Phoenix rising

Where: The Phoenix
When: During the raid on the pirate ship
Who: John Keats
He awoke in a small, dark area no larger than his body and swore.
John Keats, who turned 23 a few days ago was in amongst the more
sensitive wiring on the Phoenix, after being promised yet another
rematch by a rather annoyed Jay, however, this time Keats had a plan,
a few indiscrinate alterations to the wiring of the Phoenix would of
given him the edge in a race.
Things didnt quite work out.
A few minutes after getting in and studying the circuitry, he heard
an all to familiar sound of the Phoenix being boarded, warming and
lifting off, it was about then he headbutted a nearby lump of metal.
A few minutes of struggling later a head emerged, then arms and then
rapidly torso, legs and feet as he fell fromt he underside of the
Phoenix to the floor.
'So... the cat isnt dead after all' he mused.
Years of blows to the head has given Keats a rather odd Physcological
disorder and the arty of REALLY bad punning.
He got to his feet and pulled out a small arc welding tool that had
activated and set his pocket smouldering, took a look around and
sighed.
'Its gonna be one of those days... i can tell'
He looked around and headed towards the nearest door on the pirate
ship.
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OOC: Sorry havent posted for ages and m a lil out of style.