Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 19:51:51 GMT -5
Heaven hates a sinner
But you can't raise hell with a saint
It was hot today, not like hell but pretty close. Today... That was a weird concept in this place. With a 'day' that lasted nearly 72 hours, everyone got the chance to feel what a day in solitary confinement felt like. The daylight for day was winding down at least, with only a few hours left. The clouds had broke away a few hours earlier, revealing their bold new sol grinning down happily on the new colonizers. Funny, they called this an alien world, but the only aliens here were them.
Sweat rolled down Jace's brow, as he carried another heavy box down the path into the camp of Exurbia. There were a few makeshift shelters up, but not much, just what people had pieced together from the nearby forest and from boxes and ships that had already landed. Today Jace was given the "job" of helping transport some of the recent arrivals of supplies from the drop post into the area. What did this mean? Well, it meant he was being worked like a mule while a watcher stood by to make sure he didn't do anything dangerous. They wanted him to come to this God forsaken planet to use him as a chemist, but looks like they needed a pack animal more than a scientist right now.
”I heard rumors that you were some kind of scientist before you started that war... Is that why they didn't let you rot on Earth?” The man stood only to Jace's shoulder's, with bright red hair and freckles. A "watcher". Nobody was willing to let the man roam around freely yet, not until he proved himself, so someone was usually near him. This one was particularly annoying, like a red haired donkey. Why a donkey? Because he was an ass...
Jace sat the crate down, sweat dripping off his shoulders. He had taken his shirt off long ago, revealing every tattoo and scar his body had to offer, ”No lad... They didn' want me fer me brain ye see? They wanted me fer me savagery.” Jace stood to his full height over the man, who's eyes narrowed.
”....I'm pretty sure you're quoting a movie.” The two men stared at each other for a moment, both their eyes narrowed.
Finally Jace responded, ”Aye... but it was good right?”
”Sounded weird with an Irish accent.” The man said, shaking his head.
Jace quickly smiled and slapped the man on the shoulder, "”You're mom always enjoyed my accent.” Was he really a warmonger or a scientist? Most found it hard to believe in between the 3rd grade jokes, at least he didn't make the joke more inappropriate, "”But she was usually the one with the accent when I was done with her.” Well... He's consistent if nothing else.
As Jace began to disassemble the box he'd been carrying, he didn't hear the man behind him shaking his head... or the footsteps of him leaving as someone else approached.
Sweat rolled down Jace's brow, as he carried another heavy box down the path into the camp of Exurbia. There were a few makeshift shelters up, but not much, just what people had pieced together from the nearby forest and from boxes and ships that had already landed. Today Jace was given the "job" of helping transport some of the recent arrivals of supplies from the drop post into the area. What did this mean? Well, it meant he was being worked like a mule while a watcher stood by to make sure he didn't do anything dangerous. They wanted him to come to this God forsaken planet to use him as a chemist, but looks like they needed a pack animal more than a scientist right now.
”I heard rumors that you were some kind of scientist before you started that war... Is that why they didn't let you rot on Earth?” The man stood only to Jace's shoulder's, with bright red hair and freckles. A "watcher". Nobody was willing to let the man roam around freely yet, not until he proved himself, so someone was usually near him. This one was particularly annoying, like a red haired donkey. Why a donkey? Because he was an ass...
Jace sat the crate down, sweat dripping off his shoulders. He had taken his shirt off long ago, revealing every tattoo and scar his body had to offer, ”No lad... They didn' want me fer me brain ye see? They wanted me fer me savagery.” Jace stood to his full height over the man, who's eyes narrowed.
”....I'm pretty sure you're quoting a movie.” The two men stared at each other for a moment, both their eyes narrowed.
Finally Jace responded, ”Aye... but it was good right?”
”Sounded weird with an Irish accent.” The man said, shaking his head.
Jace quickly smiled and slapped the man on the shoulder, "”You're mom always enjoyed my accent.” Was he really a warmonger or a scientist? Most found it hard to believe in between the 3rd grade jokes, at least he didn't make the joke more inappropriate, "”But she was usually the one with the accent when I was done with her.” Well... He's consistent if nothing else.
As Jace began to disassemble the box he'd been carrying, he didn't hear the man behind him shaking his head... or the footsteps of him leaving as someone else approached.
thanks malin @ adox
