Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Feb 23, 2010 16:07:29 GMT -5
The Player.
Your Name: Kath
Your Age: 16
How Did You Find Out of Gas?: another Firefly RPG site
Previous Roles: I've had about four or more years experience and countless charries in between.
Contact Email: PM me...
The Core.
Full Name: Captain Malcolm Reynolds
Nickname(s): Mal, or Sir to you... Though there are a few more that can't be mentioned...
Birthday: 20 September 2486
Age: about 34
Origin: Planet called Shadow
Location: Serenity-Firefly model ship
Allegiance: Browncoat, the few the proud.
Occupation: Captain of Serenity
The Appearance.
Eye Color: darker green
Hair Color: medium brown
Height && Weight: 6'1'' and weight is 170, solid weight...
General Description: Mal is of course taller, and because of the battle and war, he's built like a soldier: strong and determined in appearance. His eyes are very expressive, and they are the only window into his thoughts, which he guards and holds away from most every one. His hair is longer, but not too long and not often unkempt except if he's been working heard on a job or sleeping. He does take some pride in his appearance, so he never really has any facial hair because he shaves it with his old military razor.
He's pretty much littered with battle scars, old scrapes and bruises from all the jobs that "don't go completely to plannin'". On his shoulder he has a medium scar that was received in a sword fight with a "stuck up sha zi (idiot)". His ear has been cut off before so if you look closely you can see old stitch marks there. He's been shot, cut, stabbed, beaten up, and almost killed so many times, all leaving marks behind. He even has some scars somewhere from battle wounds, but he never mentions the stories behind them...
His clothing style mostly consists of the same tan slacks tucked into brown leather boots that reach the knee (or there abouts) and tan suspenders on her shoulders of either crimson or blue/green-gray button up shirts, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow on a normal every day. His long coat, reaching to just below the knee is, of course, brown, true to his allegiance. He will occasionally sport brown leather gloves, but generally only when it's cold or he's working outside. This is Malcolm Reynolds' everyday style, and he likes it thank you very much...
The Personality.
Likes && Dislikes:
-:- Likes:
-His ship, Serenity.
-Freedom of space
-A good fight (whether with fists, guns...no swords.)
- lookin' out for "Me and Mine"...
-A good (and easy) job that generally pays off automatically...
-Evenings spent on the ship, free of worries.
- no matter if he'll admit it or not, talking with Inara...
- Shootin' a man who deserves it, especially traitors and murderers...
- A good joke (occasionally at someone else's expense)
- Proving himself in any small or big way...
- Time off from work
- Apples
- Readin'... when he feels like it (try not to faint)
-:- Dislikes:
-Looking back on the war...
-Bein' beat on... Happens a lil' often.
-Being accused of being beaten on...
- Seeing any of his crew suffering
- People questioning or talking over him
- When someone proves him wrong
- Anyone who thinks they can attack him and his own...
- When a job or plan doesn't go as... Well, planned.
- Pity when he's hurt or somethin'...
- Cabbage...
- When people are laughing at his expense instead of the other way round
- Thunder storms
Interests && Hobbies:
- In truth, Mal enjoys ranching, which is why he didn't mind the 'cattle job' so much until it went south, but at the same time, it reminds him too much of the bad times in his life, even though he keeps that to himself...
- He picked up somewhat of a small obsession with guns from Jayne, and the two can often be found discussing the latest on the market.
- although never found actually doing it, Mal can sometimes spend evenings reading books that he's picked up over the years from several different sources, especially since a certain woman has come aboard Serenity so long ago....
Strengths:
-No matter what, is a brilliant captain.
- He will put everyone before himself, never thinking twice when it comes to his life on the line, no matter what making sure his own will be safe...
- a good military leader
- has a good crew, willing to look out for one another
- is mostly modest when he wants to be
- has brilliant target skills
- a good strategic mind
- a good negotiator... mostly
Weaknesses:
-His crew... No matter what, he always puts his own before himself, and whereas that is also a strength, it can be worse sometimes.
-He has the occasional habit of accepting a few jobs and challenges without asking questions...
He can't stand to see any of his crew suffering in any way, and though he's good at hiding this weakness, it can sometimes be something deadly to use against him...
-Sometimes he can't think clearly when Inara is in the room...wonder why.
-He keeps all of his rage and sorrow inside until it bursts out at the worst moments, causing him to fight in anger...
- is an alright fighter when it comes to fists, but is not the greatest...
Secrets:
-There are many things about Malcolm Reynolds that are unknown to the verse outside his mind. Many truths and sufferings of the war in which he fought are left untold, Mal liking it that way.
- He never let's anything slip about his past, before the war. Zoe doesn't even know the full history, aside from minor passing details...
Overall Personality: Mal is, first and foremost, strong. But this isn't always a good thing, because he's also ultimately sacrificial, always willing to die himself if it means he will be saving one of his own. He never has to think of the consequences.
A part of him was left behind in Serenity Valley, and it was replaced by a man who is deeply damaged by the lost battle and what he witnessed in the last moments. In truth, he blames God, angry because he thinks that He abandoned the resistance. Deep inside, though, he still believes that God will see the crew through in the sticky moments. His soul is just still left in Serenity Valley...
Mal is, daily, a light-hearted kind of man, always ready with a witty (and some times insulting) comment to follow what would be an intense moment. He's a protective, brave soldier, always quick to defend his own crew; he's a strong leader and captain, always setting the right course that ultimately is for the best for his own; he's a caring man who is quick to cheer a person up, always shoving his own sorrows and troubles to the background. All around, he's a bad man to have a gun pointed in your direction, and a good man to have on your side...
The Family.
Parents && Siblings:
Louise, Mother- Mal's mother was the only one, along with a fair few ranch-hands, that raised her son. Her husband died when Mal was seven, giving Mal enough of a memory of his dad. She was a caring woman, but often exhausted herself in the running of the ranch, so she often came off as a bit distant. No matter what, though, she always made sure to teach her only son about what matters in the verse...
Joseph, father- He died when Mal was still seven years old, so he never really got a chance to be with his son, always devoting his time to his ranch on Shadow. This caused a distant relationship between father and son, until Joseph died on over working on a inhumanly hot day in Summer while he was working out in the field.
Character History:
Mal was born in the world of Shadow where his parents ran a ranch. The first seven years of his life were full of hard work, quiet evenings with the family and the fair few ranch hands, and, of course, the gentle teaching of God's word. Mal learned quickly of his father's profession, but would often be found sitting and listening to one of the ranch hands' tales of military life and how a war was soon going to start. This would often result in Mal receiving a swat on the back of the head, a short lecture on shirking duties from his father and a soft shove off towards the next job needed doing. Mal and his dad's relationship was practically work and talking about work and the occasional proud look from father to son when the son did a job right. The ranch owner was very proud of the land he owned, and often the family got the impression that he cared more for it than the family...
It was when Mal was seven that the family was ripped into heart ache when his father died in the fields on an inhumanly hot day. Mal, confused, was taken up to he raised by his mother and the many ranch hands that were left behind when the head of the ranch passed.
After his father's death, Mal just about lost all interest in the running of a ranch. He only kept doing it to help out his mother, who had taken it upon herself to keep her husband's ranch running for him, resulting in a sudden down turn in her health as she continued to work tirelessly. The years that followed the head Reynolds' death were hard ones, for an uneasiness was brewing between the Independents and the alliance, and many attacks were being made on both sides. Mal learned all this from the news he intently read while he was supposed to be reading his daily scripture.
And then an all out war broke out, after one brutal attack the alliance made in order to root out the Independence. It didn't work, in fact it incited many young and old to join in the fight, including a rapidly growing young man named Malcolm Reynolds.
It was on one normal morning that Mal blurted out that he was going to join the war. After the shock that ensued, his mother consented, giving him a cross to hang around his neck for protection. Gladly taking it, he bid the ranch hands, his mother and his old life good bye. He never saw them again, only hearing later that Shadow had been taken in a gruesome battle that lasted only hours...
After training (in which Mal excelled moderately fast), he rose higher in the ranks during the bloody battle thar ensued. He was put under the position of Sergeant in the 57th Brigade of Browncoats for the Independents, and led his platoon into many battles, often following in the old ranch hand's (the one that told him of the military life) light air in order to give his soldiers bravery. It was among these soldiers that he met a certain soldier named Zoe, and the two quickly became a new kind of comrades, Mal instantly willing to trust Zoe with his life.
Some battles in that memorable war were bloody, some were lost and some were won by the Independents. But things always turn for the worst, in Mal's mind anyway...
It was on one dark night, in the Battle of Serenity Valley on Hera, that he was forced to surrender after his reinforcements bailed on him, and the Alliance sent volley after volley of fatal gun fire into the base, killing every last one of Sargent Reynolds' Brigade. He and Zoe, though many don't know this, were POWed and held in the Alliance's brutal control until the war ended with the Browncoats losing bitterly in numbers as well as spirits. As for Mal, his faith was torn from him as he ripped the cross from his neck and dropped it into the sand of Serenity Valley, where it still lies today...
After the war Mal, freed from the Alliance's grasp, went somewhat down hill. He was bitter to many, developing a short temper and a rage full attitude, especially when he learned from an old military buddy the news about Shadow. Zoe was the only one who could snap him out of it, and therefor the two never really split up after the battle. Instead, Mal, getting a sudden urge to fly free, purchased an old Firefly-class ship with the little money he had earned for volunteering in the war, and, of course without telling Zoe, named her the First-Mate before she had even set eyes on the ship. She was patient with him, knowing this was the first time she had seen anything close to the side she knew of him, but always one to speak her mind, didn't find a hard time telling Mal exactly what she thought of the ship (do believe she termed it with "fei-oo "). But upon being asked what he was going to call her, he stated simply Serenity...
And the rest is simply history in the makin'...
The Edge.
Something Unique: Mal lost all sense of hope and faith during the horrific war and is now not the always hopeful, faith-filled man he used to be. Keeping his ship and crew safe is his main purpose in life now. He also has a sense of nobility about him, helping the weak and those in need when he can. There's also the sense that he is a good man, but circumstances have made into a criminal. You can also see him as a soldier who makes a distinction between friend and foe, always making sure to keep the two separated, never wanting his 'friends' to fall or mingle in with the 'foes'...
Role Playing Sample:
We're still flyin'...
He had said so himself before. And it had been the truth, of course. When all else fails, you look to your ship to see you out, and she most often will. Still flyin'... It had been enough before... Now he wasn't so sure.
It was early morning, the hazy blue of Persephone's sky peered into every open corner of the ship called Serenity. The crew had more than happily taken a rest after possibly the hardest shin dig since the day that they had lost so much, the day the truth about Miranda came out for the verse to see. Simon had his work cut out for him after this last job. Jayne had gotten shot (again, because it seemed every time he turned around Jayne Cobb was gettin' shot somewhere), Zoe had received some worthy bruisin' and cuts, and the captain himself had received a cut in the arm from a curved knife that his attacker was seemingly keen on using (furthering Mal's gruff distaste of knifes, and anything of the sort). And through all this, they had misplaced the money in the confusion and had been all too happy to simply high tail it out of there with their lives.
And let's face it, the crew wasn't gettin' any where on no decent food besides protein bars. Of course, all that was fine and good, but one has to have some decent meat on their bones, and Mal had seen the weight dropping in all of his crew. They were starving, silently, uncomplaining. It annoyed him.
Heaving a sigh, he stepped into the bridge and closed his eyes to get used to the sunrise as it sent orange beams dancing across the floor. The whole ship was shrouded in comfortable silence as every one caught up on their lost sleep. Everyone but the Captain,
who at this moment in time thought he was sleeping his life away, even though he probably hadn't slept in what the worlds would figure a good three days. Silence deafened him, noise made his ears ring. Every time someone like Inara would enter the room, his stomach was lurch painfully and he'd slip out another door. What was going on? Why was he avoiding all conversation with...every one? Come to think of it, he hadn't really talked to anyone, let alone give out a laugh to any of Jayne's sha zi jokes. But right now, as the sun was rising with a set of gentle rays to warm the world, Mal's thoughts glided back to Inara's smile, Inara's laugh, Inara--
What in the sphincter o'hell was he doing?! His own thoughts yelling at him inwardly caused him to shake his head violently, stirring himself enough to push off from where he was leaning on the doorway of the bridge to drop himself into the pilot's chair, swinging it towards the wheel for no apparent reason. Refusing to return to the thoughts he was swimming in a second ago, he let his mind wander until it settled on Kaylee. The always sweet ray of sunshine that kept Serenity's heart pounding. She had always looked to him somethin' nice, and he had always kept her close, like a brother would. Considerin' so far as he knew she didn't have any siblings either, they were each other's substitutes for brother and sister. But recently even that had fallen to the background as he had distanced himself from the crew. He wanted to explain to them that that was his way of dealing with...stuff of the troubling sort. But he never found himself able when they were all together. Dinners were silent because since the captain wasn't speaking everyone figured they were allowed to either.
He could still remember as he sniffed and cleared his throat what he had heard Kaylee say to Jayne when they were in the kitchen and he chanced to be walking close by. ”I miss the captain. I mean, yeah he's still here and all, but somethin' sure ain't right with him. He's troubled or somethin'. I just miss the sunshine Serenity had, ya know?”
Of course, Mal could have marched right in there and made every thing to right again. But instead he had decided to walk away (only to collide with Inara and have a short moment of awkward silence before he walked on), leaving his crew to wonder.
And he was tired of it. Of it all. Serenity was still flyin'.And that was enough, gorram it! Giving out a quick huff of breath, he stirred himself from the pilot's seat, stood up straight and seized the intercom radio. Today, this morning, every one would see the captain again.
Holding it to his mouth, he stared into the rising sun as it gave out a new set of fresh rays. Finally the day was here.
“Alright, you dai shàn gěi méi de. (lazy good for nothings). Sun's up, so should you be. I suggest reporting to the kitchen area for some kinda lā jī breakfast and some enlightin' discussion. If any of you even think of closin' those peepers again, so help me Doctor will have some busy work ahead of him today..."
It wasn't much, let alone sounding anything like who they all knew as the captain, but it was a start. There's work to do... Always was, always would be. Today, they were still flyin'. All of them, and that was enough...
[not too brilliant, sorry, I was just very excited to get finished with the app... Let me know if it's not good enough to pass...]
Face Claim: Nathon Fillion
Your Name: Kath
Your Age: 16
How Did You Find Out of Gas?: another Firefly RPG site
Previous Roles: I've had about four or more years experience and countless charries in between.
Contact Email: PM me...
The Core.
Full Name: Captain Malcolm Reynolds
Nickname(s): Mal, or Sir to you... Though there are a few more that can't be mentioned...
Birthday: 20 September 2486
Age: about 34
Origin: Planet called Shadow
Location: Serenity-Firefly model ship
Allegiance: Browncoat, the few the proud.
Occupation: Captain of Serenity
The Appearance.
Eye Color: darker green
Hair Color: medium brown
Height && Weight: 6'1'' and weight is 170, solid weight...
General Description: Mal is of course taller, and because of the battle and war, he's built like a soldier: strong and determined in appearance. His eyes are very expressive, and they are the only window into his thoughts, which he guards and holds away from most every one. His hair is longer, but not too long and not often unkempt except if he's been working heard on a job or sleeping. He does take some pride in his appearance, so he never really has any facial hair because he shaves it with his old military razor.
He's pretty much littered with battle scars, old scrapes and bruises from all the jobs that "don't go completely to plannin'". On his shoulder he has a medium scar that was received in a sword fight with a "stuck up sha zi (idiot)". His ear has been cut off before so if you look closely you can see old stitch marks there. He's been shot, cut, stabbed, beaten up, and almost killed so many times, all leaving marks behind. He even has some scars somewhere from battle wounds, but he never mentions the stories behind them...
His clothing style mostly consists of the same tan slacks tucked into brown leather boots that reach the knee (or there abouts) and tan suspenders on her shoulders of either crimson or blue/green-gray button up shirts, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow on a normal every day. His long coat, reaching to just below the knee is, of course, brown, true to his allegiance. He will occasionally sport brown leather gloves, but generally only when it's cold or he's working outside. This is Malcolm Reynolds' everyday style, and he likes it thank you very much...
The Personality.
Likes && Dislikes:
-:- Likes:
-His ship, Serenity.
-Freedom of space
-A good fight (whether with fists, guns...no swords.)
- lookin' out for "Me and Mine"...
-A good (and easy) job that generally pays off automatically...
-Evenings spent on the ship, free of worries.
- no matter if he'll admit it or not, talking with Inara...
- Shootin' a man who deserves it, especially traitors and murderers...
- A good joke (occasionally at someone else's expense)
- Proving himself in any small or big way...
- Time off from work
- Apples
- Readin'... when he feels like it (try not to faint)
-:- Dislikes:
-Looking back on the war...
-Bein' beat on... Happens a lil' often.
-Being accused of being beaten on...
- Seeing any of his crew suffering
- People questioning or talking over him
- When someone proves him wrong
- Anyone who thinks they can attack him and his own...
- When a job or plan doesn't go as... Well, planned.
- Pity when he's hurt or somethin'...
- Cabbage...
- When people are laughing at his expense instead of the other way round
- Thunder storms
Interests && Hobbies:
- In truth, Mal enjoys ranching, which is why he didn't mind the 'cattle job' so much until it went south, but at the same time, it reminds him too much of the bad times in his life, even though he keeps that to himself...
- He picked up somewhat of a small obsession with guns from Jayne, and the two can often be found discussing the latest on the market.
- although never found actually doing it, Mal can sometimes spend evenings reading books that he's picked up over the years from several different sources, especially since a certain woman has come aboard Serenity so long ago....
Strengths:
-No matter what, is a brilliant captain.
- He will put everyone before himself, never thinking twice when it comes to his life on the line, no matter what making sure his own will be safe...
- a good military leader
- has a good crew, willing to look out for one another
- is mostly modest when he wants to be
- has brilliant target skills
- a good strategic mind
- a good negotiator... mostly
Weaknesses:
-His crew... No matter what, he always puts his own before himself, and whereas that is also a strength, it can be worse sometimes.
-He has the occasional habit of accepting a few jobs and challenges without asking questions...
He can't stand to see any of his crew suffering in any way, and though he's good at hiding this weakness, it can sometimes be something deadly to use against him...
-Sometimes he can't think clearly when Inara is in the room...wonder why.
-He keeps all of his rage and sorrow inside until it bursts out at the worst moments, causing him to fight in anger...
- is an alright fighter when it comes to fists, but is not the greatest...
Secrets:
-There are many things about Malcolm Reynolds that are unknown to the verse outside his mind. Many truths and sufferings of the war in which he fought are left untold, Mal liking it that way.
- He never let's anything slip about his past, before the war. Zoe doesn't even know the full history, aside from minor passing details...
Overall Personality: Mal is, first and foremost, strong. But this isn't always a good thing, because he's also ultimately sacrificial, always willing to die himself if it means he will be saving one of his own. He never has to think of the consequences.
A part of him was left behind in Serenity Valley, and it was replaced by a man who is deeply damaged by the lost battle and what he witnessed in the last moments. In truth, he blames God, angry because he thinks that He abandoned the resistance. Deep inside, though, he still believes that God will see the crew through in the sticky moments. His soul is just still left in Serenity Valley...
Mal is, daily, a light-hearted kind of man, always ready with a witty (and some times insulting) comment to follow what would be an intense moment. He's a protective, brave soldier, always quick to defend his own crew; he's a strong leader and captain, always setting the right course that ultimately is for the best for his own; he's a caring man who is quick to cheer a person up, always shoving his own sorrows and troubles to the background. All around, he's a bad man to have a gun pointed in your direction, and a good man to have on your side...
The Family.
Parents && Siblings:
Louise, Mother- Mal's mother was the only one, along with a fair few ranch-hands, that raised her son. Her husband died when Mal was seven, giving Mal enough of a memory of his dad. She was a caring woman, but often exhausted herself in the running of the ranch, so she often came off as a bit distant. No matter what, though, she always made sure to teach her only son about what matters in the verse...
Joseph, father- He died when Mal was still seven years old, so he never really got a chance to be with his son, always devoting his time to his ranch on Shadow. This caused a distant relationship between father and son, until Joseph died on over working on a inhumanly hot day in Summer while he was working out in the field.
Character History:
Mal was born in the world of Shadow where his parents ran a ranch. The first seven years of his life were full of hard work, quiet evenings with the family and the fair few ranch hands, and, of course, the gentle teaching of God's word. Mal learned quickly of his father's profession, but would often be found sitting and listening to one of the ranch hands' tales of military life and how a war was soon going to start. This would often result in Mal receiving a swat on the back of the head, a short lecture on shirking duties from his father and a soft shove off towards the next job needed doing. Mal and his dad's relationship was practically work and talking about work and the occasional proud look from father to son when the son did a job right. The ranch owner was very proud of the land he owned, and often the family got the impression that he cared more for it than the family...
It was when Mal was seven that the family was ripped into heart ache when his father died in the fields on an inhumanly hot day. Mal, confused, was taken up to he raised by his mother and the many ranch hands that were left behind when the head of the ranch passed.
After his father's death, Mal just about lost all interest in the running of a ranch. He only kept doing it to help out his mother, who had taken it upon herself to keep her husband's ranch running for him, resulting in a sudden down turn in her health as she continued to work tirelessly. The years that followed the head Reynolds' death were hard ones, for an uneasiness was brewing between the Independents and the alliance, and many attacks were being made on both sides. Mal learned all this from the news he intently read while he was supposed to be reading his daily scripture.
And then an all out war broke out, after one brutal attack the alliance made in order to root out the Independence. It didn't work, in fact it incited many young and old to join in the fight, including a rapidly growing young man named Malcolm Reynolds.
It was on one normal morning that Mal blurted out that he was going to join the war. After the shock that ensued, his mother consented, giving him a cross to hang around his neck for protection. Gladly taking it, he bid the ranch hands, his mother and his old life good bye. He never saw them again, only hearing later that Shadow had been taken in a gruesome battle that lasted only hours...
After training (in which Mal excelled moderately fast), he rose higher in the ranks during the bloody battle thar ensued. He was put under the position of Sergeant in the 57th Brigade of Browncoats for the Independents, and led his platoon into many battles, often following in the old ranch hand's (the one that told him of the military life) light air in order to give his soldiers bravery. It was among these soldiers that he met a certain soldier named Zoe, and the two quickly became a new kind of comrades, Mal instantly willing to trust Zoe with his life.
Some battles in that memorable war were bloody, some were lost and some were won by the Independents. But things always turn for the worst, in Mal's mind anyway...
It was on one dark night, in the Battle of Serenity Valley on Hera, that he was forced to surrender after his reinforcements bailed on him, and the Alliance sent volley after volley of fatal gun fire into the base, killing every last one of Sargent Reynolds' Brigade. He and Zoe, though many don't know this, were POWed and held in the Alliance's brutal control until the war ended with the Browncoats losing bitterly in numbers as well as spirits. As for Mal, his faith was torn from him as he ripped the cross from his neck and dropped it into the sand of Serenity Valley, where it still lies today...
After the war Mal, freed from the Alliance's grasp, went somewhat down hill. He was bitter to many, developing a short temper and a rage full attitude, especially when he learned from an old military buddy the news about Shadow. Zoe was the only one who could snap him out of it, and therefor the two never really split up after the battle. Instead, Mal, getting a sudden urge to fly free, purchased an old Firefly-class ship with the little money he had earned for volunteering in the war, and, of course without telling Zoe, named her the First-Mate before she had even set eyes on the ship. She was patient with him, knowing this was the first time she had seen anything close to the side she knew of him, but always one to speak her mind, didn't find a hard time telling Mal exactly what she thought of the ship (do believe she termed it with "fei-oo "). But upon being asked what he was going to call her, he stated simply Serenity...
And the rest is simply history in the makin'...
The Edge.
Something Unique: Mal lost all sense of hope and faith during the horrific war and is now not the always hopeful, faith-filled man he used to be. Keeping his ship and crew safe is his main purpose in life now. He also has a sense of nobility about him, helping the weak and those in need when he can. There's also the sense that he is a good man, but circumstances have made into a criminal. You can also see him as a soldier who makes a distinction between friend and foe, always making sure to keep the two separated, never wanting his 'friends' to fall or mingle in with the 'foes'...
Role Playing Sample:
We're still flyin'...
He had said so himself before. And it had been the truth, of course. When all else fails, you look to your ship to see you out, and she most often will. Still flyin'... It had been enough before... Now he wasn't so sure.
It was early morning, the hazy blue of Persephone's sky peered into every open corner of the ship called Serenity. The crew had more than happily taken a rest after possibly the hardest shin dig since the day that they had lost so much, the day the truth about Miranda came out for the verse to see. Simon had his work cut out for him after this last job. Jayne had gotten shot (again, because it seemed every time he turned around Jayne Cobb was gettin' shot somewhere), Zoe had received some worthy bruisin' and cuts, and the captain himself had received a cut in the arm from a curved knife that his attacker was seemingly keen on using (furthering Mal's gruff distaste of knifes, and anything of the sort). And through all this, they had misplaced the money in the confusion and had been all too happy to simply high tail it out of there with their lives.
And let's face it, the crew wasn't gettin' any where on no decent food besides protein bars. Of course, all that was fine and good, but one has to have some decent meat on their bones, and Mal had seen the weight dropping in all of his crew. They were starving, silently, uncomplaining. It annoyed him.
Heaving a sigh, he stepped into the bridge and closed his eyes to get used to the sunrise as it sent orange beams dancing across the floor. The whole ship was shrouded in comfortable silence as every one caught up on their lost sleep. Everyone but the Captain,
who at this moment in time thought he was sleeping his life away, even though he probably hadn't slept in what the worlds would figure a good three days. Silence deafened him, noise made his ears ring. Every time someone like Inara would enter the room, his stomach was lurch painfully and he'd slip out another door. What was going on? Why was he avoiding all conversation with...every one? Come to think of it, he hadn't really talked to anyone, let alone give out a laugh to any of Jayne's sha zi jokes. But right now, as the sun was rising with a set of gentle rays to warm the world, Mal's thoughts glided back to Inara's smile, Inara's laugh, Inara--
What in the sphincter o'hell was he doing?! His own thoughts yelling at him inwardly caused him to shake his head violently, stirring himself enough to push off from where he was leaning on the doorway of the bridge to drop himself into the pilot's chair, swinging it towards the wheel for no apparent reason. Refusing to return to the thoughts he was swimming in a second ago, he let his mind wander until it settled on Kaylee. The always sweet ray of sunshine that kept Serenity's heart pounding. She had always looked to him somethin' nice, and he had always kept her close, like a brother would. Considerin' so far as he knew she didn't have any siblings either, they were each other's substitutes for brother and sister. But recently even that had fallen to the background as he had distanced himself from the crew. He wanted to explain to them that that was his way of dealing with...stuff of the troubling sort. But he never found himself able when they were all together. Dinners were silent because since the captain wasn't speaking everyone figured they were allowed to either.
He could still remember as he sniffed and cleared his throat what he had heard Kaylee say to Jayne when they were in the kitchen and he chanced to be walking close by. ”I miss the captain. I mean, yeah he's still here and all, but somethin' sure ain't right with him. He's troubled or somethin'. I just miss the sunshine Serenity had, ya know?”
Of course, Mal could have marched right in there and made every thing to right again. But instead he had decided to walk away (only to collide with Inara and have a short moment of awkward silence before he walked on), leaving his crew to wonder.
And he was tired of it. Of it all. Serenity was still flyin'.And that was enough, gorram it! Giving out a quick huff of breath, he stirred himself from the pilot's seat, stood up straight and seized the intercom radio. Today, this morning, every one would see the captain again.
Holding it to his mouth, he stared into the rising sun as it gave out a new set of fresh rays. Finally the day was here.
“Alright, you dai shàn gěi méi de. (lazy good for nothings). Sun's up, so should you be. I suggest reporting to the kitchen area for some kinda lā jī breakfast and some enlightin' discussion. If any of you even think of closin' those peepers again, so help me Doctor will have some busy work ahead of him today..."
It wasn't much, let alone sounding anything like who they all knew as the captain, but it was a start. There's work to do... Always was, always would be. Today, they were still flyin'. All of them, and that was enough...
[not too brilliant, sorry, I was just very excited to get finished with the app... Let me know if it's not good enough to pass...]
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