tampered | Log: Ongoing

Current Location: The City

Log: Ongoing

When: Night, July 23rd
Rating: PG-13/R due to language
Characters: Jack Sparrow and Agent Sands
Summary: Jack meets Sands. (That's summary enough, really...)
Log:

Having no particular bedwarmer lined up this evening, Jack is on his way to the underworld in search of drink an curvaceous company. Drinking, in many people's opinion, is not a thing which requires a warm-up round. Jack is not one of those people.
A half-empty rum bottle sways in his hand as he stumbles down the darkened streets of the city and towards the subway station. He hates that bloody train, but one does what is necessary to fill their needs. The pirate, for instance, has a need to forget memories, ignore pain, and stop the damned ticking as long as is possible. This makes the subway a frequent requirement, given Jack's particular methods.

The bottle is raised to his lips and more warm liquor is hungrily sucked down before the glass is slammed hard into Jack's teeth. He lets the bottle swing down in a rough arc, spilling rum across shirt and ground alike and brings a hand up to his aching mouth. The pirate only gives a casual glance to the man he ran into, more interested in seeing if he's going to keep all of his teeth.
"Sorry, mate. Didn't see you."

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Jan stood before the door wondering if this would in anyway get him into trouble with Hellsing or anybody else, then quickly shrugged it off. The pirate knew he was a vampire and what he offered to do.

He knocked on the door and waited, Good thing Sparrow already knows what I look like from the icons, he shouldn't be too fuckin freaked-out.

Jack let Sands know Jan would be coming before leaving the apartment after supplies. Fortunately, there are at least a few within the building who know and like the pirate (he's good at that) and he soon found one willing to part with first-aid supplies and accept that they, personally, need not accompany him back to the room and assist with Sands. Too many strangers around is awful when you feel like hell.

This allowed him to get to the task of bullet removal.
"Not that you need to be told, I'm sure, but this is going to hurt like blazes." He wraps the case to a thermometer in thick gauze and holds it to Sands' hand. "May want something to bite on."

Jack has managed to pry at least one of the bullets free before the knocking at the door distracts him.

He answers the door with bloodied hands and shirt, but is pleased for the help.
"Cone in, mate. I've got one of the wounds clear, thus far. The bastards are in deep..."

Sands would deeply appreciate the fact he doesn't have a large audience for this.

"Wait." Sands has a specific position in mind and after a lot of pushing and adjusting on both their parts he has Jack with one arm wrapped around his leg as that knee presses into the pirate's chest. Otherwise he's going to move it out of overwhelming pain and it like a bad game of Operation where there are annoying buzzing noises there will be screams. The makeshift gag is stuffed in his mouth and he nods.

By time the first one is out Sands is covered in a slick sheet of sweat and not doing all that well. The rum is not helping any. By time Sparrow turns around to look at him again he's collapsed forward onto the floor.
Sands decided he'll warm the bench for the next round. Thanks anyway.

Jan walked-in and nodded, not at all put-off by Sparrow's blood-covered appearance, And I was worried about how I would look to him., he mused silently to himself.

"Brought something to counter-act any poisons....to be on the safe-side in case my spit doesn't work on everything. You know like if something bad is already going thru his bloodstream, which the lead might be if it was awhile before you found him." He reached inside his jacket pulling-out a bottle filled with water that had a slightly purple iridescence to it. "Get him to drink some it while I look over the wounds."

In his time, Jack has seen many odd things. Jan is, by far, not the worst of them.

He looks over the bottle and shrugs. "Better to be safe, then, eh?" There's a thud and he turns to look back at the man who was on the couch, now collapsed on the floor. "...Bugger... Might be for the best, though. Certainly saves me trouble."

Jack moves to Sands' side and rolls him onto his back, making visible the bullet wounds, as well as the missing eyes and the man's resemblance to the pirate tending to him. Lifting Sands' head slightly, Jack pours the liquid from the bottle into the unconscious man's mouth and tilts his head up to let it run down. No obvious choking...always good.

"So..Get to what needs done, then. I've got the shot pulled from the right leg. The others will go faster without his fighting me." He picks up the tweezers to get to dislodging the other two bullets.

While the pirate poured the unicorn treated water into the man. The vampire's yellow eyes studied the bullet wounds, Straight on shots, no problem digging those out. But the man's bloody sockets made Jan hiss in shock. He had seen alot of sick shit since getting turned, but somethings you never get use to. "When he got fucked-up it was on the Outside." Pointed at a gory empty hole, "I don't think they're gonna regenerate." Whispered softly.

Quickly turned attention back on the bullet wounds. Jan pulled a pocket knife out of his pants pocket, "I can get them out way fuckin faster than you can," He said snapping-out the blade easily with one hand while taking the tweezers from Sparrow in the other, "But it's still gonna hurt so hold him down best you can."

Moving around to the still unconscious man's left leg, Jan braced a knee against it using both his weight and vampiric strength to keep the limb pinned to the floor.

"Here we go." He growled the warning, then got to work with beyond human speed to get at the bullet.

The pirate is more than happy to give up both the tweezers and his duties. Hell, he'd wanted to just go at it fast with a good knife to begin with, but Sands was full of idiot whining and complaints.
"You're bloody welcome to it. Good on you with the knife." He nods to the blade.

Jack moves to lean his weight on Sands' shoulders and keep the CIA man still for the surgery. It brings him all too close to those hollow eye sockets and Jack chokes back a wave of nausea. There are, indeed, things you're never prepared for. He is very thankful for Jan's speed as Sands' body jerks under him.

A quick jab with the tweezers and the bullet was out. Looking it over carefully, Jan gave a satisfied nod, "All in one piece no fragments to worry about." He flashed a fanged smile at Sparrow, dropping the bullet into an ashtray sitting on push-to-the-side coffee table.

Sitting back on the floor the vampire looks again at the pirate, taking note of the various shades of green the guy is turning, Shit dude I don't blame you, looking at his face is making me sick too. Both gonna be feeling even fuckin worse with what I have to do about that.

Jan managed to supress a shudder and push the thought away for the time being. There was still the other wounds to attend to, "I'm gonna heal the wounds on his legs before we get workin on that shoulder, so go take a break if you want."

Turning so his back was to Sparrow and blocking his view, Jan leaned down over the freshly bleeding leg wound. Flicking out a too-long for a human tongue he gently probed at the worst of wound, coating it heavily with saliva. Feeling the flesh quiver from the acelerated healing process, the vampire slowly licked the whole injury stopping occasionally to press his tongue against the area.

Several minutes later all signs of a gunshot were gone, not even a bruise marked the spot.

Satisfied with the results (and getting a little free blood too) Jan went to work on the other leg wound.

The Captain gives the best return grin to those fangs that he can manage when the bullet is out. The quickness is a blessing and he takes the break offered to him to fall back and rest on his arms a moment.

Jack finds his way to one of the rum bottles he'd brought as anesthetic. If his sobriety is no longer quite so necessary, then he really could use a drink. He uncorks the aged and dirty bottle and takes a very long few pulls.
When he returns his attentions to his 'patient' and Jan, he can only barely see what's happening over the vampire's shoulder. The slick, squelching noises are far too clear, however.
The pirate turns his head half away, keeping his widened eyes on the scene. He really can't look away. When Jan finally has to shift to reach the other leg, Jack can see the first wound completely healed.
"...Interesting..."

This? It calls for more drink.
"And, that works on any wound at all, does it?"

Jan sat-up finished with the other leg wound. He was a little surprised the pirate had stuck around to watch. A few tough guys in the past had caught a glimpse of the vampire's healing technique. The ones that didn't passout first, turned tail and ran.

"Depends on the type of wound." He replied licking blood off his mouth, tongue catching briefly in one of the lip rings. "If it's really deep and or involvin internal organs can't fix it. Like gettin knifed in the chest and the blade hits an organ, that's something a doctor has to fix. Can heal some of it and keep infection from setting in but your still gonna be fuckin dead-meat from the bleedin happening inside."

Jan looked over at the man laying silently on the floor. "He's really fuckin lucky you got the unicorn-fixed water into him and I can heal the wounds what with his refusin a doctor. I can sense his lifeforce and it's still pretty strong so might not need a blood transfusion maybe, it depends on that last bullet."

The vampire turned his gaze back on the pirate, yellow eyes dropping down on the bottle Sparrow held, "Can I have a glass of that cause I'm guessin after seeing what I did you don't want me drinkin right from the bottle, huh?" Jan teased, doing a little levity before break was over and gruesome work restarted.

The good Captain has seen dead men walk, spirits possess the living, a monster haul a ship from the sea floor for him, men cooked alive and eaten, and currently has a dis-embodied and still beating heart in his quarters...not much sends him running unless it's made promise to kill him. Experience aside, he has a deep and overpowering curiosity for most things.

All the same, he wrinkles his nose when Jan licks the blood away. For a man who knows from experience that some parts of a man taste excellent when prepared right, Jack still thinks cannibalism is a touch icky.
He's glad to hear his doppelganger will likely survive this.
"Considering the poor bastard was on his feet and wandering the streets when I found him, I'd say he's got a bloody incredible will to live... and may be completely mad."
Which, the pirate is aware, aids with that will to survive.

Jack looks towards the kitchen, considering fetching Jan a glass, and shrugs with a chuckle. "What's the worst that could happen t'me?" He takes a short swig and passes the bottle over. The vampire's being a tremendous help. He deserves a show of trust in return. This isn't to say, of course, that Jack won't be wiping the mouth of the bottle thoroughly before his next turn.

Grinning at the offer of the bottle, Jan with his yellow eyes and dark skin, looked more like a Cheshire panther than a vampire. Taking the bottle he took a long pull from it. Usually he had rum mixed with something else, but it was OK straight.

Settling back against the ugly couch, he closed his eyes for a minute. Jan had thought of a plan for dealing with the bloody sockets. Be a little less disgusting then sticking his tongue in them but still stomach turning. Maybe they'd luck-out from word getting out and an angel showing-up to help before he actually had to do anything.

The vampire lazily opened his eyes, handing the bottle back to Sparrow, "You thought about what you're gonna do with your cousin here when we're done? In his condition with the crazy spell shit that happens and some of the people around here gettin off fuckin over others, he can't be left alone."

Being covered in blood, putting his fingers in open wounds, and even watching Jan thrust his tongue into the bloodied holes on Sands' legs had no serious ill reaction from the pirate. Jan's words now, however, have Jack's eyes wide and his nerves in edge. He looks ready to bolt for the closest exit if given a clear opening. A man who gave up all responsibility some many years ago can smell it approaching...

"What?" He narrows his eyes and wipes the mouth of the bottle to allow himself a very long drink. "I.. right right... Of course. He'll need to be cared for. And I'm certain someone will be benevolent enough to take up the task."
Jack doesn't trust much of anyone in the City and would hate to be left in the care of the strangers here...but..he can't just take in some blind man he stumbled into. He's not good with pets.

"I could take him but...." Jan did a nervous sigh thru his fangs, "I'm fuckin cursed, anybody who's gotten close to me has either had some bad shit happen to them or disappeared."

Pandora going crazy, Ieyasu in a coma, V almost dying, Eric and Cielo both gone - the only thing that kept Jan from crying in grief and frustration was seeing the prone, bloody man on the floor next to him.

A realization hit the vampire, changing his mood, "He's already had some bad shit happen to him so maybe I don't have to worry about that, huh?" Jan questioned Sparrow along with giving him a hopeful look too.

Sands woke up to 'I could take him out'. He assumes his murder is being discussed because he's a paranoid freak.
In a leg twitch meant to look like a muscle spasm be brings his foot closer to his hand and pulls the knife out. Sands is much better at long distance killing but since he's gunless this will do.
The agent sits up and puts the knife to Jan's throat as the vampire watches Jack. The movement causes him to sway a little.

"Where are we going? The suspense is just killing me."

Jack starts in on consoling Jan over his poor luck, making plans to steer clear of it, when suddenly it's staring him in the face...

"Oh bugger..."

The pirate drops his rum bottle in favor of gripping his sword. "Look, mate... Sheldon." First names are good for speaking to the unhinged. It's familiar. "Tha's the nice man what's seen to closing those great ugly holes in your legs. Do be more grateful, eh?"

Sands is assuming it's the adrenaline causing the pain in his legs to cease. Truthfully he didn't think of it at all until the pirate mentioned it. But that's not the point. This is-
"He was talking about killing me. Put your weapon down."

Sands has no idea if Jack is armed. But he's going to act like he is. It's safer that way. And 'if you have a weapon put it down' was much less intimidating.
Seeing as how he's holding a vampire at knifepoint with blood running down his ruined face- he might be overdoing the intimidation just a smudge.

Having been thru this sort of thing numerous times before, Jan was unperturbed. "You're gonna lie back down an we're gonna work on gettin that last bullet out." He said calmly with a shrug

Disarming the man and knocking him back into unconsciousness would be a piece of cake. However given all the hell the poor guy had been already put thru, Jan wanted to try a diplomatic approach first.

"Yeah. Sounds good. Except for the 'lie back' part of the plan." His free hand goes to the holes in his pants to find no bullet wounds where he was sure there were some before. Quite positive really.
Now take away the fact that this is impossible (he's worked through that since none of this is real or likely) Jan wont go healing people he plans to off later. So the only real question is,
"Uhh. Where were you planning to take me? Seriously." The knife pokes threateningly.

"Interested parties want to know. And it's a federal crime to withhold information from a government agent. Especially when that agent wouldn't think twice about gutting you and crawling inside for warmth."

On some level, Jack is really just entertained watching this. It's like watching yourself go mad on TV with the comforting knowledge that it isn't you at all. It's creepy, but train-wreck hypnotic.

"He was offerin' the job of being your nurse and caretaker because, honestly, I don't care t'wake up with some mad bugger holdin' a knife to my neck each mornin' if it can be avoided. I've tried it....I hated it."

Sands lets Jan go. Slowly.
"Well. If you can't trust your english echo who can you trust?"
The knife falls out of his hand and sticks point first in the tiled floor as Sands slumps back. That took a lot of effort.

"So. Take it out."

Jan pulled the knife out of the floor, tossing it on the still pushed-to-the-side coffee table. It hit the ashtray causing the spent bullet to roll around. "Yeah I will after Jack administers the anesthesia."

Leaving the pirate to the task of pouring more rum down the CIA agent's throat, Jan grabbed a rag from the small pile the pirate brought with him. Wiping blood off his hands he moved to the computer sitting on the nearby metal desk. Whenever there was a public call for the need of medical attention in the past, people came-out of the woodwork offering help. But so far no else has shown-up to help.

Scaning thru the entries, the vampire's sigh of relief (at it not being a spell behind the low turnout) turned into surprised at the poisoning of the kid samurai. Jan quickly typed a helpful reply to Kurogane (wondering if the guy would only bust the door-lock on his apartment or breakdown the whole door). The replies to the garden angel were anything but friendly, "Fuckin Ferdinand sittin on his ass in the flower field!!" The vampire muttered.

Leaving the news up for Sparrow to read when he had a free moment, Jan turned his attention back on the two men.

Hopefully the patient was good and drunk or better yet on the verge of passing-out.

"Jack. Is that your name, echo?"
He smirks in the direction of the pirate.
"Touch me with a needle and you are going to be lobotomized."

No. When Jan turns back from checking his friend page Sands is pushing Jack away from him.
"Take it out or I will but stop dicking around!"

"I've got no needles to threaten you with, mate."
Jack puts his hands up in a mock-defensive gesture, sloshing the rum. He will never learn not to pose and gesture around Sands. It will just have to go unappreciated.

He wrinkles his face when he's pushed away and shrugs.
"However you want it. If your having no part of this bottle, then I'm sure you won't mind my finishing it."
Jack stands to move out of the way for Jan and goes back to drinking deeply from the bottle. If it's being refused by Sands, someone should appreciate it.

Shit!! Jan grimaced at the sight of a very sober patient and a tipsy nurse.

Just as quickly he shrugged it off. There was always the chance the agent would pass-out early in the operation from the pain.

Waving the pirate over Jan gestured at the other man's torso, "Ok, you're gonna have to lay across his chest and keep him and his good arm from jerkin around while helpin me hold down the bad arm. It's gonna be a real fuckin bitch to get out cause he's awake."

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