Starling Angelli
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Some people think I'm crazy, but what does that mean they are? Sane? Well...Maybe...
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Post by Starling Angelli on Mar 27, 2006 18:50:04 GMT -5
She smiled at the girl and moved closer to watch the videos. They were very amusing to watch and rather nice as well. It was nice to see that there was still good people out there...if only some could have warned River's parents about the suspiciousness of the Alliance schools. If only someone had made them listen, maybe everything would have been ok and River would be just a happy girl. Instead she was stuck in this whirling world. But she had to thank them for one thing, without that situation she never would have met River, she would have been caught, alot of bad stuff would have went down and she would never had made a friend. So all in all sometimes things just played themselves out in funny ways.
Nodding slowly at her words she bite her lip a bit before looking towards the door way. "I hope so...I mean.." her nerves were rising a bit and she lifted her hands to face palm out in the air as she turned her attentions back towards River. She seemed to be riverting to some apologetic stage as she had before. "It's not like I want to stay on this ship with you all..I mean..well Im just another mouth to feed and another burden to bare that your crew doesn't need. Not to mention they dont seem to want but I mean...with a friendship with me you guys could have some pretty interesting things. Not that Im egotistical or anything. I just mean..well if you guys ever need help when Im let off...you always have a person to come to. Though I'm not sure how Id help you.." she laughed gently and looked about again. Nice little room River had here.
"I have faith you two will get through this..and everything will be normal again." she smiled again per usual and went back to watching the hologram of a video.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Mar 27, 2006 18:50:25 GMT -5
“You lost son? – Engine room is in that direction…” Mal pointed to the rear of the ship, indicating that he was none too happy with seeing the newest passenger on Serenity just waltzing wherever he pleased. He watched as the man smirked. Clearly he didn’t like the guy, or the way he was eyeing up on Kaylee. “Kaylee!,” he shouted, following Tucker into the engine room, “what is the status on our gorram Grav-stablizer? Are we ‘bouts ready to take off yet?” This was a typical Mal maneuver. Re-direct his frustrations out on other topics. Time was of the essence, but not so much that he had to get all huffy with the crew. His eyes glanced over to Fox’s smirking grin again before he shoved past. ”We work before we play; you best let our new friend here know that before I catch him luxuriating when there is work to be done.”
He took his leave of them after that, making his way down toward the med bay and the guest quarters. They were different than where the crew slept, the doors sliding to the side and resembling Asian design as opposed to the utilitarian feel of the crew bunks. As he passed the first one, Shepherd Book emerged; his hair was braided tightly against his head, drawn into a severe knot at the nape of his neck. “Anything I can do to help make our new guests feel welcome?” The old man’s voice was warm. It always reminded Mal of child-like feelings, like opening a favorite narrative and riding on the back of a luck dragon, or finding buried treasure with a savvy crew.
“Nothing doing Shepherd. - I was just on my way to get acquainted with our latest. You needn’t worry we’ll get you to Haven on schedule.” “Time is irrelevant Captain. I’m just sorry that our paths have split so soon… honestly I’m just starting to feel my age,” he leaned forward a little, a sparkle in his dark eyes, “now isn’t that something for a man to admit.” “Indeed it is, Shepherd… indeed it is…” Mal wasn’t a god fearing man, but he and Book got along well enough. The Captain saw a kindred soul in the old man, and on occasion he would share that commonality with subtle phrases or sidelong glances. Reynolds wasn’t a fool, Shepherd was just a man like him; a man in need of redemption - Malcolm had just chosen the path of accepting himself for the monster he’d become.
He nodded to Book and then continued to walk to the sleeping quarters shared by River and Simon. Ducking his head inside, he leaned his arm against the frame of the door, looking toward the young woman with scrutiny. "It's not like I want to stay on this ship with you all..I mean..well Im just another mouth to feed and another burden to bare that your crew doesn't need.” “I won’t argue that,” Mal admitted, “but River spoke well enough for you, and contrary to the popular vote round here I’m not always an evil lecherous hump. You needed passage and that strange bout of whatcha-call-it you mixed up in our fuel cells sure as hell put you on the side of my better graces. So way I see it, you make good on doing your part, keep your nose outta trouble and I don’t foresee as we’ll have a problem.”
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Starling Angelli
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Some people think I'm crazy, but what does that mean they are? Sane? Well...Maybe...
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Post by Starling Angelli on Mar 27, 2006 18:50:57 GMT -5
She was about to continue on in her little business. Of well having a nice chat with River, about what she wasn't quite sure but for now River was her only friend. Well maybe some of the other crew sort of didn't mind her but for the definition of friend River was it. And that suited Starling just fine. She was used to having either no friends or very few friends, and she liked it really.
Suddenly though before she could say another word or comment about something to do with the videos, they were shut off and a voice came from the doorway. Letting her eyes raise she stopped them on a man she remembered from earlier as being the Captain. They hadn't really talked much or well didn't get aquainted at all so with a sudden beaming smile Starling stepped up to him with her hand held out in greeting. "I don't believe we really met...I'm Starling Angelli. You must be...Captain.....Reynolds, Malcolm Reynolds right?" but before she got an answer he continued on in his words and she nodded along with them. He was a bit well uptight and stiff but she was sure it was just some sort of suit it had to wear. Or she slightly hoped.
"Of course sir, and the whatcha-call-it mixture is not expensive or hard to find the stuff for at all. So if you guys ever get low you know where to find me..I'm bunked in the closet" she laughed gently just well in her usual kidding mood. And ok maybe now wasn't the best time to be trying to joke a bit. "But on a serious note. I want to say Thanks for taking me on. If it makes you feel better any questions you have I can answer..well to the best of my ability. But OH.." she suddenly stated loudly before rummaging into the bag she was still carrying and bringing about a container of some type of food. Opening it up she took a fork and shoved it towards the man. " Tell me what you think Eh. I took the liberty of taking some of your mess hall samples and combining them with a bit of my own little things. I call it...Slarp"
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Post by Kaylee Frye on Mar 27, 2006 18:51:28 GMT -5
Kaylee pushed back some of her hair as she studied the grav-stablizer one more time. It looked good there. It made her smile to know that they had parts to fix Serenity up with. This ship was her home. The first moment she’d stepped on it she’d fallen in love with it. She’d been so excited to join up with the crew, fly in space long as she could keep her in the air. It’s what Mal had said. Hand ran against the metal part as she turned, blinking to the entrance of her Captain. “Got her all in place, Cap’t. Rest I can do when we’re in the verse.”
Eyes watched him glare after Fox and shifted his weight. Kaylee pushed away from the parts and ran dirty hands against a small rag. Puffing a few strands away she looked back up towards him. “I just sent him to get a few parts is all Cap. Thank you though…Serenity was in bad need, I hated to see her that way.” Part of her hated to see Mal that way too. Like a broken man. Something she couldn’t fix. Kaylee knew how protective of the ship and crew he was, and that he didn’t like being put into tough situations. Bringing this new young man on board, and another girl, probably wasn’t his idea of a good plan. Kaylee sighed as she watched him walk away.
Moving softly down the hallway she climbed the stairs to the level of the bridge, placing a hand on Wash’s shoulder she smiled. “All ready Wash. I’m sure Mal is about ready to get off this rock…” Kaylee liked Wash, there was just something about him. They got along well. Then again Kaylee got along well with everyone for the most part. Wash had a sense of humor and she liked that, he tried to keep serious moods a bit lighter. Turning she walked back down the hallways and navigated towards the hatch, catching Fox on his way back up. “Mind getting those parts in?” The young mechanic kept moving until she heard talking, turning to look seeing the new young woman and the Captain, and she was extending something out towards him. Her brow quirked as she moved forwards. “I told Wash I was all set. Just up to you Mal. Hi, I’m Kaylee.”
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Jayne Cobb
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Boy, it sure would be nice if we had some grenades, don't you think?
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Post by Jayne Cobb on Mar 28, 2006 20:32:38 GMT -5
Jayne Cobb was a bad ass. He had learned from an early age that if you wanted something, you had to get your hands a little dirty. So he hired himself out to the highest bidder, never giving a thought to the work he was paid to do. Until he met Malcolm Reynolds.
The Captain wasn’t much to look at, maybe a little scrawny compared to Jayne’s rather impressive bulk. However, there was something shrewd and calculating in the man’s eyes and he never backed down from a fight. That was one thing Jayne admired- backbone and there was plenty of it onboard the Serenity.
He asked himself from time to time why he stayed, when the pay was sporadic and he could do better elsewhere. Hell, he could do better by capping Reynolds- he’d had plenty of opportunity to- as the Captain had plenty of enemies in the ‘Verse. There was one other thing about Reynolds that Jayne respected- the Captain would never shoot a man in the back.
Truth was, Jayne had become bored by doing the standard head-cracking-knee-breaking-sniper-shootin’ crap Mercs were known for. At least with Serenity, there was no such thing as monotony: they had some pansy doctor with his lunatic sister roaming loose and to boot, there were two more strangers on board. He didn’t like the guy- Fox or Bear or whatever the hell his name was- and the girl looked just as crazy as River.
“There ain’t no ruttin’ way I’m going to be nice to them,” Jayne muttered to Zoe as he stripped off his body armor. “I ain’t feelin’ in the friendly way.”
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Zoë Warren
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Take me, sir. Take me hard.
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Post by Zoë Warren on Mar 28, 2006 21:42:24 GMT -5
Zoe gave Jayne a sidelong glance as she unstrapped the armor protecting her torso. Jayne wasn’t a social creature under the most ideal of circumstances and she certainly didn’t expect him to take well to the strangers, especially since she had her own misgivings. Underneath, Zoe and Jayne weren’t all that much different- they both knew their jobs on the Serenity, knew how to handle weapons and make sure the others stayed alive. Where they differed was obvious: Zoe was civil, though guarded toward newcomers where as Jayne tended to terrify them, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
In his own way, Jayne was a two-legged, muscle bound slab of security that could wield a mean knife and handle any type of gun. Zoe wouldn’t trust him any further than she could throw Serenity. Slamming the door shut on the equipment locker, Zoe gave Jayne a tight-lipped smile.
“Keep up the great public relations while I go talk to the Captain,” she said before heading toward the stairs.
Jayne straightened up and scowled in her direction. “Hey! What about the ruttin’ fuel cells? I aint’ doin’ that by myself!”
“This won’t take long,” she called as she descended the stairs to the lower decks.
She found Reynolds chatting with their new acquisition. He was doing his best to get out of trying something the girl called ‘Slarp’. Clearing her throat, she waited until he looked at her. “Captain, may I have a moment?” she asked, her body automatically straightening and her shoulders squaring. It was an old routine, one the years had failed to break her of. The only thing she had stopped doing was saluting Mal.
When the Captain had turned toward her, she curled her fingers against her palm, fighting not to fidget. “May I have that word in private please, sir?” She caught the relieved look in Mal’s eyes as he followed her out into the corridor and hit the button to shut the door. He folded his arms over his chest and looked at her expectantly. “It’s River, sir. She’s really taken to the woman we picked up and I’m not sure how much we should trust her, considering River and Simon are fugitives. Frankly, her idea of food frightens me as well.”
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Starling Angelli
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Some people think I'm crazy, but what does that mean they are? Sane? Well...Maybe...
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Post by Starling Angelli on Mar 28, 2006 23:51:03 GMT -5
She wouldn't move towards the Captain, oh no she didn't want to get shot on the first date. Smirking to herself she waited for him to accept or decline. There was footsteps outside the doorway before a girl came in not much younger than Starling herself. Smiling brightly to the girl she gave her greeting. "Hi there..Starling's my name. At least that's what my mother called me."
Suddenly her beam faded though as another woman she remembered from earlier, the one who let her stay really and who she needed to give her thanks to eventually came into the scene. She asked for the Captain and a private word leaving the three younger girls behind. Starling gave a bit of a pout and looked down at her latest creation, what she called Slarp. Shrugging slightly she took a bite of the slightly solidified substance, that really didn't look all that appealing at all in its little purple texture. When she swallowed, her beam seemed to return and she brightened up again. Attentions were then drawn to Kaylee. "So you are the Mechanic right? You are pretty young to be a Mechanic...but of course thats only going by normal standards in which I don't. So I'm going to assume that you are fantastic at what you do and that when you said we are ready you meant that the grav-stabalizer's you all came for are put into place. Fabulous! A ship can't run without em after all. I give you Kudos for a job well done." Starling sometimes didn't know when to stop talking, or when to not even at all. But the girl seemed nice enough from what she gathered and she well in returned seemed a bit to energized as well. Before long her brightened smile and expression turned to a inquisitively worried one. " You did use that fuel accelerator substance I gave that Wash fellow right? It can come in really handy..."
Slowly her eyes dropped to take a glance at the weird substance in her hands again. What a preculiar shade of purple was her first thought. Then her gaze lifted quickly to Kaylee and with another well placed smile offered the bar out towards her. "Slarp? It's pretty good..well I find its really good. Fills you up pretty fast though.." her brows knitted together a bit and again she rampaged a bit speaking to herself mostly. "Wonder what I did to make it do that..hmm..maybe it was those berries..or that funny little white powder...whatever it was next time I might just use a little less.."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Mar 30, 2006 19:14:37 GMT -5
“I want to say Thanks for taking me on. If it makes you feel better any questions you have I can answer…well to the best of my ability.” “Much obliged. When we have a bit more time for socializing I will be taking you up on that offer.” Tentatively Malcolm took the fork, his brow wrinkling in apprehension at the off-the-cuff title for what he was about to consume. His eyes glanced down at the cube of ‘food’ with mistrust. The protein bars that made up a majority of their foodstuffs was already pretty horrible. Even with the embellishments that were of usual allotment; spice, freeze-dried vegetables and mass-produced ‘meat’, he didn’t want to imagine how all of that would taste with yet another reconstitution. Leaning a little forward he sniffed. His mouth parted to accept the nondescript blob, his face awash with unmasked reluctance. "…Wonder what I did to make it do that...hmm...maybe it was those berries...or that funny little white powder...whatever it was next time I might just use a little less.."
Mal hesitated on sampling. Lips pursing as he worked hard at trying not to look repulsed. But before Mal was forced to manufacturing a “valid excuse” not to try it, the moment was interrupted by his first mate. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, glancing in Zoë’s direction. “Will you excuse me?” Following her to the bulkhead, he leaned against the railing, listening as she began elaborating as to how she felt about the newcomer. He listened in earnest, waiting for his turn to make a comment on the subject; his tone of voice softer and more easy going then was likely expected. “I do appreciate the concern Zoë you know I’ve always trusted your gut when it comes to sizing up a situation. I think our main concern at the moment is workin’ just how much River has told her about our goings on - and what, if anything, we are to do about it. I’m all for River’s new biddable facelift but conversely, if she shifts back into fragmented brain-pan babble about her troubles with the Alliance… I don’t know how long I’ll be sitting pretty letting her compromise the safety of my crew.”
Thoughts turned to the day that River and Simon first joined up with the crew; of the Fed that had also bartered for passage on Serenity. He remembered with wry bitterness the look of Kaylee’s face when, in desperation, the Fed had shot her in the abdomen. He could have made the decision them to turn the Tams over to the Alliance. He’d refrained on the sake of saving her life but there wasn’t a day that went by he didn’t ponder how things might have turned out had he followed his gut on Simon and left he and his sister-toting-crate back on Persephone. “I know I don’t need to be the one reminding you about how close we came to losing our Kaylee last time I let strangers on my boat. For now I think it’s wise we keep our expectations to a middle." He walked toward the cargo hold with the fierce warrior woman, pausing at an intercom upon hearing Wash’s voice make mention of Badger’s men being outside. He depressed the chipped button on the CB-styled mouthpiece.” “Duly noted, thank you Wash.”
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Post by Kaylee Frye on Apr 3, 2006 14:04:21 GMT -5
Head bobbed softly towards the Captain and Zoe who were standing near by when their other new passenger stood and smiled straight towards her. Kaylee was always nice to folk, and sometimes ran her mouth in a cheerful manner, but the way this girl carried on even shocked her slightly. Blinking eyebrows arched skywards. "Wow, did you even breath? That's amazing, I'd probably have to take about two." Slender grease covered hands rubbed against the back of her coveralls. Head nodded as long bangs fell down against her forehead, she smiled at the compliment about fixing Serenity. This ship was her home and she loved it. It was her good girl, hadn't let her down yet. "Serenity lets me know when somthings wrong, if I can I fix her up. We're just lucky we found that grav-stabilizer." Eyes glanced down slightly, she knew what Mal had done for her, for Serenity. And to keep the boat running was the best way Kaylee could think to repay him.
"Yes, I got it all mixed in the fuel cells. We'll see how it works once we get in atmo and on our way." She smiled slightly again. Form of the young mechanic shifted slightly as the girl a little older than herself extended the mixture. Studying the purpleish mixture Kaylee glanced over towards Zoe and Mal who were deep in whispered conversation. She wouldn't be getting any help from them in that manner. Still she didn't want to be rude to the new girl. Sticking her finger into the corner of the container she scooped up a little of the "slarp" eyeing it wearily for a moment. Drawing in a breath she closed her eyes and stuck her purple covered finger in her mouth. "Hm... aint that bad. No strawberries though."
Anyone on that boat knew Kaylee's indulgence was strawberries, she loved those sweet little fruits. Smiling again she looked at Starling before hearing Wash over the com about Badgers men. Then a bellow from the loading bay. "I better go help Jayne with those fuel cells." Turning Kaylees boots thumped lightly against the metal ground grates that led to the bay of the ship. Jayne was down there muttering to himself about the new folk. About Simon and River. She came up behind him slightly. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to be nice once in a while, Jayne."
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Post by River Tam on Apr 28, 2006 1:47:44 GMT -5
The truth was, River knew there were going to be problems with bringing this one on the ship. She knew it all too well, but this one could help, unlike the others. River shook her head defiantly at nothing and then squinted her eyes. Starling was gone and she was alone and now was a time to investigate things.
There are things scarier than crazy people you know… and that would be crazy people who can take you down in one move… and scarier at that, when these said crazy people walk as if they were nothing, leaving no sounds or footprints in the dust. That’s why some of them were scared, that was River-and when she got like that, she was deathly silent. River was like that now, moving through the halls and listening to what people were saying-but what could she use to her gain?
“It’s River, sir. She’s really taken to the woman we picked up and I’m not sure how much we should trust her, considering River and Simon are fugitives. Frankly, her idea of food frightens me as well.” it was the warrior woman, Zoë. River liked Zoë truly, but she would never tell anyone, possibly it was because this hard woman was married to nice dinosaur man… or possibly because she looked very exotic to River… either way she liked her privately. However the conversation caused her to stop and blink listening in.
Then she heard mean man Mal…. Her body stayed curled by the door as she crouched and listened. I do appreciate the concern Zoë you know I’ve always trusted your gut when it comes to sizing up a situation. I think our main concern at the moment is workin’ just how much River has told her about our goings on - and what, if anything, we are to do about it. I’m all for River’s new biddable facelift but conversely, if she shifts back into fragmented brain-pan babble about her troubles with the Alliance… I don’t know how long I’ll be sitting pretty letting her compromise the safety of my crew.”
Fragmented brain-pan babble? River must be good now… this is the only play Simon can be… we can be. I must be good. She went over it over and over in her head. She would try, try her damnedest to be good and not piss off the captain. River took a silent breath and closed her eyes, a single tear ran down her cheek as she heard what Mal said after, about Kaylee and the near-death incident… River must be good now.
Wash walked in and said something, River ignored the dino-man before walking away and towards the room her brother was in. Eyes shone as she looked at Simon. How could she tell him she would be better. Silence was the answer-she would be silent yes.
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