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Malcom Reynolds ([personal profile] aintwejust) wrote in [community profile] trainingwings 2012-12-25 03:56 am (UTC)

Captain Malcolm Reynolds | Firefly

[So here's how it is. One unsettled and discombobulated Mal Reynolds is sitt'n on a very fine boulder out in the middle of nowhere in noth'n more than a not quite so fine pair of trousers. At the moment he's glad to have that much, but what he ain't glad about is hav'n to put last night and this morn'n together and finding nothing in the middle that made a lick of sense.

Hav'n a blue sky above was nice, though. As was the abundance of green. It wasn't his ship, he didn't seem t'be around his crew, but it was nice. If it was your kinda thing.

For the time, it was. Mal's happy to sit for a spell, breathe, and sort out his own mind before making his way into the what looks like civilization. Primitive, but most settlements this far out normally are.

Find him after he's sorted out his clothes, sans brown coat, sniff'n about for information. The little book didn't do much for him, not raelly.

He'll poke about the weapon's store, look'n for his gun. Won't find it and that'll lay him sideways with irritation. He'll sooth himself at the tea house in the afternoon, sniff around a bit again, and settle in at the local watering hole for the evening.

He'll ask around for news or rumors or just a tale or two. He ain't going anywhere. That much is plain.]


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