Monday, July 24, 2006

Okay people i'm having a few problems on what Mal would say to a kid pestering him. So I'm only gonna give you a few lines prior to the part i need help with, so don't hassle me about not making sense.

A small boy about 10 years old approached the deeply withdrawn Mal, who was
contemplating how long he was going to wait for this potential pilot. The boy had
obviously tried his best to clean the dirt and grime from his caked skin but nothing
could hide the boys worn hands and heartbroken eyes as he positioned himself in front
of Mal.

“Where ya headin’?” the boy questioned Mal, wiping the sweat off his brow, as he
scanned the crowd for trouble.

“Not where your going. Now scram!” Mal retorted, trying to rid the kid quickly. Mal’s
patience was being tested by both the boy standing in front of him and the lateness of
the new pilot, as he tapped his foot on the metal ramp of Serenity.

“Heard you were the great Captain Malcolm Reynolds. Is it true you killed 8 men with
a single bullet?” The boy questioned, a large smile appearing across his face, as he
looked up towards the hard worn face.

Mal’s focus remained on the crowd, hoping he could leave this red-necked planet and
collect his large booty waiting for him on Peresphone.

What I need help with is what Mal would say after that ^ (must give away his destination of Persphone)


Wednesday, July 26, 2006 6:22 PM


With the boy's words, Mal's thoughts drited even farther into darkness.

"You'd be amazed at the damage one bullet does, lil' one. Single bullet'll end an entire platoon if y'aim right..."

Mal turned away from the boy to regard the crowd again, muttering "'Sides...doubt you have the fare to Persephone anyway."

How's that?


Tuesday, July 25, 2006 3:03 AM


Jorja, I'm having a hard time with this one so if this is bad, please excuse me.

*The boy's words make Mal momentarily forget about the pilot. Hunkering down to be at eye level, Mal grins a little.
"Who's been fillin' your head with such nonesense?"
"I hear stories here and there" The boy replies, fidgeting slightly under Mal direct stare.
"Killin' don't make for good bedtime stories. Now run along, I got adult work to do." Standing, Mal adopts a fierce scowl hoping to scare the boy off.*


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