Jayne Cobb (i_likeguns) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-01-09 00:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | hoban washburne, jayne cobb |
Hot To The Core. (Jayne's Entrance, OPEN!)
It'd been one helluva shindig. Laughter and music and drinkin' and dancin' and more drinkin'. Holes were punched in Jayne's memory, blotting out various points in time thanks to the vast amounts of alcohol he'd ingested. Although he might've been a man who knew his limits, that didn't exactly mean he was one to stick to them. At all.
He did remember settlin' in for the night at the inn with an awful pretty doxy, and he sure as shootin' made sure he got his money's worth before he rolled over and drifted off. He'd expected the Cap'n to come around early and start a-hollarin' outside'a the door, so imagine his surprise when he woke up of his own accord, the sunlight so hot and bright that it burned his eyes the second he started to open them.
Disgruntled, Jayne wrapped an arm up around his head, the bed feeling hard and uncomfortable beneath him. The blankets had been stripped from his body and he was laying in the light. He groaned loudly, reaching a hand out to see if the whore was gone, but his fingers grasped nothing but air.
The air felt cold and wet, despite the light, and in semi-conscious confusion Jayne rolled over to try and get comfortable. The next thing he knew, he'd fallen and hit the ground, and was shoulder-deep in snow.
His head snapped up quickly and, now fully awake, Jayne squinted against the sunlight to look around. There was a twinkle of both confusion and fear in his eyes as he glanced up at the tall skyscrapers that surrounded the small park area he was in, laying next to a bench that was covered in snow, save for the rough imprint of the body that had just been laying there.
"What the..."
Jayne was on his feet in an instant, looking around in confusion and disbelief. He was outside, and he definitely weren't on no rim planet no more. And the whore was gone, which should've been the least of his worries, but was kinda near the top of the list.
"Gorram whore... I done paid her good money too!"
His hand shot to his thigh, where his handgun should've been strapped, but he found nothing there. His gun was gone, his hunting knife was gone, and he was fully dressed in his clothes from the previous night's shindig. And, of course, the doxy was gone. Jayne might not have had a brilliant mind, but he could do the math, and it wasn't the first time he'd been hoodwinked by some prostitute.
"What the... the gorram bitch gone and took Shirley!"
Feeling a little - well, a lot - exposed without his precious handgun, Jayne pushed booted feet through the snow, not bothering to dust the damp off his clothing. His hands were spread a little nervously at his sides, and his senses were alive, straining for any sign of life. He heard something whoosh by the other side of a tall hedge, and paused, staring at the hedge like it was about to eat him or something.
His eyes rose, starin' up at the mighty tall buildings. They stank like the Feds. Sheer confusion took ahold of Jayne's features, and some panic - how the hell'd he wind up 'round some core planet?! He'd obviously been hornswaggled while he was sleepin', which didn't help none with his panic. He was probably still on their wanted list too, thanks to that no-good pretty-boy doctor and his crazy-ass sister.
He didn't wanna run afoul with no Feds, not while he was on the dodge. Another whoosh from the other side of the hedge (which heralded cars on the street, unknown to him) was enough to freak him out and he turned, ducking low behind the hedge and moving along with his senses on full-blast. He'd find the nearest fang pi, bushwhack him for every weapon he got, swipe a ride, and get the hell offa that rock before anyone even knew he was there.
What he'd do after that, heck, he didn't have no clue. All he gorram cared about was keepin' the hell away from the Feds, figurin' out where he was, and gettin' clear.