Fragile as Glass
Disclaimer: LXG and its characters are not and never will be under my ownership. But I thought I'd have fun with it anyways.
Authors Note: I used poor class British terms for Skinner. If someone has no idea what some of these words mean, please tell me.
The echo of waves and hard rain made Sawyer's ear ring in light pain. Nemo read through their list of materials and ideas. "I think more padding would be a good idea Captain."
Nemo took off his spectacles and dropped them on the navigating desk. "For more safety?" Sawyer but his index finger in his right ear, "No. My one ear is delicate to echoes."
Nemo in thought looked out the window, "How about a canvas for the top?"
"Like Teepees."
"Yes. Can with stand water, no really bad echo noise." Nemo puts his spectacles back on. "And easier to take off."
"Or we can keep it attached and fold it down." The echoes got louder causing Sawyer's face to wrinkle. Nemo added in to their list, "I am ready to draw these ideas."
"Can I pick the paint color?"
Nemo nods his head in yes, "You can tell me on a sunny day."
"Thanks." Sawyer leans his head to the right with his palm covering his ear. He leaves the room into the main passageway where it's more quite. Something wet is on his hand; he took it away from his ear. It's a little bit of blood, "Shit!"
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What little amount of tools Mina brought on land spread all over the table (the only furniture they have in the hut). "To think in these Victorian times," Mina's fourth attempt to light her budson burner, "They would at least use animal hide for roofing." The long grass roof dribbled water on the top of her head.
Mina slams the flam starter down, "Alright then." She looks around like an animal in new surroundings. "Must be an inventive scientist," she repeats to herself, thinking for a solution to this nonsense.
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Skinner sat at a small round table, drowning another pint with a cigar between his gloved fingers. A bar maid, a young African, came up and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hello nipper." Skinner placed the empty glass to the side, "You mind coming back with a refill luv?" He took a few pound notes out of his coat pocket and stuffed it in her dress. "Thanks." She kisses him as she grabs the glass. Skinner reclined in the wicked chair, staring out the open door way. The once busy dusty road is now an abandoned mud pit except for one person walking. The man looked familiar; he's older, facial hair, dirty but for a shinny rifle over his right shoulder. Skinner took off his glasses; but the man is still there, coming this direction. "Allen?" Skinner closed his eyes, when he opened them the man was gone. He rubbed the top of his forehead and giggles, "I'm starting to become to brained."
Disclaimer: LXG and its characters are not and never will be under my ownership. But I thought I'd have fun with it anyways.
Authors Note: I used poor class British terms for Skinner. If someone has no idea what some of these words mean, please tell me.
The echo of waves and hard rain made Sawyer's ear ring in light pain. Nemo read through their list of materials and ideas. "I think more padding would be a good idea Captain."
Nemo took off his spectacles and dropped them on the navigating desk. "For more safety?" Sawyer but his index finger in his right ear, "No. My one ear is delicate to echoes."
Nemo in thought looked out the window, "How about a canvas for the top?"
"Like Teepees."
"Yes. Can with stand water, no really bad echo noise." Nemo puts his spectacles back on. "And easier to take off."
"Or we can keep it attached and fold it down." The echoes got louder causing Sawyer's face to wrinkle. Nemo added in to their list, "I am ready to draw these ideas."
"Can I pick the paint color?"
Nemo nods his head in yes, "You can tell me on a sunny day."
"Thanks." Sawyer leans his head to the right with his palm covering his ear. He leaves the room into the main passageway where it's more quite. Something wet is on his hand; he took it away from his ear. It's a little bit of blood, "Shit!"
*******
What little amount of tools Mina brought on land spread all over the table (the only furniture they have in the hut). "To think in these Victorian times," Mina's fourth attempt to light her budson burner, "They would at least use animal hide for roofing." The long grass roof dribbled water on the top of her head.
Mina slams the flam starter down, "Alright then." She looks around like an animal in new surroundings. "Must be an inventive scientist," she repeats to herself, thinking for a solution to this nonsense.
*******
Skinner sat at a small round table, drowning another pint with a cigar between his gloved fingers. A bar maid, a young African, came up and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hello nipper." Skinner placed the empty glass to the side, "You mind coming back with a refill luv?" He took a few pound notes out of his coat pocket and stuffed it in her dress. "Thanks." She kisses him as she grabs the glass. Skinner reclined in the wicked chair, staring out the open door way. The once busy dusty road is now an abandoned mud pit except for one person walking. The man looked familiar; he's older, facial hair, dirty but for a shinny rifle over his right shoulder. Skinner took off his glasses; but the man is still there, coming this direction. "Allen?" Skinner closed his eyes, when he opened them the man was gone. He rubbed the top of his forehead and giggles, "I'm starting to become to brained."