Malcolm Reynolds Aims to misbehave (intheblack) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-04-24 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | malcolm reynolds |
Who: Malcolm Reynolds and Buffy Summers.
What:Arrival. After the boards. Not his best day ever.
When: Saturday morning
Where: "Lawrence Kansas" Earth.
Warnings: Depends who tags in. Space pirate who walks softly but carries big guns!
Earth. So that explained the hostile blond woman threatening to turn his insides out. No wonder it was abandoned. He'd never been to it himself, this was his very first time. So it was all new and awkward and not making the greatest impression in his mind. Their tech was so little and ancient, it made him wonder how he was going to make it. His ship was nowhere to be found, and those message boards gave him more trouble then he felt like dealing with ontop of his new to Earth status. "..Goram hell.."He swore to himself as he stepped into a street and a car nearly ran him down. It skidded to a stop and the civilian inside got all uppity and stuck his head out the window. "Are you blind you moron!?" His fist out the window in an angry gesture, earned a confused look from the Captain who held himself back from pulling the large pistol attached to his thigh. It had been his fault, but really. Barbaric planet.
Malcolm glared and bit his tongue as he made it a crossed a busy side street, and stared at all the traffic. It reminded him of Capital Planet. From what he could tell there were no Alliance. Which was good, but there were angry women. Which was bad. He wasn't sure which was worse at the moment, but he knew one thing was for certain. He had to find his ship, and get the hell back out into space. Get back to his territory and keep from getting maimed. Okay, maybe that was two. Three, he thought of. If he was here, and his ship was not. Was his crew safe? It was his job to keep them alive and flying. A crew was lost without a Captain and he wouldn't willingly do that to them. As much as he hated to admit it, they'd all sort of become family. So he was even a tiny bit worried. But just a tiny bit, and he wasn't about to go admitting it out loud either. They were all capable on their own, but the captain was the glue. That boat needed glue.
Walking along a strip of side walk his brown trench coat and large pistols got him awkward looks, but Mal didn't spare them a second glance. If they were anything like that woman it would just get him a helping of trouble, and with the face of a serial killer Mal didn't think he could afford anymore trouble then he already had. He just kept walking until he stopped at a street corner infront of a coffee shop and looked inside. Coffee was good. Maybe this was all a nightmare or space madness and it would wake him up from his trance. But it was busy, and so Mal just stood there and watched undecidedly and with a hint of worry.