Feb 09, 2010 21:21
Striding through the doors of his quarters, John slung his gun over his shoulder, the strap fitting snugly against his chest. He knew he didn't need the BFG on the Enterprise, but he felt safer with its comforting mass resting between his shoulder blades. Besides, it never hurt to be prepared.
John peered up and down the length of the corridor. The hall was brilliant, white material and lights glinting, everything polished to within an inch of its life. He blinked, trying to adjust from the slight dimness of his quarters to the intense bright of the ship. Glancing once more down the empty corridor he shrugged and set off, boots tapping on the shining floor.
It had occurred to John, as he had been sitting cross-legged on his bed, reassembling a set of pistols, that he knew little about the ship or its occupants. And while he'd been holed up, trying to figure out a way to make himself useful and avoid the captain, he'd learned nothing about either.
It was time to change that.
He continued down the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, a crooked smile on his face. He hoped he looked friendly, approachable.
Well, except for the gun.
john is a hermit,
clueless,
open,
where am i?