#fireflyrp

Our lives are stories, waiting to be told In search of silver linings, we discovered gold And   judgement   taught us that our hearts were wrong But they're the ones that we'll look down upon

"Someone wanna tell me where in the ruttin hell we are!?"

Jayne managed gruffly, right hand lifted to the back of his aching head. Fingertips, met with the feeling of warm liquid. Thinking back he couldn’t remember anything, apart from the feeling of something large colliding with him, the world around him going dark. Only to wake up, wherever the hell he was.

"S’right mess in here and I ain’t even had a go at the place." Jayne commented as he stepped into the hold. The ship had taken a right beating in the last few hours, a beating was lucky for em all. If there was a god he knew they’d have all died had it not been for Wash’s fine flyin’. Not that Jayne would ever admit it, but he was glad they had someone like him around.

"What was I needed fer exactly? Cuz m’bunk and I had some qual-eh-ty time planned so if there ain’t anything I’ll jus’…"