Jayne Cobb (my_swinging_cod) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-20 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, jayne cobb |
RP: Like Warm Milk
Characters: Jayne
Time/Date: Late night, October 20
Location: old!island, kitchen
Warnings/Rating: Jayne's ... mouth?
Summary: Jayne mulls
Status: Closed
Jayne Cobb was not a smart man. He could shoot a gun, he could follow orders. He could make plans of his own that rarely went well because he couldn't see the bigger picture. He wasn't keen on logic, but even he was smart enough to know there was no logic in the supposed slaughter of a dozen people.
He didn't think people who could pick them so precisely from their points in time would waste a good quarter of their experiment. It didn't make sense, no matter how he looked at it. Granted, he wasn't terribly close to anyone who'd been relocated, so he wasn't as affected. Yes, River was there, but it wasn't like there was much love lost between them. He cared about her to an extent, but honestly, she kind of terrified him. Faye was there, but what was she but a good time?
But he was smart enough to dodge the people who had had people there they cared about. He was completely lacking in tact and he'd seen a lot of long faces and heard a lot of sniffling throughout the day.
He wondered if they'd been serious about moving people this weekend. He wondered if they'd really stick them in rooms that people had died in. Had people died in rooms? Had the bears gotten inside? He tried to imagine a big ol' bear that wore the armor they had gathered in the lobby stepping through a doorway without bringing it in with him.
Shaking his head, Jayne shifted in the small chair in the dark kitchen and drank his milk and really did try not to think about how everyone was feeling. Tried not to think about the doc and Mal and what they were feeling about River. Especially the doc, since he'd just gotten her back only to lose her to death. Maybe he'd need to spend a week sedated, and Jayne grunted slightly at that thought. Mal'd just gotten back himself and probably had his hands full with that slip of a thing he was bedding. He wondered if this would set her back some; she'd been close to Lily, right?
There were reasons Jayne didn't do certain things in life. He didn't get close to people, because in his line of work, people died. Often. He loved his mother, and his brother, and he would have his crew's back, but he didn't like getting closer than that. Didn't mean it didn't happen on occasion, but ... he didn't like it.
Finishing the last of his milk, Jayne sighed and set the glass on the table. He gazed at it as if it somehow held the answers to the 'Verse ... though just then, he'd settle for a way back home.