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GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 22
Friday, October 22, 2004 6:57 PM
INARAESQUE
Friday, October 22, 2004 7:42 PM
CAPNRAHN
Saturday, October 23, 2004 1:54 PM
SAINT JAYNE
Quote:Eight months previous: KAYLEE "Jayne's strong, yeah. I seen him lift a bag I couldn't even budge onto his shoulder 'n walk off with it like it were nothin' but feathers. But Mal's got... I dunno, spirit. And smarts. He just got a way of, you know, finding a weakness and never giving up." JAYNE "Spirit? Spirit ain't always a help. Sometime's nothin' fer it but to use raw power. An' I figure I could take anyone on this ship when it comes to strong armin'." Mal, sitting next to Jayne, pushes his empty plate away from him, the scraping and clattering drawing the attention of everyone seated at the dinner table. They might as well have issued and accepted a challenge, and Jayne falls silent at this realization. MAL "You show me a time where muscle is the only way to get something done then, Jayne." JAYNE He chews and swallows the bread in his mouth as he thinks. "Arm wrestli'", he answers. Now there was something he knew he could beat the captain at. MAL "All right then, we arm wrestle." Mal's right arm take position on the table top. Jayne's moves in to meet his with a clap, and still other hands clear the table around them of empty plates and cups. Jayne cracks an evil grin. Mal is about to get a schooling. From his point of view. But that point of view is not the popular one at the table that night. Kaylee rushes over to cover the clasped hands, and with a cry of "go" she lets them free. All eyes watch the initial wavering, then the slight teeter against Mal's push. Jayne's smile only grows in satisfaction. MAL "Eehhhhrgh... This is such a drain on my weak... uh... little arm." Uh oh. Mal was talking. That was just as bad as cheating. "I'm not going to be able to... to polish all them... floor panels. After... you win, Jayne..." Their eyes lock together. Jayne doesn't have a good feeling about this. "I guess... you'll have to... urgh...do that... for me." Jayne's smile has faded, and his arm hangs motionless against Mal's. Seconds pass while Jayne studies Mal's expression and pieces his options together. Like his daddy always said, being a winner is fine, but what are you really winning? Jayne's arm snaps backwards and clubs against the table top. He immediately pulls it back with a sour look, snatches his dishes, and walks them over to the kitchen.
Sunday, October 24, 2004 4:10 AM
CHANNAIN
i DO aim to misbehave
Sunday, October 24, 2004 2:15 PM
Sunday, October 24, 2004 4:44 PM
MERCEDESTROY
Sunday, October 24, 2004 4:57 PM
Sunday, October 24, 2004 6:01 PM
Sunday, October 24, 2004 7:56 PM
SQUEE
Monday, October 25, 2004 6:05 AM
Monday, October 25, 2004 7:05 AM
ASTRIANA
Monday, October 25, 2004 7:55 AM
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004 9:31 AM
GEEZER
Keep the Shiny side up
Tuesday, October 26, 2004 10:58 AM
MANIACNUMBERONE
Tuesday, October 26, 2004 10:59 AM
Tuesday, October 26, 2004 11:36 AM
Tuesday, October 26, 2004 1:02 PM
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004 2:00 PM
DECOY
Tuesday, October 26, 2004 6:51 PM
Wednesday, October 27, 2004 2:15 AM
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Quote:Damon sits slouched in the big chair across from the even bigger desk, looking somewhere between bored and pissed off. Principal Hall sits straight, hands folded on his desk, looking down at the eight-year old with a stern frown as he continues his spiel… "...completely inappropriate language in this school, especially to your teacher. Now this is your last warning young man, the next time you..." Damon suppresses a sigh. How many times has he heard this go se from this guy? So he nearly made Mrs. Klein pass out- so what? He wishes he could tell this guy exactly how much he doesn't care but that would only result in getting his parents involved- a disaster waiting to happen. So he sits quietly and holds his tongue. "...is that understood?" "Yes, Mr. Hall, never again."
Wednesday, October 27, 2004 2:32 PM
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