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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 18, 2010 19:43:50 GMT -8
When you cant run
YOU CRAWL
And when you cant do that ************************* ”Thanks, Mal,” Holly said, taking Mal's hand. He smiled at her. So his words had finally gotten through to her. That was good.
"Well, there you go, now." he said encouragingly.It made him glad that he was helping, even if it was just a little. The small smile on her lips... it was hope, promise. He wanted to see that blossom. She was such a pretty girl, and and that little smile seemed to lite up the forest. To see it in full bloom would probably blind Mal with its beauty.
Malcolm was always the fatherly figure in peoples lives, it was role he was used to, and he played it well. He was always there for the people around him. And, he was basically the oldest human man on Earth. As far as anyone else knew, anyway.
Of course, that last part could be a downer sometimes, as he loved to live as if he was young again, but he knew better. Thirty-five was a good age, Gave him wisdom and the ability to look at things with an air of experience. Sometimes the things that came out of his own mouth reminded him of his grandfather. That old man was wise and smart... well, more like a smart-ass. The man had a crazy sharp wit, and he was always making some dig. But still, the man was a genius. And as much as he loved to make a pun once in while, he was wise and seemed to know everything. And he was kind. Mal hoped to be half the man his grandfather was. Just... not as old. Not yet.
Yes, being the fatherly figure suited Mal just fine. It gave him the opportunity to help those around him without any further complications. To get close to people, to be able to freely care about them was something Mal loved and cherished. He wouldn't give that up for anything.
"C'mon, darlin. Lets get you dry. Its getting cold, and that jacket cant be helping all that much." He said, nodding at the jacket that was still around her. Keeping her hand in his own, he began to lead her to the camp he had set up. Back to safety. ************************* You find someone to carry you ************************* Word Count:368
Tagged: Holly Mae Smiths
Muse: Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly
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Post by Holly Mae Smiths on Nov 19, 2010 1:34:48 GMT -8
 ”With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore.”*******************************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~************************************************"Well, there you go, now." he said to Holly. Holly nodded a little and squeezed his hand a little. She liked him, he was kind and had managed to cheer her up a little, and not many people could do that once she got upset. Her mother had been one of them, along with her father but more her mother. With just one hug from her mother she’d stop crying and cheer up instantly. But she hadn’t had a hug of her mother in years, and she had settled with the hugs of the people she knew before they had died.
She sighed when she thought about her parents, just two more people that didn’t deserve to die but had. The most important people in her life had been taken away from her at such a young age, and every since, the people who had become important to her had gone the same way. All of them, dead.
"C'mon, darlin. Lets get you dry. Its getting cold, and that jacket can’t be helping all that much." he said to her, nodding towards the jacket he had placed on her shoulder. It was, sort of, but now that Holly got thinking about it, she was cold. She hadn’t really noticed before because she had been wrapped up in her own thoughts. She shivered violently when he started to pull her away, she walked with him, hoping that maybe if she did a bit of walking she’d warm up. She wondered where he was pulling her to, faintly remembering that he’d mentioned some sort of camp nearby. She started to wonder now after thinking what he was doing out here at this time. Walking about the woods in the dark was dangerous for any human.
”Mal, what were you doing out at this time anyway?” Holly asked him as they walked. She kept looking at the ground and shining her torch down so she wouldn’t fall.
That would be a great end to a great day, she thought sarcastically to herself.
************************************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******************************************* ”And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye.” Lyrics: Cut by Plumb
Word Count:339
Anything else: Sorry its so short, I really had no idea what to put so I threw in some random stuff! xD
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 19, 2010 20:43:27 GMT -8
When you cant run
YOU CRAWL
And when you cant do that ************************* She squeezed his hand, and Malcolm smiled. She was going to go with him now. That was great, really. He was glad she'd finally listened to some reasoning, and he could see the hope in her eyes. He was going to fulfill that hope, even it it killed him. Though, he doubted his death would benefit her in any way. Probably would just make matters worse. But that was a thought for another time.
"Mal, what were you doing out at this time anyway?” Holly asked him, and he laughed. He continued walking toward the camp he'd set up, talking as he spoke.
"Looking for you, of course! You see, its my job to look for and bring back surviving humans to the Main Station. Though, I really dont have to bring them back, more just keep them safe. But most have never heard of the Station, obviously unlike yourself, and they are always excited by the idea of other humans out there.
"So I'm out in this forest a lot, looking for humans who are silly enough to come here. For reasons unknown to me, they seem to like to come out here more at night than they do during the day. But what they cant seem to wrap their little heads around is that those vampires are nocturnal creatures, and so are at their best during the dark ours of the Earth. And, being human as we are, we're at are weakest at night. So naturally you would assume my job would be most useful during the day. But it isn't so, unfortunately. Thus the nighttime stroll, which you so happened to catch me on." He grinned at her.
It wasn't long until they'd reached the campsite he'd set up. The ground underneath the tarp was mostly dry, and he ushered Holly under the large grey sheet. Then he turned on one of the battery powered lamps he'd had, bringing light around them so he could see. After that, he moved toward the box of things he'd collected over the months, all stuff that he'd found useful, and pulled out two towels, then tossed one over to Holly. "Might want to dry off, deary." He said with a kind smile, and then turned to another box he had.
Mal had set up this campsite over a year ago, and it had slowly accumulated to a small living space. He had food, shelter, water, and everything he needed for his own survival, as well as enough equipment for three others (It was a very rare occurrence when he came across more than three people). He sometimes spent months out here, and it wasn't to terribly uncomfortable for him. Sometimes the main station was a bit... much for him. Being here was a good thing for a clear head.
"Want anything to eat, Ms.Holly? I have tuna, granola bars, jerky, Pocky-"Now, how did that get in here?"- and things such. Help yourself to anything. Got water and a few juices in the other box there." He motioned his head towards a third box sitting next to Holly. "Theres also sleeping bags in the tent when your ready to hit the sack. Blue one is mine. You can take your pick as to which one you prefer."
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Tagged: Holly Mae Smiths
Muse: Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly
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Post by Holly Mae Smiths on Nov 20, 2010 3:39:40 GMT -8
”With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore.”*******************************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~************************************************ "Looking for you, of course! You see, its my job to look for and bring back surviving humans to the Main Station. Though, I really dont have to bring them back, more just keep them safe. But most have never heard of the Station, obviously unlike yourself, and they are always excited by the idea of other humans out there.
"So I'm out in this forest a lot, looking for humans who are silly enough to come here. For reasons unknown to me, they seem to like to come out here more at night than they do during the day. But what they cant seem to wrap their little heads around is that those vampires are nocturnal creatures, and so are at their best during the dark ours of the Earth. And, being human as we are, we're at are weakest at night. So naturally you would assume my job would be most useful during the day. But it isn't so, unfortunately. Thus the night-time stroll, which you so happened to catch me on."
The smile on Holly’s lips got a little bigger.
”So, that makes me what? A Silly human?” she asked.
When they reached his camp, she glanced around at it. This guy defiantly knew his stuff. Well, then again, so did Holly when vampires were tearing up her camps and killing her friends. She held back tears again and stepped under the large sheet, saving her from the rain which was getting lighter a little. It seemed to be going off. Holly tried to catch the towel but managed to drop it because of the heavy bag on her bag, nearly falling over in the process. She picked it up, a blush forming over her cheek bones.
"Might want to dry off, deary." he said to her.
”Thanks,” she said as she dropped the bag from her shoulders, sighing in relief as the weight was taken from her shoulders. She slipped his jacket from her shoulders and passed it back to him, nodding. ”Thanks for that,” She padded the back of her neck and her face to dry herself off. Her clothes weren’t that big of a deal. The coat had taken most of the rain and the clothes beneath were only damp, apart from her trainers and the bottoms of her jeans.
"Want anything to eat, Ms.Holly? I have tuna, granola bars, jerky, Pocky and things such. Help yourself to anything. Got water and a few juices in the other box there. Theres also sleeping bags in the tent when you’re ready to hit the sack. Blue one is mine. You can take your pick as to which one you prefer."
”Thanks,” Holly said, slipping off her wet coat. ”But I’ve got my own stuff, and I don’t want to waste your stuff. Sorry if I’m being rude.
She bit her lip. Holly glanced down at her knuckles and sighed, realising now how stupid it was to actually take on a fully grown pine tree. She opened the top of her rucksack, relieving a messy packing. She had done it in a rush and whilst been blinded by tears. She wiped away quickly another tear as she found her first aid kid sticking out from underneath her spare torch. She closed the rucksack and set the box on top of it, opening the little green lid. There wasn’t a full set of medical equipment in here since she couldn’t get her hand on any. But, there was sterile wipes, and anti-septic pads and a bandage. Her knuckles would be fine in no time. She used the wipe to get rid of the blood and hissed in pain when she cleaned her knuckles. It stung! She quickly covered the still-bleeding knuckles in the pad and then wrapped the bandage around her hand and the pad to keep them in place. The gashes on her knuckles were deep - she’d hit the tree quite a few times – but she didn’t have any stitches, besides, she didn’t know if they needed any, she wasn’t a doctor! She glanced at Mal as she tucked the end of the bandage underneath another wrap to keep it in place. She shoved the first aid kit back into the bag and closed it up before sighing and pulling a bobble out of her pocket to tie back her hair. The smear of blood left from her hand on her cheek bone had dried by now, but not before the rain had caused light pink trails down her cheek.
************************************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******************************************* ”And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye.” Lyrics: Cut by Plumb
Word Count:757
Anything else: Sorry for how completely random that is, I have no idea what is going on with the medical stuff and shit. I did like an award in class when I was like 11 and its stuck with me! xD
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 21, 2010 6:14:51 GMT -8
When you cant run
YOU CRAWL
And when you cant do that ************************* [blockquote ]”So, that makes me what? A Silly human?” Holly asked, and Mal smirked. "I suppose it does. Then again, I guess it means I'm one to, eh?"He noticed that Holly dropped the towel, but he didnt after his help, because the second he could have, she was already picking up the towel and drying herself out. He gave her a nod to her thanks. "Dont mention it."”Thanks, but I’ve got my own stuff, and I don’t want to waste your stuff. Sorry if I’m being rude." She said, and Mal shook his head. "Dont worry about it darlin. Just letting you know its there if you need it. I dont mind sharing. Thats what this place is for, after all." Mal said to her, smiling. He was about to pull out a med kit for Holly, but, again, she seemed to be fine without his assistance. She was bandaged up within only a few minutes. "Did a good job there. Must have been out here a long time to learn how to fix yourself up that quickly and efficiently." He nodded to her hand. Mal dried himself off then, running the towel through his hair and over his arms. That was about all he needed to do, anyway. The cold never bothered him to much, though Mal did prefer the heat. It was a much better environment, heat. In his eyes, anyway. Probably had something to do with growing up in Texas. Lots of heat there. "Now, I suppose, in most civilized conversation this would be about the point where I would return the question about your being here in the woods. Thing is, I believe you've already answered that inquiry." He sat down on the dry ground, not caring much about how it might make him dirty. What did it matter, anyhow? "So, Ms.Holly, why don't you take a seat and tell me something about yourself, hm? I't'd be nice to get to know ya." His eyes flickered to the pink lines that ran down her cheek leftover from wiping her face earlier. "Got a little something on your cheek there, darlin." He said, motioning toward his own face in the same spot the blood was left on hers.[/blockquote] ************************* You find someone to carry you ************************* Word Count:368
Tagged: Holly Mae Smiths
Muse: Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly
Clothes: Click Heeeeeeere!!
Anything else:And sorry this post is soooo bad. I'm not sure how to get my muse back... some one obviously thought it would be funny to shoot it, and now its all scared and wont come out of hiding... |
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Post by Holly Mae Smiths on Nov 21, 2010 6:40:39 GMT -8
 ”With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore.”*******************************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~************************************************“I suppose it does. Then again, I guess it means I'm one to, eh?" he said. Holly laughed a little and shook her head a little.
”So we’re both silly humans,” she said, drying her hands with the towel. ”Nothing wrong with being a little silly.
”Don’t worry about it darlin. Just letting you know its there if you need it. I don’t mind sharing. That’s what this place is for, after all." he said to her, smiling.
”Yeah, I guess,” Holly said to him, smiling also and drying the front of her neck. She sighed a little. ”Do you find a lot of people out here then?
"Did a good job there. Must have been out here a long time to learn how to fix yourself up that quickly and efficiently." he said after watching her sort out her hand. Holly wasn’t a paramedic or anything like that, but she’d learnt herself some first aid over the years. It wasn’t hard since she’d managed to get her hands on some old human books about first aid.
”Well, yeah, sort of,” Holly told him whilst he dried himself off. ”Just bits and bobs, I don’t know a lot. Just the basics.”
"Now, I suppose, in most civilized conversation this would be about the point where I would return the question about your being here in the woods. Thing is, I believe you've already answered that inquiry." he said once he’d dried himself off. Holly looked up at him, grinning as she brushed her long fringe out of her face. She hadn’t had her hair cut in years and even her fringe was beginning to end up the same length as the back of her hair. She sat down on the ground a moment after he did, not really caring about the muddy ground since her trainers and the bottoms of her jenas were already muddy and wet.
"So, Ms. Holly, why don't you take a seat and tell me something about yourself, hm? It'd be nice to get to know ya." he said as Holly set the towel to the side of her.
”Myself?” Holly asked, raising both eyebrows at him. ”Well… erm… I like a lot of music. Do you like music? When it came to personal questions, Holly was stuck. She had always kept her own feelings, dislikes and likes to herself, having told herself that if she kept her distance from people she wouldn’t be hurt if they died, the exact opposite to what she had done only days ago.
"Got a little something on your cheek there, darlin." he added, montioning on his cheek to where the blood was smeared on hers. Holly touched her cheek and pulled her hand away to see drying blood on her finger tips.
”Thanks,” she said, a light blush covering her cheek bones. She grabbed the towel and wiped off the blood with her bad hand.
************************************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******************************************* ”And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye.” Lyrics: Cut by Plumb
Word Count:487
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