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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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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