Malcolm Reynolds Aims to misbehave (intheblack) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-11-03 19:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | jacen solo, malcolm reynolds |
Who: Mal and Jacen
What: Unannounced visitation.
When: tonight
Where: Jacen's place.
Warnings: tba!
Mal was getting cranky. River was playing with fire and he didn't want her to get burned. They were still getting their land legs even after all this time. River and Kaylee especially. Mal had been on Earth longer then any of them, and Simon..well this was like planets he was used to on boarder that were almost Earth like. He had no problem adjusting, and Mal was grateful. It meant less work for him. Simon wasn't going to go into the mouth of the monster like the others might. So he worried less about the doctor and left him mostly to his own devices, unless it came to crime. Which he was itching for. He was getting bored out of his mind. He needed to get out of that complex and do what he was best at. He'd tried the meet and greet, but those rarely went well. He wasn't surprised it didn't end with him having heaps of friends. Inara had pinned him once with that fact that he couldn't even get along with other criminals. So he wasn't your average thief. He never wanted to be. Infact he didn't even come across his profession on purpose. Like many it was circumstantial. The war had changed him. Taught him the ways of the worlds, good and bad alike.
He needed to survive. In that complex they would survive on what was provided, but he didn't want what was provided. He didn't want to forget who he was, or get rusty in any sense of the word. He had a reputation to uphold. It hadn't followed him to Earth and this dimension, and Mal was going to change all that. Starting with finding the Sith and being the captain he still was no matter what that irritating blond guy said. He would always consider himself a captain. It was a title he earned and one he would be damned if he were going to lose any time soon just because of a little dimensional swap.
Mal almost didn't remember where the Sith lived. He'd never actually visited him on a social call or otherwise before. But he had ideas in mind. When his mind was set with something it was difficult to change it's course. After a few unfamiliar twists and turns and wrong streets he finally made it to what he hoped was Jacen's building. Unless he moved or otherwise. He knocked and stood back, hands resting down by his sides against his khaki colored pants. Mal wore a crimson colored collar shirt and his suspenders with gun belt. His typical outfit of choice. He really needed some new clothes, but at least he had been able to wash what he owned thanks to that complex.