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[Owen Nicholas Knightly]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Owen was not exactly the most awake person at the moment. His insomnia was getting the best of him and he had barely slept the last few nights. When that happened, eventually he would just crash. Then he'd sleep almost twelve hours and nothing could wake him. Owen wasn't sure what set off his insomnia nearly a year ago, but it wasn't pretty when he didn't sleep. Slouched on the worn couch in the common area, a yawn stretched his face out. There was nothing wrong with closing his eyes for a minute or two.

The crew was up and about doing there duties. Planning out the next job, making sure the engine purred and staying on course. Owen should've been long gone from the boat awhile ago but he sort of found a niche on here. For now. When he was needed, Owen would help out as a spare hand. He didn't get paid, just he hadn't been asked for money for his room. He still bought his own things and even contributed to the food. When his money began to run low, then he would leave. He didn't really have any serious ties here so it could be done easily.

As he dozed, Owen could faintly make out someone in the room. Prying one eye open, he couldn't see them in his line of site. This let him close his eye again, crossing his arms over his chest. Until he felt a smack on his feet. "What in the gorrahm verse is your issue?" Owen sat up quickly to look at the person who was bothering him.

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[Dave Cassidy]

Dave gave Owen a mischievous wink before saying "Dont'cha know you got your own room on this boat, boy?" before looking at the young lad, his chest out, and hands on his hips - probably one of his more intimidating stances, for a man over 6 and a half feet tall - his short-sleeved top showing the new tattoos tracing the recesses of his not-inconsiderable biceps.

He held that pose for a second longer before laughing and saying "Ah, its nay bother lad, I doze off in here meself, sometimes." with a wave of his hand before reaching into a cupboard, more for something to do than anything else.

[Owen Nicholas Knightly]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Owen grumbled under his breath. Of course he should’ve expected it to be Dave. The man was always walking around bothering people. usually he stayed hidden away but not today it seemed. ”Yeah ‘cept I kind of enjoy pissin’ y’all off. Plus I look ta ma duh kuh ai doing it.” He wiggled his body down to continue taking up the entire couch. His normal playful smile played on his lips, his teeth showing through slightly. People picked on him for being the pretty boy back home so Owen just played into it even more now. Just because it sent a lot of eye rolls and was plain old funny.

Breathing in through his nose, Owen swiveled his body to sit up before rubbing at his eyes. it did get easier each day learning to live on little sleep. ”I’ve been here how long and I still ain’t used to sleepin’ in a flying box.” His short shaved head shook as he let out a loud yawn. ”Why’s yer ugly mug gracin’ here so early in the...whatever.” Usually the crew was about making sure things ran smoothly or talking amongst themselves. It’d be a lot later from this moment before he’d see them. Unless his lack of sleep was getting to him that much.

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[bishop]

The all too familiar sound of the Colonel's footsteps echoed through-out the ship. His steps were heavier than most, sometimes creeping into a march: old habit. He was dressed down today with just a t-shirt and some cargo trousers on. They had to get the boat ready for landfall, and that planet would creep up soon. As he almost marched into the common room, he saw that once again Dave was up to his usual tricks. "Intimidating people again?" he blurted in Dave's direction with a small chuckle.

As John lifted a cigar toward his mouth, he pulled out a lighter, "If you want some more ammo, let me know before we land." he instructed Dave before turning toward the youngster. The lighter flicked to life and the end of the cigar started to burn and smolder. With a small grin, the Colonel puffed on his cigar. "How you holdin' up in our little home." he inquired as he produced two cigars in both directions of the men. Sure, the colonel was sometimes a hardass: but no-one could claim he wasn't generous.

[Toni Star]

It was odd for her to feel this sort of bubble of excitement that bubbled up in her chest today. She wasn't really sure what she was looking forward to. Apparently they were going to land planetside. Normally she didn't care for big cities or their various odd jobs or whatever but today she hoped to get to a junk yard and root around for some useful stuff. That is if she could get the Colonel's blessing.

Sure the ship was running pretty smooth at the time being but who knew when the next time her baby would crash in burn while they were in the black. She hummed softly, wandering through the ship, dragging some wires with her and tapping her wrench against her leg as she walked. Now where was everybody hiding? It had been a couple days since she'd left the engine room, having only come out to eat. She wondered what everyone else was up to right now.

Her stomach rumbled and she let out a deep sigh, knowing she ought to stop by the kitchen and find something at least edible to satisfy her. Her mouth watered slightly, thinking of all the things she could pick up while planetside. Her ears perked and she paused outside the common room, hearing voices. Grinning almost Cheshire-like, she wandered into the room and plopped herself down on Owen instead of trying to find her own seat. "Am I the only one who actually works for her keep around here?" She teased.

[Owen Nicholas Knightly]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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When the Colonel came about, you knew it was a party. The guy came off as very much a hard ass but in reality he wasn’t that bad to be around. Owen made sure not to step on his toes so there hadn’t been any real issues between them. Tucking a hand under his head, his hopes of napping were long gone at this point. ”Nah Dave’s not that scary. He’s like a pussy cat.” He was sure to get hit for that one but so be it. Men would be men and everyone would get over it. Taking in deep breaths, he fought off the edges of grogginess. That’s how he lived most times was in a haze of sleepiness. Only when he drank himself into sleep did he find any relief. What he may have to do before another job if he was asked to help. Sleeping medications weren’t cheap, making booze the best choice.

While he rubbed his eyes, a weight dropped onto his figure. Of course Toni would bother him instead of sitting down in a chair. ”Ai Yah Tien Ah! Why? I cannot support all this weight.” Owen was merely teasing as he pinched playfully at his best friend’s sides. The girl could be such a bother at times. ”Well seeing as I am only a passenger, technically I don’t haveta work. Unless Colonel here needs help with the next job?” Owen didn’t care either way but he looked up with a mix of seriousness and amusement in his eyes.

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