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tampered2006-09-16 03:44 pm
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Log: Ongoing;
When; September 15; Mid afternoon
Rating; PG
Characters; Ragetti![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
creditfertryin, Pintel dated_a_eunuch and Willow she_witch
Summary; Rags and Willow go in search of Building 8, Room 13
Log;
Building eight. Where was building eight?
If Willow hadn't been with him, Ragetti would be entirely lost. Back in the Caribbean, he had no real need to learn to read and write. He was a pirate, for chrissake. It wasn't really a necessary skill to have when sea-fairing. Normally Ragetti was good about picking out landmarks and finding his way by them. But his depth perception wasn't always the hottest, and with the lights and colours and foreign buildings and that bloody tick-tocking--
The pirate still didn't really know where the hell they were, and he was feeling nervous and antsy. And how the hell was there an ocean in a building? She was uncatchable, untameable, she shouldn't be able to be locked in the confines of a building like a... a man ready to make the walk to the gallows.
Hunching slightly, one eye glanced erratically about at their surroundings as his fingers twisted restlessly around one another. During that damned floating day he had lost his dagger, which he took to playing with like a worry stone in times like these, and really-- this was all just shaping up to be a bad experience. Flinching away from the neon glow of yet another strange sign, he trotted a little faster to catch up to Willow.
"Oi, are we gettin' close?" He asked anxiously, glancing uncomprehendingly at the squiggles on the buildings. Ragetti couldn't wait to learn how to be able to read all these things, but the idea kind of lingered on the edges of his thoughts. He was too nervous to focus on anything but finding his friend. Until he found Pintel, there was no way he would be able to relax.
Rating; PG
Characters; Ragetti
creditfertryin, Pintel dated_a_eunuch and Willow she_witchSummary; Rags and Willow go in search of Building 8, Room 13
Log;
Building eight. Where was building eight?
If Willow hadn't been with him, Ragetti would be entirely lost. Back in the Caribbean, he had no real need to learn to read and write. He was a pirate, for chrissake. It wasn't really a necessary skill to have when sea-fairing. Normally Ragetti was good about picking out landmarks and finding his way by them. But his depth perception wasn't always the hottest, and with the lights and colours and foreign buildings and that bloody tick-tocking--
The pirate still didn't really know where the hell they were, and he was feeling nervous and antsy. And how the hell was there an ocean in a building? She was uncatchable, untameable, she shouldn't be able to be locked in the confines of a building like a... a man ready to make the walk to the gallows.
Hunching slightly, one eye glanced erratically about at their surroundings as his fingers twisted restlessly around one another. During that damned floating day he had lost his dagger, which he took to playing with like a worry stone in times like these, and really-- this was all just shaping up to be a bad experience. Flinching away from the neon glow of yet another strange sign, he trotted a little faster to catch up to Willow.
"Oi, are we gettin' close?" He asked anxiously, glancing uncomprehendingly at the squiggles on the buildings. Ragetti couldn't wait to learn how to be able to read all these things, but the idea kind of lingered on the edges of his thoughts. He was too nervous to focus on anything but finding his friend. Until he found Pintel, there was no way he would be able to relax.