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tampered2006-08-28 01:01 am
13-year-captain.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-08-28 01:01 am
Log:Ongoing
When; Evening of the 27th
Rating; PG13
Characters; Jack Sparrow and Agent Sands
Summary; Jack doesn't want to speak to Sands again. He certainly isn't ready for it. But Sands has called him out and so Jack agrees to talk with the man.
Log;
There's no way around it, though. Ignoring Sands would only make things a thousand times worse. Who knows how the man would choose to lash out over it? Jack would much rather be there to gage everything. And so, he pulls on his coat and trudges through the melting snow up the dock to the door of apartment thirteen. Quite a lot of weather to endure to go next door.
He's wet, cold, and wearing his anger and impatience clearly when he finally knocks at Sands' door. As he knocks, his free hand stays on his gun, ready to draw on his twin if need be.
Rating; PG13
Characters; Jack Sparrow and Agent Sands
Summary; Jack doesn't want to speak to Sands again. He certainly isn't ready for it. But Sands has called him out and so Jack agrees to talk with the man.
Log;
There's no way around it, though. Ignoring Sands would only make things a thousand times worse. Who knows how the man would choose to lash out over it? Jack would much rather be there to gage everything. And so, he pulls on his coat and trudges through the melting snow up the dock to the door of apartment thirteen. Quite a lot of weather to endure to go next door.
He's wet, cold, and wearing his anger and impatience clearly when he finally knocks at Sands' door. As he knocks, his free hand stays on his gun, ready to draw on his twin if need be.
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He grins, though he now rather wishes he had thought to sully Sands' unconscious form. He was in no mood at the time, but it would have served as decent enough revenge for the moment. Still...it only matters what Sands thinks happened. Jack, for his part, however, doesn't even notice he's back to the informality of nicknames.
"Don't need to, eh? Perhaps you're a stronger man than I." The pirate can't even imagine laying nude beside a woman that exquisite and doing nothing more than sleeping. It's an impossible task as far as he's concerned.
"As to my -love life, you called it? heh- I've not been left to polish my own knob, and that's all I truly ask." In all honesty, Jack is happy to have sex available when he wants it, but it's getting a little like monogamy and that's upsetting. At this point in his life, even the limitations of just having one city full of women is a bit boring for him. He likes variety.
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Privately Sands thinks that better be the case. Or Jack will spend a long time in a steel cage at the bottom of the ocean.
"You have a useless crew of questionable women and a swinger girlfriend. Don't play it down so much." Sands (for the most part) is a one woman kind of guy. He flirts a lot but his wild oats were sown already. He would never understand.
"And there's a lot to be said for jerking yourself off. I miss that first tug in the shower. You should appreciate it a bit more."
He takes out a pack of cigarettes, lighting two of them and passing one to Jack.
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Best to keep him guessing. And it's fun. Jack doesn't bother seeing where he should stop pressing his luck.
"I dare not think of them as useless. They most certainly have their uses. Though, Ran has been claimed for you, now hasn't she? Unfortunate. I'll need to recruit again, I should think."
It's not that Jack is promiscuous for show, and he doesn't have anything against masturbation. There are simply things he needs in sex that he can't achieve alone. It's the close company and the total focus that he's after. Alone, his mind wanders.
He gladly takes the offered cigarette and takes a long drag. He's getting a little more accustomed to the filter.
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"As far as you and me are concerned she's mine. Just don't say shit to her about it. Don't fuck with me on this. I am not the smaller animal."
He stares at Jack through the blindfold and holes in his head. He'll say what he has to to keep Jack from touching her. Anyone else he's fine with. But not his clones.
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"I could make the argument that you owe me, but I shall not, for now. She's yours and I'll keep my hands to myself. I can't promise to refuse advances, I'm only human after all, but I shall refrain making any of my own."
He plans to keep to this. However, he's not very clear on the numerous things he qualifies as a woman 'making advances'. So many go unaware that they flirted with Jack first.
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"Okay. Do we spit on our hands before shaking or some other pirate like thing?"
He's not sure if pirates did that or not.
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Sometimes, it's just fun to see how far you can go. 'Some pirate like thing', indeed. It makes Jack snicker to himself and he's glad Sheldon can't see his grin.
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"Fuck you, Sea Queer." He flips the pirate off with a smile.
"Suck my prick and we'll negotiate some more. Suck it like your country slurps up American cum like milk, limey bastard."
God, it's great to have friends.
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He smirks and stretches out to occupy the whole of the couch. Jack instinctually claims things. The couch has been commandeered.
"Will these oral negotiations be necessary to earn me a dink? Rum, wine, brandy..whatever you have that isn't internally produced shoud suit. You really are a poor host, you know."
He turns his head towards Sands.
"Are all of those living in the colonies as charming as you, or is this a unique talent?"
It is good to have friends. Even when you're halfway frightened of them.
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He gets up and walks to the kitchen pulling out a bottle of tequila. Jack will drink what he drinks and enjoy it, god damnit.
Grabbing only one glass he sits down- pouring the drink like it was orange juice and handing over the bottle to his twin.
"We're pretty much all like this. That whole English thing wasn't working out and besides that great 'white prick' thing we have in common our two countries tried to separate as much as possible. With no royalty we started our own blue bloods from-" He sweeps a hand out to Jack in a grand gesture. "- you. Pirates, Bootleggers, cheats and scoundrels all. In my time the legitimate sprogs your peers produce are the closest things to aristocrats America has. Useless pieces of shit- all of them. Helpless. Stupid. And sickeningly pale. Your future. Be glad your bones rotted to nothing by time it happened."
Holding his glass up in a toast he drinks the clear booze down as if it was water.
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"That is one I heard quite often. From my mum or those returning me to 'er... the poor woman... No one else calls you Shel? Seems a good name to me."
Thankfully, discussion of mothers and names seems as though it may be safely deterred with drinking. Jack doesn't recognize what he's handed and would call you a liar if you told him it's a specialized brandy, but he'll drink it just the same. Once Sands has taken a sip, at least, and proven it safe.
"I don' know... I think I should like to see that. Royalty, to my knowledge, has rarely been more than the sickly and the slow witted. Rulers to revere and bow before as other man mold the world from the wings. It's no surprise, to be honest, that one could take the wit and free spirit of a pirate or rogue and fit him to the mold of the ruling class...all it takes is enough power given over. Or even, really, the illusion of power. Still...the people of a nation run like a pirate port must be interesting. Then of course, there's the fact I'd rather not die."
Watching Sands drink, the pirate finally accepts his own and takes a long pull from the bottle. Bit of a stronger burn than he'd expected for a clear alcohol and he's glad Sands can't see his face. He'll be ready for it now.