i keep telling you, hard luck woman
Faye wasn't sure why she'd stayed with Jet in the end. Sometimes, she even doubted whether or not it counted as staying at all, the way that she spent most of her time on the run, chasing after bounties, rolling the dice. Bebop was too quiet anymore, no more of Ed's nonsensical babbles or Ein's persistent yapping, just the quiet snip of garden shears trimming down bonsai trees still so tenderly cared for. Or, now and again, the sound of oil frying in the pan- that sound, Faye was much more likely to tolerate, the crackling like white noise in the background as she sprawled over the couch, usually with an outdated magazine issue clasped in her carefully manicured nails. For all of Jet's efforts, the stories that he tried to share on a more regular basis than he'd ever done before, that Faye sat patiently through until a viable excuse could be found, she still found herself stealing away for days at a time.
It was best when he made for ground, too.
He'd decided that day to stay behind, however, with the projector still on at the lowest of hums; Faye suspected sometimes that Jet was still hoping for news of the Syndicate to show up at some point. She wasn't. That ship had sailed long ago. For all the times she thought she was running away, or others accused her of doing just that, those days Faye could only wonder if grouping herself with the Romany hadn't been a total sham after all. Because the very thought of trying to find Spike wore her down to the core, and called forth a fatigue which made one fact very clear: she'd been chasing after others for most of her life. Faye refused to do it anymore.
The last thing that she remembered seeing that day was an endless array of stars as Redtail stayed lazily in Mars' orbit, a beautiful sight that Faye too rarely stopped to observe when life moved too fast. When she did, however, the wonder of it never ceased, many of Faye's reflexes and subconscious trains of thought still molded from a life decades ago. That spaceship had been extraordinary, right up to the point when the glass window splintered with a crack in front of her eyes, setting her nerves alight like fire. Faye wasn't sure when she'd dozed off, but the view was still the same above and so she allowed herself to enjoy it for another minute, before her hands grasped the controls and sent Redtail carefully skimming down toward the planet below, where she'd pull into a landing-
-one that no longer seemed to exist.
"What the hell?" Faye murmured to herself, frightened eyes skimming over an endless sea of cereulean blue, finding nothing that marred the surface save for a tiny plot of land toward which she flew. Fiddling with her communication system, Faye attempted to make contact with Bebop, with any passing ship, but found nothing.
"Nothing else to do," she concluded, before taking off in the direction of land and spiralling faster than before, spurred by the panic which was quickly rising around her. She couldn't, wouldn't lose someone again. Would not survive if she didn't have some port in the storm. Her hands shook all the way until Redtail touched ground, landing softly on sandy shores before Faye herself climbed out of the craft, cursing her oversight as her heels sunk immediately in the sand. "Well, it's not Mars."
[ First person gets to explain, everyone else can find Faye sunbathing on a towel next to her ship or in the Compound scrounging for food. ST/LT both welcome forever, gimme your threads. :D ]
It was best when he made for ground, too.
He'd decided that day to stay behind, however, with the projector still on at the lowest of hums; Faye suspected sometimes that Jet was still hoping for news of the Syndicate to show up at some point. She wasn't. That ship had sailed long ago. For all the times she thought she was running away, or others accused her of doing just that, those days Faye could only wonder if grouping herself with the Romany hadn't been a total sham after all. Because the very thought of trying to find Spike wore her down to the core, and called forth a fatigue which made one fact very clear: she'd been chasing after others for most of her life. Faye refused to do it anymore.
The last thing that she remembered seeing that day was an endless array of stars as Redtail stayed lazily in Mars' orbit, a beautiful sight that Faye too rarely stopped to observe when life moved too fast. When she did, however, the wonder of it never ceased, many of Faye's reflexes and subconscious trains of thought still molded from a life decades ago. That spaceship had been extraordinary, right up to the point when the glass window splintered with a crack in front of her eyes, setting her nerves alight like fire. Faye wasn't sure when she'd dozed off, but the view was still the same above and so she allowed herself to enjoy it for another minute, before her hands grasped the controls and sent Redtail carefully skimming down toward the planet below, where she'd pull into a landing-
-one that no longer seemed to exist.
"What the hell?" Faye murmured to herself, frightened eyes skimming over an endless sea of cereulean blue, finding nothing that marred the surface save for a tiny plot of land toward which she flew. Fiddling with her communication system, Faye attempted to make contact with Bebop, with any passing ship, but found nothing.
"Nothing else to do," she concluded, before taking off in the direction of land and spiralling faster than before, spurred by the panic which was quickly rising around her. She couldn't, wouldn't lose someone again. Would not survive if she didn't have some port in the storm. Her hands shook all the way until Redtail touched ground, landing softly on sandy shores before Faye herself climbed out of the craft, cursing her oversight as her heels sunk immediately in the sand. "Well, it's not Mars."
[ First person gets to explain, everyone else can find Faye sunbathing on a towel next to her ship or in the Compound scrounging for food. ST/LT both welcome forever, gimme your threads. :D ]
