jayne cobb; he'll be in his bunk (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jayneonthecobb) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2011-11-24 19:20:00 |
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What: Jayne + guns = Reavers + gruesome deaths
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Starts at Jayne’s room, TBD from there
Warnings/Ratings: High, graphic descriptions of violence, NPC Reaver Death Swearing, Will update as necessary.
Status: In progress/Open
Jayne recognized the sound of those engines the moment he heard them thundering across the sky, sending vibrations through the Castle. You hear them once and you could never erase their death toll from your memory.
Reavers.
Zoe, gorram her, had been right in her guess. For once, Jayne’s wish to be right had nothing to do with his pride and everything to do with a gut wrenching fear gripping his chest. Yes, Jayne was afraid. Everyone with good sense should be wishing Zoe had been dead wrong.
He paced to the window and let out a string of vile curses even his mother would forgive him of is she’d seen the same sight he was beholding. Reaver ships. From this angle he could count two, but he had a sinking suspicion from the multiple direction of those engine roars there had to be at least one or two more. Probably just on another side of the Castle he could not see. He jumped back in time to avoid a barrage of rounds fired at his window, glass fragments and stone chips scattered back into the room. Jayne raised an arm just in time, the tiny projectiles imbedding in his arm rather his face. Each little sliver a bite of pain, but he ignore them and the bright red spots now forming, his mind already ten steps ahead, planning how best to stay alive.
He sprinted into his bedroom and to his gun supply. In short time, his usual small arsenal was added too, his belt was festooned with guns, knives, and clips of bullets for his guns. More rounds were strapped to his chest. Only when he was fully decked out did he pull out his phone – the crew would need warning – and chose the fastest, most assured manner of warning THEM .
As he passed through the sitting room he lifted his hand gun and fired off two shots, both bullets found their mark in the foreheads of the two reavers climbing through his broken window. Jayne didn’t stop to inspect them, instead he moved to his front door, opening it quickly before ducking back to take in the situation of the area beyond his door before walking right into what could be gun fire. Nothing sounded, blessedly, but, unless more reavers started climbing through his window than he could hold off, he wouldn’t move from this spot until commanded to do otherwise. He might challenge Mal’s authority on some things, but when it came to Reavers Jayne didn’t fuck around, he rather much preferred to live.