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trans_92011-07-30 11:50 pm
craaazyisland) wrote in trans_92011-07-30 11:50 pm
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Get up, get back on your feet [OPEN]
The Bleed looked a lot the same whether you were looking at it upside down or right side up. Good to know.
Steve was sitting on one of the chairs in the obs deck... slouching, really, a typical teenage slouch, his head tilted off to the side and his hair hanging in his face as he stared out the window. He was fighting off the end of one of his dizzy spells, the ones that always hit about an hour after his weekly treatments in medbay. He looked a little more pale than usual, and a close inspection would notice the greenish veins trailing up his left arm towards his tattoo, but the spell was finally passing and he'd be back on his feet in a little bit.
He already knew from past experience that there was little point in trying to exert himself until it was over... otherwise they might find him unconscious in the middle of the mess hall again. That had stirred up a few conspiracies about what was really in the food, and was really more trouble than it was worth. He didn't want to freak out Kaylee, either, particularly when she'd been so nice in helping get him situated in the Engineering department.
Yes... for once, Steve didn't have a whole lot to be cynical about.
Hell, it might even be safe to make some small talk with him.
Steve was sitting on one of the chairs in the obs deck... slouching, really, a typical teenage slouch, his head tilted off to the side and his hair hanging in his face as he stared out the window. He was fighting off the end of one of his dizzy spells, the ones that always hit about an hour after his weekly treatments in medbay. He looked a little more pale than usual, and a close inspection would notice the greenish veins trailing up his left arm towards his tattoo, but the spell was finally passing and he'd be back on his feet in a little bit.
He already knew from past experience that there was little point in trying to exert himself until it was over... otherwise they might find him unconscious in the middle of the mess hall again. That had stirred up a few conspiracies about what was really in the food, and was really more trouble than it was worth. He didn't want to freak out Kaylee, either, particularly when she'd been so nice in helping get him situated in the Engineering department.
Yes... for once, Steve didn't have a whole lot to be cynical about.
Hell, it might even be safe to make some small talk with him.
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"Somebody around here has to speak out against all the potential bullshit," he said with an unapologetic shrug.
"Anyway. Just ignore 'em. Most of them are idiots anyway."
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"Yeah."
He stared out into the Bleed.
"So, why the staring into space?"
Guess what, Steve! He's bored! And he's selected you to entertain him.
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"Because I don't feel real hot right now," Steve admitted, seeing little point in lying. He shrugged his shoulders. "I like to sit here and stare out the window because it's less creepy than anything inside the ship I could stare at."
"Don't worry. I'll be okay in a little bit," he assured him, just in case he was worried.
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"It's weird, but even with how huge this ship is, it's starting to feel like I've most of the interesting things to see. All that's left to find is something tucked in some little cubby hole that wants to eat everyone's faces off."
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Steve glanced over his shoulder with an annoyed glower on his face. "It's like this ship was built to be an advent calendar of pain."
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Then, in a slightly off-key voice, he sang quietly, "On the twelfth day of meatmas Stacy gave me to me / a face-eating, carnivorous treeee."
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Look, Kon, being cynical and sarcastic is fun!