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Post by Grace Forjacks on Aug 23, 2009 20:45:09 GMT -6
"That was Charlie Ellis, and you're right, he's not bright. But that's what happens when your mother huffs glue when she's pregnant. " It was a bit cruel to say. For all she knew, Charlie's mom was a decent woman who'd never huffed glue a day in her life. But somebody was to blame for Charlie and his far-too-thick skull and peanut brain.
Grace ran her fingers overtop Enan's hair. He was cute while half-asleep. Most of the men she slept with never quite managed that. "Sorry for waking you up."
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Post by Enan Breese on Aug 23, 2009 21:15:56 GMT -6
He made a small laugh, he could very well be a victim of a stupid mother. Or he could just be one of those socially awkward people that just never really gets it. Then they're stuck with horrible social skills and just get on everyone's nerves.
"Eh, it's fine, I probably would have gotten up soon anyway." he replied, "I've still got a doctor's schedule drilled in here." He pointed to his head. "It'll probably take some time for that to go." He shifted and and made a small smirk. This might not be so bad, the ship and it's people on it, are kinda growing on me... Well some of the crew.
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Post by Grace Forjacks on Aug 23, 2009 21:49:58 GMT -6
"Space will kill that pretty quickly. We try to stick to a 24 hour schedule, but it's hard when there's nothing happening. You're going to catch up on a lot of sleep." And that was going to be the next week in a nutshell. The weapons were ready, the blood was harvested, and there was nothing to do but wait until they hit Nox.
There were ways to combat the boredom. Movies, music, anything media-based was good. Cards and darts were great ways to socialize with the new crew. And exercising in the cargo bay. If the stairs weren't in the way, you could run laps around the saucer. You could still do it, but you had to duck through the engine room to keep from having to turn around, and that was sometimes an obstacle course.
She stretched out, curling her toes as she did. Her shirt rode up and she scratched idly at the mass of scars on her stomach. Quillan probably wouldn't have breakfast made for another hour. No point in getting up if there wasn't anything to eat yet.
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Post by Enan Breese on Aug 24, 2009 23:16:28 GMT -6
He could see how he'd need to slowly keep himself busy with various things. Life on a ship could get boring if you didn't have things around to do. He'd probably attempt to find something to read later on. He could download a few books onto his eInkr.
He watched her quietly and decided he couldn't resist any longer. He propped himself up and over Grace. He made a mischievous grin, leaned in and kissed her neck.
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Post by Grace Forjacks on Aug 24, 2009 23:35:45 GMT -6
"mmm." She returned his grin. Yet another advantage to kidnapping handsome doctors. Most other captains didn't get to have nearly this much fun. "I take back the sorry. I'm glad I woke you up."
Grace set a hand on the scar on his side, rubbing it. It was a rather nasty looking thing, some sort of long-healed burn. But it had a certain sort of attractiveness to it. All scars did. Grace couldn't help but be fascinated with them and how pale and thick they could be. There were surgeries to get rid of them, of course, but why would you?
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Post by Enan Breese on Aug 26, 2009 23:36:56 GMT -6
He made a soft but mischievous laugh at her comment and kissed down and along her collar bone. How many men in his situation could resist this? Waking up beside a rare woman such as her.
He felt her hands on his side with his scar, she seemed to be slightly attracted to it. He didn't mind, just was a little bit confused. She seemed to be the type that would be more attracted to danger and a little bit of chaos, given what she chose to do. He really wasn't much of that. He was just a kidnapped doctor with a bit of a shaken past. She must see something in him that he can't.
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