http://donutfreak.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] donutfreak.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-02-12 02:42 am

Small Miracles [Open]

Character(s): Vash, Jayne Cobb, anyone else?
Content: There is stunned standing in the rain. And eventually, a donut shop.
Setting: A donut shop between Folio's and Paradiso Hospital
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: Does Jayne kiss his momma with that mouth?


They had left the weapons shop just an hour before, headed to whever they were to meet this crazy girl that Jayne had spoke of. The atmosphere between them had been pretty amiable so far, thanks to the earlier bonding over guns. It was the first thing that had really felt normal for Vash in this strange place. If it weren't for the unfamiliar language that he spoke, he wouldn't have been surprised to hear that Jayne came from Gunsmoke. It didn't make any difference either way. A friend was a friend; he just couldn't help but appreciate that the man acted in a way somewhat familiar to him.

It was as they were walking that something caught Vash's eye. Across the street from them was a sign for - could it be? An actual donut shop? To say that it cheered him up was an understatement; Vash was suddenly elated. It felt like he hadn't had a donut in forever, and now there was a whole bakery full of them! Maybe this city wasn't so bad after all. Jayne had walked ahead while Vash stopped and stared, and the outlaw didn't even bother to call the man over, instead hurrying over to the donut shop as if drawn to it.

He was halfway across the street when the first drops of water hit the cobblestones. Vash stopped abruptly when water hit his coat, took a look around and then stared up at the sky. There were dark clouds up there, and he had no idea how that could happen in a dome of all places, but he had little time to think it over as that was when the rain really started coming down.

The torrent of water plastered his hair back in short order, and even began to soak through his coat, but Vash didn't move an inch. "It's raining...?" Even after that statement, he just stood there, grinning up at what passed for a sky.

[identity profile] theycallmejayne.livejournal.com 2007-02-25 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Wiping off more of his wet skin, he wondered if he should take off his jacket. The way the woman was glaring at them, though, it didn't seem like him throwing his wet clothes on the ground would be acceptable.

He took it off and threw it on the ground anyway, the AK-47 going with it. It was getting annoying, dripping all over the place. He'd pick it back up later. Fuck the lady. She wasn't the one soaked to the bone.

Hearing Vash ramble on about donuts, he was a little amused. This guy sounded a little too excited about something like this. "These things better taste good, the way yer goin' on about em."

The boy who had just walked in looked just as soaked as they did, really. He looked familiar, too, but Jayne wrote that off as a bit of craziness. The only kid he knew was River.