Log: Ongoing

[13-year-captain.livejournal.com]

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."

Comments

[13-year-captain.livejournal.com]

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."

[blind-shot.livejournal.com]

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."

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

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.

[blind-shot.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[13-year-captain.livejournal.com]

"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.

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

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."