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Post by kelly on May 18, 2010 21:40:08 GMT -5
Kelly walked into the kitchen if anyone wanted to call it that, the ship was stilled docked in Persephone. It was a long room, with a long table and some chairs. A long counter and a sink. Kelly opened a package of a food container he had bought back in the market. The ship was still grounded, a few people were to show up as crew and a new smuggle job, a person. Jack Trigger to Londinium. Kelly had heard of him before, some young kid thinking he knew how the world spinned. Kelly smirked at the thought, kids so stupid. Mostly the ones with their heads so far up where the sun didn't shine, they wouldn't know a reaver from a preacher.
Kelly waited for the container to heat up before he brought it to the table wit ha fork and sat down, it was chicken, atleast he hoped so. Swallowing it not really tasting anything. He cracked open a Chinese beer, taking a long drink. He leaned on the table with his elbows, his cat-like blue eyes watching his container like it was going to run off. His eyes then flickered to the doorway. He noticed the person right away and went back to eating. He sat at the left side of the table in one of the six chairs. Wearing a white beater and black pants, Kelly shuffled his black boots along the floor to under the chair before he looked back to the doorway.
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Post by alice on May 18, 2010 21:48:28 GMT -5
Maria has just left the pilot's quarters, she'd been watching him carefully, as she was slightly paranoid that they wouldn't follow her orders. But yet, here they were in Persephone. Just like she asked. Thank goodness. She'd been asked to come here to pick up a young crime boss, since her ship specialized in un-liscensed, highly illegal, cargo. Jack. At least she thought that was his name.
She had decided to bring Kelly ashore to pick him up, if he would have it. She could use the muscle, not that she couldn't handle herself, but a little help never hurt anyone. She passed the kitchen once, but then backtracked when she realized Kelly was inside eating. She took a position up in the doorway, looking at him.
"Would you like to come with?" she asked, reaching into a pocket to pull out a home rolled cigarette between her lips, not yet lighting it.
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Post by kelly on May 18, 2010 21:55:13 GMT -5
Kelly rolled his eyes as he spit out the "chicken" he pushed his chair back, it made an echo in the kitchen as he swallowed the last of the meat, it was horrible. It reminded him of the crap his mother attempted to make at one time in his childhood. He licked his dry lips as he grabbed the bottle of Chinese beer. Rounding the table he walked to the doorway taking a long drink as he reached into the back pocket of his pants, pulling out his pack of smokes. Bringing the pack to his lips he managed to pull one from it's slip "ya sure" he stated simply before shoving the pack back into his back pocket. He followed Maria down the hallway.
Kelly lit his smoke, taking a long inhale before tossing the match down into the grate of the floor. He removed the smoke to exhale from his nose before taking another drink. That was his plan tonight till Jack arrived tomorrow, get drunk and pass out in his quarters. Seemed like a good idea, they wouldn't be off into the black till tomorrow. They had to wait for this Jack punk kid and two new crew members. Kelly hated "new" people. Hell, he hated most people.
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