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Tweak says, "Do what now?"

captain_mal (captain_mal) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-17 09:51:00

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complete, day 19, giselle, malcolm reynolds

Day 19
Who: Mal and Giselle
What: First Meetings
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Bowling Alley
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete

Mal had spent most of the day pacing around the manor, indoors, out, beach, stables... anywhere and everywhere. But he just could not still himself. He wasn't sure how many days had passed, but he still had not accepted that he was stuck here, shipless and crewless. He grumbled and tossed the pool cue down on the table he had been playing on. As much as he loved pool, it just wasn't cutting the mustard at the moment, he needed something a bit more physical to burn off this nervousness. Would have loved to gone out to the shooting range and rip off some rounds, but oh ya... he had no gun. And the ever so helpfull wood/stone/ whatevers had not seen fit to honor his request for one... not even a little one.

Really, these "helpers" had been pretty damned useless to him. They didn't talk... so answered no questions. Even in the pictonary form... nothing of help. And not that he hadn't pressed them in every way possible, even considered some "aggressive interrogation" methods but figured it would just hurt him instead. So here he was, stuck alone on this world with a lot of other people in the same condition.

There was some comfort in knowing that he wasn't alone, but not much. Some how combined suffering just didn't cheer one's spirits. He was somewhat envious of the one's here that didn't seemed phased by the forced captivity. Didn't rightfully understand them, but they seemed happy enough here. He grumbled and kept looking around the game room. Some books on the wall, but he wasn't in a reading mood. A bowling lane was setup on the far wall, wasn't overly in the mood for the game but at least he'd get to hurl a heavy object at some innocent pins, might take the edge of his restlessness.

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keoughr
2008-10-17 11:29 am UTC (link)

Giselle had taken the day before to recouperate from her ordeal of being kidnapped by Wolverine. She had no visible signs of trauma, but she still felt violated. Since when did being on this Planet mean that she had to take abuse at every corner? First her run-in with that horrible Ash, then kidnapped by that horrible Wolverine! She did hope that this day would be better.

She sang at the first sign of dawn, then showered and dressed. She chose a simple pink skirt and a snug white blouse. White tennis shoes completed her ensemble and she headed out to find some breakfast. She had eaten ravenously yesterday and she wasn't feeling extremem hunger at the moment, though she knew how precious food was now, having been denied it during her capture.

She grabbed a muffin, feeling wary of the scones now (the same way she was weary of apples) and some organge juice and went out to enjoy the warm day. She sat by the pool and watched people swim and sun, her own delicate skin safe under a large patio umbrella. But she soon grew tired of it and found herself thinking of something else she could do.

She hadn't been in the bowling alley since she'd been forced to play with Katara, Jun, Tyler and Christian. She hadn't seen Jun or Tyler in a very long time and she especially missed Jun. She hoped that wherever he was, that he was alright. She made her way to the bowling alley and spoke to the golem. He assigned her a lane and gave her some bowling shoes. She made her way toward the designated lane and saw someone else was already there.

"Oh! Hello!" She gave him a big, wide smile and sat down to change from her tennis shoes into the bowling shoes she'd been given. It didn't take long and she was soon ready to go. "I'm Giselle. Would you like to play a game with me?" She gestured toward the lane so he would know what game she was talking about.

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captain_mal
2008-10-22 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Mal hadn't even slipped on proper shoes, was still just wearing his boots because actually playing hadn't been his goal; just to see how hard he could hurl that ball down the lane. He had already thrown a couple of frames before he heard a rather innocent and playful voice behind him. "Huh, sorry what?" He spun about to see who was talking to him. Mal reached over and turned down the jukebox before turning back to the woman.

Really, all pink and white? He groaned a bit to himself at the thought of what priss must fill such an outfit. But, she seemed nice enough for the moment and wasn't like he was swarmed with company here. "Well, don't really see much reason not to." Mal smiled a bit in response. "I should probably get some of those shoes on if we're actually going to play though. Apparently a golem had already grabbed him some and brought them over as if on some sort of cue. Mal mumbled out a thanks to the creature. Sure they seemed helpful enough, but he didn't like them all the same.

He sat and started changing shoes. "So where did this place snatch you from?" He finished swapping out footwear and stood, offering her a hand. "I'm Mal by the way, nice to meet you Giselle"

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keoughr
2008-10-23 12:03 pm UTC (link)

Giselle watched the golem bring some shoes for Mal and she grinned at the creature. She really quite enjoyed them, to be honest. They were very acommodating and they had protected her from Ash's boomstick. She felt a fondness for them that she felt for Edward when he'd rescued her from the ogre. But, she wasn't about to marry one of them. Mostly because they were obviously not of royal blood. She wiggled her fingers in a wave at the stone man before he returned to his place at the counter.

She turned back to Mal and smiled brightly at him. "It's very nice to meet you as well, Mal." She reached out and shook his hand, pumping it lightly before she let go and stood up. She needed to find a ball that she would be able to throw. She hefted a few of them before she found one suitable enough for her needs. She nibbled her lip and put it on the console as the golem set up their game on the screen.

"I was in New York before I was brought here." Perhaps she'd mention Andalasia another time. Whenever she had mentioned it prior, no one knew what she was talking about. It didn't seem important right now, anyway. "Where do you come from?" She turned her large blue eyes on him, clasping her hands together in front of her. Mal was up first, so she waited for him to bowl his frame.

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