Gather ye demons

I sin but i've paid more than ten thousand graves

”You're not supposed to leave camp Jace.” Two men came walking in to the drop point, one walking very quickly and the other following a short distance behind as if watching over the other. The deep, smooth, and calm voice (obviously trying to avoid a scene) came from the man in back.

”Oh aye? And wha' the hell am I supposed ta do lad, keep staring at every damn rock in the place? I've been starin' at the bloody things for three damn months!” The man in the lead turned around and spoke, quite a bit louder as his heavy Irish accent drowned out most of the conversations nearby (obviously trying to cause a scene).

”You haven't been here for three months...” The man spoke calmly, placing his hands behind his back. The two men were roughly the same size, which was to say quite large, but the way they held themselves was quite different. The man with the deep voice held himself in a way that even from a distance one would assume he was likely a Watcher. The other held himself in a very unique way, his posture and behavior almost seemed to suggest he was ready to fight; all the time.

”I've named every damn one o' them... And Carl is a hell o' lot friendlier than you boy-o!” Ever since the spacecraft landed on the foreign planet, most people had been so shocked about what had happened and why they left, that everyone got along fairly well. It seems that adversity brought people of all color and creed together... Which is likely why the few people who were at the drop point were watching the scene with a bit of surprise, confrontation wasn't something that were expecting.

The two men stared at each other in silence for a moment, the quieter of the two glanced around before calmly speaking once more, ”Fine, you can walk around, but don't go far.”  As the man finished speaking, he nodded knowingly to a large metal bracelet secured firmly around Jace's right ankle.

The Irishman bowed slightly at these words, ”Thank ye fer givin' me permission ta walk, mother.” Despite the aggressive tone and general profanity of Jace Maddox; just because he was rude and insulted someone didn't mean he disliked the person. In fact sometimes it was his perverse way of showing he did like them, but he also did it to people he didn't like because hey, equality right?

As soon as the Watcher stepped away, Jace turned around and walked a bit further in to the drop point. There weren't many people there, but several were watching him; whether because of the scene they just witnessed or they recognized who he was unimportant to him. The rest seemed to be waiting for something, talking with one another and pointing to the sky. Though there conversations were obviously about when the next ship would drop down or when more of their supplies would come, the feeling Jace got from them was different. They weren't waiting for more people to see if they were alive, they were waiting for more people to not be alone... So they could feel like all of this was worth it. It was a pitiful state. Not that Jace cared! Well maybe a little, or a lot, but there wasn't much he could do about it and he was about the worst comforter in existence.

So for a few moments Jace walked through the sand in this way, watching at the people as they watched the sky. As he stopped walking, he realized he was standing beside someone who was laying flat on their back. Jace stared down curiously for a moment, though he had to admit, if you were going to come to the Drop Point to stare at the sky, it was smart to put yourself in a position where the sky was all you saw. He was a short distance from the woman, which he assumed was far enough to not make her uncomfortable, maybe... who knows really, he was always piss poor at the whole "personal space" thing, ”Comfortable?”

Gather ye demons

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

As the woman sat up, Jace was able to better take in her features. No, he wasn't checking her out, he was simply admiring the physique of his fellow Earthly survivor. Definitely not admiring her body. It was important to know who was fit, and able to fight and take care of themselves should the need arise. After all, only dogs simply walked up to a woman and checked her out without even getting to know her and well... Who was he kidding? Woof.

”I noticed... Seems ta be a whole planet worth o' room.” Jace wasn't going to refuse her offer. With a quick glance behind him, he saw that the man who had followed him here had apparently left. Not that it mattered, that damn bracelet shackled to his ankle made sure he never got too far. Jace dropped roughly onto the sand as the woman introduced herself as "Zee".

”Well, bloody good ta finally meet ye Zee! The names Y.” Did it matter if she got the joke, better question, did it matter if she thought it was funny? Not really, a good percentage of every joke Jace cracked was for him alone. In his mind, he was laughing right now; he was his own best audience. It wasn't until he sat down next to Zee that he realized just how much smaller she was than him, not just in height, it was cute; like a little puppy... Like a little alphabetical puppy.

Jace sat there in silence for a moment, much like a teenage boy with ADD; staring at the sky, then at Zee, then around him. After being cooped up in prison for so long, it was so liberating to be in the open. Which made it even more hellish that he couldn't actually go wherever he wanted, ”So eh... What the hell are ye staring at lass?” He asked kindly. Jace enjoyed being around other people, a lot! It felt new to him almost, but it had been so long since he had been able to that he wasn't always sure how to converse normally... or without swearing.

Gather ye demons

I sin but i've paid more than ten thousand graves