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Inara Serra
The Ambassador
 
18th-Mar-2009 07:08 pm - Client 5
:c
...I'm not going to die...
7th-Mar-2009 06:46 pm - Client 4
wtf
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天晓得....


What I wouldn't give for a bow right now....


Does anyone have a weapon they can spare me? I'm skilled in most types of combat so anything anyone has to spare is fine with me.

At the moment I'm in the kitchen with a butcher knife but I don't think that will be sufficient should any of those things catch on to my hiding place.

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At least they're better than Reevers...
3rd-Mar-2009 01:33 pm - Client 3
:c
....Excellent....just when it was starting to become tolerable here....

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狗屎

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I want to go home...
23rd-Feb-2009 12:40 am - Client 2
tch
...I suppose it might be a pain for some people, especially those who don't have experience with this sort of thing...

But I feel at home at the moment...It's odd, but the fact that the House is, for lack of a better term--levitating, makes this imprisonment seem a little more bearable for the moment.

The lack of basic utilities is just like those days when Mal would be too cheap to replace the coils in the electrical system or the pipes for the water and Kaylee would have to improvise. Which usually ended up failing.

...Not even the rationing of food bothers me that much. It just reminds me of the strict dieting that is undertaken in the training houses...

If things keep going this way, then maybe it won't be so bad to consider this a well deserved vacation after being stalked by Alliance assassins and Reevers...

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If only the rest of the crew were here....particularly the ones who are no longer here nor there...
16th-Feb-2009 04:17 am - Client 1
tch
流口水的婊子和猴子的笨兒子。

...Why can't I ever just follow my instincts for once? I knew I shouldn't have come back...But I suppose it's like they say, 'There's no place I can be since I've found Serenity'...狗屎..I was finally building a life for myself again and now look where it's landed me....Some sort of prison camp and this thing that I can't get off my wrist...If I ever find out who's responsible for this, I'll feed them to the Reevers myself. Even if it is Mal!

Does anyone know if theres a way out of this place? Or at least a working Cortex?
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