John heaved himself up the cliff face, sliding wrapped fingers into shallow handholds, boosting himself up with only the strength of his toes. He ascended, body pressed warm upon warm against the red rock. At one point he was left without space for his feet and hung, dangling, from a ledge, suspended by his shaking digits ( Read more... )

New Vulcan Colony:

Day 16: John goes for a run and happens upon Pasha and Joanna.

Day 18: While thinking about the havoc Pon Farr is wreaking on him, John is interrupted by Kirk.

Day 22: John meets Hank.

Day 25: Joanna comes to John for a shoulder to cry on.

John dropped his gear on his single-size bed with a groan, wincing at the ache of his wrists. He sighed and shook out his hands. Joanna had commented on the weakness of John's wrist during one of her hand to hand lessons. He'd flushed and coughed a bit, then spouted off some bullshit about "overdoing it during some independent training". She had ( Read more... )

The sand crunched under John's boots, tiny grains working their way up and into the leather and steel crannies. He scowled at the ground as he ran. Sand was damn hard to run on ( Read more... )

Jesus Christ, it HAS been a while, hasn't it?

I apologize profusely. No, seriously. I shit you not. I'm on my fucking hands and knees here.

Feel free to leave some hate, or whatever.

BUT I'M BAAAAAACK!!!

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 ( Read more... )

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So, I've been pretty damn absent for a long, loooong time.

I'm not gonna go about making excuses and all that. I just felt I owe you amazing people an apology. You all work so damn hard at this RP.... and you're all fanfuckingtastic.

Hopefully I can pick up all the slack I've dropped ASAP.

Thank you all for being awesome.

Do your worst...

Question-wise, that is.

Christmas gifts:

Joanna- Mixed martial arts gloves, sparring shoes, and a necklace.

Bones- Bourbon, and a paper weight.

Emma- This scarf thing, and a necklace.

Jim- A pen, ink, and paper.

George- Whiskey.