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tampered2006-07-23 03:55 pm
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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."
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."
Out Cold
"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.