Sloth incarnate.
That's what those two were.
Jet walked through the set in Tharsis on his own after getting mumbled directions from a sleeping Faye. These were the times when he'd miss Ed most. Whenever he left the ship Ed would want to go along with him no matter how early in the morning.
He decided to let Faye sleep only because she looked like she really needed it. He knew she hadn't really slept properly since Spike had gone awol. Otherwise he would have dragged her along with him to Tharsis by her hair. He was too used to company now. He hated to be alone. He also hated the way he got stared at whenever he was seen wandering crowded streets. It wasn't just because of his arm, which he tended to forget about from time to time. He was head and shoulders above everyone else. He had this jagged scar on his face. He frightened people. Usually it came in pretty handy but when it came to times like this, when he would have been happy to blend in with the crowd, he loathed his appearance. At least if Faye or Spike were here he could look freakish along with someone else.
He scratched at the top of his head and stumbled out of the way of a group of crew members all dressed in black turtlenecks and ballcaps. They were too far away by the time he realized that he should have asked them where he could find whoever was in charge. Tharsis was the same as he'd remembered it from a few months back. Sort of a mish-mash of different cities from old Earth. If he liked cities, he'd probably like it here.
He grabbed a danish from the catering table as he walked down a narrow alley, following another group of crew members. The alley opened onto a sun drenched street. Cranes with cameras were set up all over the place as two cars raced over a slope in the street a la Bullitt. The cars both bounced momentarily in the air before hitting the ground and continuing on their way.
"Stop! Fuck! Can't anything go right," a voice seeming to boom from unseen loudspeakers shouted. The two cars screeched to stops kicking up a hell of a lot of dust. That's when Jet saw the Spike double get out of his car. Jet smirked. He really does look like him. Across the street he could see another Spike drinking a bottle of mineral water. This is too weird.
Jet watched for a few minutes, trying to take it all in.
"They're going to need you in make-up soon," a voice behind him chirped. "Mr. Akaido is not going to be happy if things don't go according to his schedule."
"Who?" Jet turned his head slightly to see who was beginning to push him back down the alley. A small East Asian girl with thick glasses had both her hands on his back and was shoving him towards some trailers set up at the other end of the alley.
"Don't push it. He's really in a mood. He wants all the doubles in make-up and on call."
Jet decided to go along with it to see where it would take him. "Er...when can I get to see Mr. Akaido?"
The girl chuckled and removed a hand from his back to push her glasses farther up on her nose. "Very funny. If you get to see him once through the whole filming I'd be mightily impressed. He doesn't talk to any of us. He thinks he's Big Brother, sitting up in his booth yelling at us through those speakers. Go right on in. Makeup's waiting for you." She gave Jet one final shove towards the trailer, turned on her heel and rushed off.
Maybe they can figure out a way to get rid of these dark circles under my eyes, Jet smiled to himself.