cargo bay, and then at the recently used airlock, he decided that it probably wasn't.
“Some of those folks don’t need ’em,†he said coldly.
Rasberry
19 years ago
Sorry this took so long...
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Sitting on the scaffolds above the main cargo bay, Jayne chewed a bit of apple from the end of a large, and malicious looking knife. Below him some of the other passengers had begun to gather, and though he couldn’t really catch what they were saying, their body language was something he understood all too well. There was hostility there, anger, and something more. Something that years of experience had attuned him too-- there was violence coming.
He chewed the last bit of apple off the knife, then carved out another slice as he watched the group with mixed interest. After a few heated words were exchanged it seemed that it wasn't going to come to much, but that’s when the fight broke out. The big guy, his name started with an S or something, he started swinging first, but from the start it didn’t look too good for him. The others jumped in, and it was over real fast, which wasn’t really surprising, since eleven to one odds don’t usually turn out in favor of the one.
His biggest mistake was turning his back to the airlock, quick shove and a flip of a switch and he was locked in. Saw that one coming. A short decompression later and the guy was floating in deep space without a suit. Not the most pleasant way to go. Jayne finished off another slice of apple and then tossed the rest down to the cargo bay floor. For some reason he wasn’t all too hungry anymore. He heard someone coming up from behind him, and the way their footsteps fell on the grating told him it was Kaylee. Live on a boat this long with the same crowd and you just know that kind of thing.
“I’d lock my bunk tonight I were you,†he said to her, not bothering to turn around. She came up beside him and leaned against the railing. The crowd below had already begun to slink back into the various corners of the ship where they felt most safe.
“What about them? Some of those folks ain’t got no locks on their doors," Kaylee asked, a look of concern on her face that always confused Jayne somewhat. Was rare to find someone who genuinely cared about strangers like she did. He wasn't sure if it was necessarily a good thing. Looing out at the cargo bay, and then at the recently used airlock, he decided that it probably wasn't.
“Some of those folks don’t need ’em,†he said coldly.
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Sitting on the scaffolds above the main cargo bay, Jayne chewed a bit of apple from the end of a large, and malicious looking knife. Below him some of the other passengers had begun to gather, and though he couldn’t really catch what they were saying, their body language was something he understood all too well. There was hostility there, anger, and something more. Something that years of experience had attuned him too-- there was violence coming.
He chewed the last bit of apple off the knife, then carved out another slice as he watched the group with mixed interest. After a few heated words were exchanged it seemed that it wasn't going to come to much, but that’s when the fight broke out. The big guy, his name started with an S or something, he started swinging first, but from the start it didn’t look too good for him. The others jumped in, and it was over real fast, which wasn’t really surprising, since eleven to one odds don’t usually turn out in favor of the one.
His biggest mistake was turning his back to the airlock, quick shove and a flip of a switch and he was locked in. Saw that one coming. A short decompression later and the guy was floating in deep space without a suit. Not the most pleasant way to go. Jayne finished off another slice of apple and then tossed the rest down to the cargo bay floor. For some reason he wasn’t all too hungry anymore. He heard someone coming up from behind him, and the way their footsteps fell on the grating told him it was Kaylee. Live on a boat this long with the same crowd and you just know that kind of thing.
“I’d lock my bunk tonight I were you,†he said to her, not bothering to turn around. She came up beside him and leaned against the railing. The crowd below had already begun to slink back into the various corners of the ship where they felt most safe.
“What about them? Some of those folks ain’t got no locks on their doors," Kaylee asked, a look of concern on her face that always confused Jayne somewhat. Was rare to find someone who genuinely cared about strangers like she did. He wasn't sure if it was necessarily a good thing. Looing out at the cargo bay, and then at the recently used airlock, he decided that it probably wasn't.
“Some of those folks don’t need ’em,†he said coldly.