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tampered2006-07-23 03:55 pm
13-year-captain.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-07-23 03:55 pm
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."
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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.
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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."