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 Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:53 pm
Solomon stopped in mid dance and sighed deeply, of course he had to pick a party pooper for his crewmate."Darling, Dont you worry, you think that the most advance ship in the verse leaves a trail? Dont you worry your pretty little head off." After a moment he slip his second drink and place it down again."if it will ease your consence and put you in the mood to drink with use, then by all means, do loop-de-loops for all it matters."
Solomon seen how Alisa downed Ezmay's mood and glared at her for it. So then Solomon plopped his smaller frame ontop of ezmay's thick muscular thighs. He swung a arm over her and smiled handing her another cup. "Dont you worry about that old wind bag, hes never gunna catch us in his rust bucket, be barely kept up with my clunker, and she was half the ship this is. so relax and drink with me, its never fun to do it alone my Deary."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:17 pm
"Sorry to be such a buzzkill, but I'm only stating the obvious" She said walking away and ignoring his glare. "I'll be in the machine shop if you need me" She said as she walked out the door, fiddling with her steel limb as she did so.
((This may be a short post but I'm still sick so meh))
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 6:19 pm
Ezmay's eyebrows knitted together as Solomon talked to her. When he sat in her lap, her back straightened as she gripped the sides of the seats and every muscle in her body tensed up. Ezmay glared at Solomon, and got up with out needing to push him off. She grabbed his wine and walked out as well. She didn't liked being talked to like that, as if she couldn't take care of herself, her legs pumped as she walked around the ship exploring stuff, having a lot of energy after her little cat nap and her muscles ached for activity. Her supple lips pursed as she sucked on the wine and savored the taste expertly. Hazel gray eyes watching the ceiling and walls as if they were closing in, Ezmay didn't like being in space, she felt like she couldn't breath. Maybe because there was no oxygen. And the poor city girl was a skittish creature in the first place. She settled herself on the kitchen counter, her knees up in front of her chin as she finished the wine. The clockworks in Ezmay's head were ticking has she thought up a plan to somehow keep herself out of trouble with Central and somehow survive the hard life of living with the Rebels, being a thief was getting her hurt way too much now. And who wants a murderer as their cook? She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes, as if it hurt to think about it anymore.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:05 pm
Bridgette had sat on his bed, feeling the need to distance herself from him as she could practically get drunk herself from the think smell of alcohol. People that even just staggered made her nervous. She had jumpped a bit when he grabbed her by the thigh and towards him, feeling panic for that short moment, and then only nervousness grew as he rubbed her thigh. But she continued to listen, confused as to why he would tell her all of this. When he finished she could only look away from him, pushing her self further onto his bed to bring her legs up, resting her chin on her knees and wraping her arms around her legs, staring at the ground, unsure of what to say, she wanted to say a few things. But was too scared to say them, almost.
"You're not a monster..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:49 am
 Mullins looked up at her confused, then narrowed his eyes. "Sure I am, you can barely sit within a foot from me,It fine...But most importantly, All I want is to be remembered, I never had a child, good lord I couldn't imagine what I would do to the poor lad anyways." He glazed back from port to Bridgette, He pulled his hands free and far from her person. Crossing them over his chest, Mullins seen her reflection from his window. "permission to speak freely iis granted Engineering specialist Winona Bridgette LeVurre.I wont bite, or get all heart broken over what you say." Mullins slide himself from the bed down to the cold metal deck plate.His back was pressed against the side of the bed, leaving only his shaved head just above the surface. He figured it was easier to speak honestly, when he wasnt towering over them like a giant of metal and clock work. This way the physical intimidation was greatly lessen and the cold metal helped him clear his head. Diablo " 
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 7:28 am
Bridgette looked back to him when he said her full name, not used to others referring to her like that, but he was her commodore. But she still was unsure of what to say. She had taken down her hair and was messing with it constantly like a cat grooming it self, nervous in this situation of not knowing what to say. She had felt cruel that she had assumed so much off him, yet with pity, but not feeling bad that she had thought those things, as his yelling did seem to strike fear into others. But... Bridgette still could not say anything to the situation, she didn't know what to say at all. She released her legs, moving towards the side of the bed her leaned against. She laid down on his bed then but moved towards the edge to let her arms drop down to him. She rested her head on top of his, her arms embracing him the bed she could as a bit of her dark hair followed, falling down to his shoulders. Her hands opened, showing she was not afraid to touch the "monster", and moved over his neck, shoulders and chest, moving to attempt an embrace, to show the affection of the words she couldn't say. Perhaps she understood how to speak with actions better than words. She was not one used to knowing what to say, but she had always assumed that the correct embrace would still put through her intentions and thoughts.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 10:04 pm
((Soooo what's goin on here?))
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