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[Arabella Hart]

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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A yawn escaped Arabella’s lips as she dragged out of bed. They had been planetside for maybe a couple hours but she had stayed hidden away in her room. She hadn’t slept well the night before and most of the crew was off early to go have a business breakfast. Plus throughout the day they were going to be moving things for Haven to some other ship. That meant she didn’t have to get up early to make breakfast for the crew. Instead she could lay around in bed then come out here to make some food for whomever didn’t venture out onto Persephone. Right now she wasn’t sure who had or hadn’t. padding into the kitchen, Arabella’s hands ran through her curls to gather them up into a messy bun.

Ever since coming to this ship a week ago, she had spent many hours cooking. Usually breakfast for those who wanted it. Then she’d help out with lunch as most people fended for themselves. Everyone got hungry at different times. But she’d make lunch and bring them to people such as Wash Jr who had to fly this ship or Kaylee and Tristan who would lose track of time in the engine room. Dinner was her time to really get everyone together. Tonight she would be making something for two crews. At least she got a small bit of the fare knocked off. Enough to where she could drag out her passage another two months while she figured out where to have them land her. At least she was making friends here. Some odd friendship had formed with John and she found herself much more relaxed around him. River’s quirky charms made her laugh because she stayed so sweet and youthful in her years. Tristan was just completely weird to be around. Arabella never knew what to say to the man as they both just stuttered about a conversation.

Later she’d be going to get a small amount of groceries. Some fresh produce for tonight’s meal. After that Malcolm said he’d give her some money to go shopping after leaving Persephone. Better for her. Even though it wasn’t in the core it was close enough to where she felt uncomfortable around here. As she rubbed at her eyes, she opened the fridge. There was some bread in there to stretch out it’s ability to be eaten. Grabbing the container, she set it on the counter. There was plenty of dehydrated products and nuts as well. Grabbing the powdered eggs and milk, she figured she’d make some French toast. There was cinnamon in stock and though it’d be plain she just wanted something in her stomach. As she fired up the small stove, she sprayed the aerosol butter. While Arabella preferred fresh ingredients, being on a ship everything was dehydrated, aerosol, canned or easily frozen. She could still work with them which is what made a good cook. As the stove got fired up, she mixed up everything in a bowl before dipping the bread in it. When the food met the skillet is when she tossed her sweater aside, already dying under it.

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Scamandro's stumbled into the living area, dressed in the clothes that he'd been wearing the day before and smelling like the alcohol he'd been drinking. But surprisingly that wasn't what was causing his less then awake state. Switching between sleeping in his bed while in space and sleeping in his bed while they were planet side was enough to shake loose his usual sleeping pattern.

As usual he'd taken to the drink, and eventually fallen into a drunken oblivian. Now he was up and atom, and hoping there was something edible in the kitchen. He was heading out to check out the local drinking scene and he wanted some food in his stomach before he quenched his thirst for booze, possibly broads and whatever business he could drum up for his new friends. Hell, he might even pick up a few bits and pieces to help teach Bella a new skill or two. He didn't know why, but he'd been getting on really well with his fellow passenger, despite their differences. She'd begun to loosen up around him and he hoped to continue the trend.

Speaking of the devil, he was pleasantly surprised to see her working away in the kitchen. Everyone was off doing whatever the hell it was that they did when they were planetside and John wasn't sure who, if anyone, was still aboard. The surprise seemed to cut through his grogginess and it dissaperated for a few moments. "Shouldn't you be out there enjoying yourself?" He wondered aloud pleasantly, his tiredness and grogginess seeping through slightly.

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[Arabella Hart]

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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Whenever she had to wake up to cook it was like dragging her feet. She never slept more then three or four hours at a time. If it wasn’t because she was afraid of waking up to drunken hands at her shirt. And other time it was because she was used to odd schedules with cooking. Usually after she made the crew food she’d go back to her quarters and sleep a little longer. After a week of that she’d finally crash and sleep ten or eleven hours. Those nights nothing could wake the girl from her stupor. As long as it was whatever job the crew was doing then things would be fine. She had knew clue what was going on and didn’t care. If they had been legitimately hired or not was their thing; Arabella would stay completely out of things. All she was here for is to cook and find someplace to call home.

Arabella looked up as John semi-stumbled into the area. An amused look came across her face as she shook her head. Good thing she had heated water for the instant coffee. Pouring John one, she placed it on the island. "I will once I get food in the bellies of the people left around." She wasn't a fan of going out on her own at first. She had to take the time to tuck her hair in a cap and prepare a list so she wasn't out too long. Despite it being the border Alex and others often traveled out here. They would come out looking for people to help as others left. All Arabella needed was one person to recognize her. She couldn't really ask anyone to go with her since no one knew her story. Plus the crew was spending time together before Haven left the ship.

As she mixed up the powder eggs and water she tilted her head. "You going to change before heading out? Or do you just expect some girl to get with your sloppy self?" She teased. Her and John had struck up an odd friendship. Arabella wasn't a girl for romance really so it was hard to get that aspect. As long as John didn't touch her then things were ok. Whenever he or any many touched her it was an instant panic attack. Grazing of hands when passing food out she could handle but that was about it. People in the past thought she was a spaz because she would almost shuffle out of the way when a guy got too close. The only one allowed that close was Alex but that was a different story for another heartache.

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Scamandros would recover eventually. He usually did. It was just a bit annoying living through it until his natural defences and a cup or three of coffeee kick started his system. Sometimes the life of a drunkard wasn't the best.

John smiled as best he could as he picked up the cup of instant java. Taking a sip of the brew he grimaced slightly and made a mental not to buy some better instant coffee if he wasn't going to be living on the ship. "By the looks and sounds of this crew, that may take a little while. But their loss if they miss out right?" Cup of Joe in hand, Scamandros swivelled a seat so it was facing the kitchen and dropped himself in it. "Was thinking of going to pick up some supplies or something today if you want to come along or something?" Scamandros hadn't been included in the good by celebrations for Haven, but a few bottles had been purchased, traded for and otherwise lifted from his crate. Not that he actually minded as that's what he'd brought it aboard for.

John took another couple of sips of the god awful coffee before replying. "Don't worry, love. I'll be doing the three S's and chuckin' on a change'a gear before I head on out." His smile was slowly beginning to reach its usual standard as he talked, fighting through the fog that was his mind at the moment. He'd not been able to figure out his friendship with Bella, but he'd shrugged off as one of the happenings of the 'verse. John figured that it would go where it would and he wasn't going to push anything. "But you look like you could do with a few z's yourself."

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[Arabella Hart]

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Watching his face, Arabella couldn’t help but laugh. Most of the instant stuff around ships were less then tasty. Once she knew he wouldn’t toss it everywhere(as if he ever did) she’d add her touch to it. Arabella always liked to add a little cinnamon and a dash of sugar to her own coffee. It’s not like milk or cream was readily available to add to the black brew. Over the years she had to learn to improvise. Concentrating on dipping each piece of bread in the liquid mixture, she shrugged her shoulders. ”I’m only making a small amount. Just enough for a couple people. Half the crew has already left.” They had left rather noisily-not that she was currently asleep-and had to do with them getting work. Since she cooked for them, she heard the talk of some sort of job. Not that she cared what they did for work. It was their business. As long as no one found out about her and sent her away to her grandmother, Arabella just went about her own business.

Setting the dripping pieces on the flat iron, she resisted the urge to like the sweetness off her fingers. Even if they were dehydrated, raw eggs were dangerous. They didn’t have all the cleaning and inspections of earth-that-was. ”Actually the captain gave me some platinum to go buy supplies. We could go together. Can’t buy much fresh which leaves me room to go other places.” Sometimes you could find meats that were canned. They were never as good as the real deal. When on the border planets you could buy things like fresh meat cheaper. If you went right to the rancher and offered a little extra money to chop and wrap stuff up, you could make the beef last for two months if smart. But that would also require something like forty to fifty platinum to part with which could be better used on things like fuel.

Tilting her head to the side, the last of the bread she planned on preparing were placed on the worn piece of metal. ”Three S’s. I think you’ve lost me again.” Sometimes her naivety shone through very easily. Even joking about him trying to get some action made her a little nervous. yes, she had had sex before the rape but it was something one wasn’t supposed to talk about. A woman was never to discuss such intimate details with anyone-not even family. Arabella still stuck by that. It was hard at times when the crew so easily talked and joked about such things. At some point she’d feel more at ease with it. Like she was feeling at ease around John despite usually not trusting men. Rubbing at her temples, she kept a careful eye on the low heat that was cooking the sweetened breakfast. In a minute or two she’d have to flip them. ”I don’t really sleep much at one time. After gathering things I’ll take a nap.” Truthfully she was afraid of sleeping for long periods along with the inability to because of the odd schedule she always held. An irrational fear like the one of guns and all men.

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Scamandros grinned slightly at Bella's laughter. It wasn't often that she did that, so it was a rare pleasure to see her even smile. "That's right, laugh at the poor unsuspecting coffee drinker." He put the cup of Java back on the bench figuring he'd work his way to finishing it. "That doesn't surprise me one little bit. But then again, I'd probably sleep through a cattle stampede given half a chance. Almost did that once. Remind me to tell you about that sometime." He'd been hearing tale of a job over the last day or so when he'd accidentally stumbled in on a conversation or two. Acting a bit drunker then he was at the time had garnered a bit more information, but he was certainly interested. But that was the future. He was talking to Bella now and he was trying to focus his groggy mind on that task.

"Sounds like a decent plan. I'd be more then happy to accompany ya." Agreed John happily. He always liked the company when he went out, and Bella was the only person other than Haven that he'd had much in the way of interaction with on the boat. He preferred his stuff fresh if he could get it, but it sounded like it was going to be the canned gunk again. "Might chuck in a few platinum of my own if it's of any help." He offered openly.

Scamandros laughed again. "I do that a lot, don't I?" He asked slightly amused but not insultingly. "It stands for s***, shower and shave. And by the sounds, smell and feel I need all three." He didn't mind explaining stuff to Bella since they seemed to get on so well, even if some of the stuff seemed a little crass. And though he still made jokes about getting some, she seemed a little put off by it so he'd toned it down as much as he could. "I'm kinda the opposite, I sleep quite a lot at once. But I'm a naturally lazy so that may be part of that." He stated with a shrug. In truth the alcohol probably helped with that, but John wasn't about to admit that...
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