tampered | (no subject)

(no subject)

When; September 20, evening.
Rating; TBA
Characters; Hector Barbossa (

captain_hector), Scarab (

noh_dancer), Faye Valentine (

glock30), and The Corinthian (

bitingnightmare).
Summary; After the curse of ‘what-might-have-been’, Scarab suggests drinking the brain dull. Hector agrees, and opens the door wide for guests.
Log;

The warehouse that he’d set up as his home was finally back to its best state. The whole third floor belonged to him, and he set it up to his favorite standards. His own bead wasn’t anything too lavish, but was quite comfortable, pushed into a dark corner and lit by burning lamps that he kept. Just for show, maybe for anything else, there was another spot for any overnight visitors, bed more orderly and just as cozy. From the walls hung many a sort of cloth, any texture and color that he could attain, these things hung from the ceiling, as well, held back here and there by ropes and created thin walls for separate areas. A study, a parlor, the foyer… Most things from any respectable house were represented, but in a round-a-bout sort of manner. Knick knacks everywhere, the man who lived here certainly lived in a pirate’s lair; all material, anything that could be touched and felt and tasted.

He had a seating area with a plush couch, relatively new, and a solid, dark table. With a bit of light work, he’d dragged two other chairs to the space around, plenty of room for everyone. Every kind of alcohol he possessed was now set atop the table, waiting, practically begging, to be consumed. From fine to foul, all that he’d ever like was attainable and well-represented. Jack spied to whole thing with a cheeky grin, moving from hanging rope to rope and chattering aloud now and again.

Barbossa himself was finishing up with the lighting of lamps and numerous candles around the area. Despite the availability of the electric lights above him, he vastly preferred the firelight that he was used to. Everything was warm and shining, all was ready.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The low lit environment suited the ghostly nightmare. His white hair and light skin failed to keep him hidden in shadows but one look at his face, his demeanor, might suggest that he had no need to hide, having been born from the darkness in the first place, from the sands of a stormy beach somewhere far away.... Anyway the darker it was the easier he could hide his teetheyes.

He flicked the dying end of his cigarette to the floor and ground it out with his toe before entering the captain's lair. This looked like the right place, the others had given him the proper 'directions', that combined with the urge to just drink the night away had brought him through the synchronicity highway to the warehouse. With another look over the building he finally walked through what he believed to be an entrance with a wrap of his knuckles against the wall.

"Anyone home," said The Corinthian, more to himself than anyone.

I'll blow your house down, little piggy, gnashed the remnant of a rebel phantom, a former self that had been granted a brief freedom just yesterday.

Faye had taken to smoking like a dragon in the past few hours or so. It wasn't that she had never smoked two packs in a day before, but it seemed to be a somewhat special occasion. She didn't like the warehouses enough as it was--they gave her a bad feeling in her stomach and generally made her uneasy--and the combination of her current location and the lingering memories of the curse the day before were giving her a nicotine crave like she had never experienced.

The halls were dark, and Faye kept her Glock holstered against her hip. If there was one thing previous experiences had taught her, it was never to take a situation lightly. She could hear movement up ahead of her and thought that she caught a flash of pale skin and hair but she didn't call or show that she was hear. It wasn't like she was being quiet, though.

After hearing Alex's voice, however, she knew that she had at least found the right place. She found the door unlocked and open, and took one last drag of her stubby cigarette before tossing it over her shoulder. The bottle of warm tequila tapped against her thigh as she called, "Yoo who. Faye Valentine is here. All parties can now officially begin!"

She stepped inside without waiting to be ushered in.

Scarab had been on the roof of the building Faye lived in for much of the night, so when the other woman had taken off for this little impromptu party, she wasn't far behind.

She had intended to catch up and walk with Faye, but had been side-tracked by a quick trip to the liquor store, after all there was no telling what Hector had in stock, so she covered all the bases: a bottle of dark rum, some burbon, vodka, a two liter of coke, and some sweet and sour. Add to that three limes, and a container of salt to go with the tequila Faye had, and she had all the fixin's for a good and proper alchoholic fucking.

She had five-fingered a few packs of cigarettes on her way out, and now was walking silently up behind Faye.
She let the other woman make her usual grand entrance, then stepped up and wrapped an arm around Faye's waist and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

...Unfortunately she had already spent part of last night in the pub down the street from Alex's apartement and was feeling a little buzzed and mischievious.

" Hello there boys." she said with a wink directed at Hector and Alex, then strode on in as though hanging out with Nightmares, intergalactic bounty hunters, and eighteenth century pirates were the most natural thing in the world.

" Hey there little guy!" she said to Jack who had jumped to a rope not far from the top of her head & was investigating the brown paper bag in her hands.

"Well, well." Certainly prompt and open, these folks were. Faye, whom he hadn't quite met as of yet, was quick to invite herself in and just as soon announced her presence. Such cheek, like most things in this place, was unfamiliar and freshening. He smiled all the same, shaking out the match that he was using to complete the room's lighting. "Hello, there." He didn't know the pale gentleman, either...

Jack was soon greeting Scarab, whom he seemed to remember and carry a fondness for. Even now, the little creature was holding out a thieved piece of gaudy jewlrey to her. "None 'a' tha' now, you." He strode forward heavily, snatching the little treasure away. "Ye'll have to be careful with Jack, missy. He may start carryin' a tourch fer ye."

He gestured widely to his prepared seating area before resting himself in a somewhat beaten-looking armchair. "Make yerselves at home." Setting his repossessed item down on the table, he began shifting around bottles and glasses so that the other may lay down their own wares. "Let's get righ' down to it, shall we?"

"Ladies," The Corinthian said to both Faye and Scarab.

Their presence hadn't spooked him in the slightest. He wasn't armed to the teeth (hah) like a few others... but he was more than capable of handling the area with just a knife. The Nightmare did notice the presence of a chitter-chattering primate though. He stopped his approach briefly, just to study the creature. As long as it didn't wield a knife and as him for that man, then he wouldn't give poor Jack a reason to flee. Upon seeing Hector Barbossa he gave the man a quick upnod, not one for formal period manners right now. They came to drink, not make friends, though the latter could be a result of the former.

"The Corinthian," he offered to the captain in a cool tone, perhaps a changed tone. Then he looked to both women silently, and helped himself to a seat at the prepared table.

Faye tried not to let her spine stiffen when she felt Scarab's arm around her waist and her lips against her cheek. Friendly greeting, that was all. Extremely friendly greeting, but a friendly greeting nonetheless. It wasn't that Scarab's doing that bothered her, it was just that Faye was extremely conscious of things going on around her that involved someone touching her. A stiff spine was a natural reaction. So, she smirked and said sardonically, "Well, hello there."

Wriggling out of Scarab's hold, she watched the other woman bound about cheerfully and clearly already feeling something. A monkey bounded down to meet Scarab's coos and Faye wrinkled her nose. Monkeys were such filthy animals.

She nodded to The Corinthian and introduced herself to the man she did not quite know yet. "Hector, I assume," she said, throwing herself down in a chair and crossing her legs. "Faye Valentine at your service."

She agreed wholeheartedly with Hector's comment about getting down to business, and, as if to prove her point, she removed her gun from its holster, set it on the table, and cracked open her bottle of tequila. One long swig was down her throat in less than four seconds.

Scarab stuck her toungue out at Hector for taking away her gift, then thoroughly ignored him as Jack climbed onto her shoulder and started playing with locks of her raven hair.
She rolled her eyes briefly at Alex's introduction of himself, but let it stay at 'The Corinthian' for now. ...Alex seemed to be in a bit of a mood and she wasn't intent on pissing him off anymore.

She passed the seat next to Faye and wrinkled her nose at the other woman slamming tquila luke warm and straight.
" Ew! At least do proper shots, Faye." she admonished and displayed a lime from her bag.
Sitting next to the other woman , she left the bag next to her and set out the packs of salt.
Cutting one of the limes into eighths, she passed one over to Faye.

"Burbon for the nightmare.." she said with a wink and showed the bottle to Alex,. " Dark rum for the pirate" that one she set on the table.
" Miss Valentine, I think I shall join you, but I insist on proper shot glasses."
Scarab grinned, then took the cigarette Jack had so thoughtfully removed from behind her ear.

((OOC: sorry! sorry >.

Hector grinned at the presented bottle of rum, leaning forward to grab it by the neck and draw it to him. He grabbed a lime, as well, quickly biting out the bulk of it before setting the rind aside. An unmanicured hand came to roughly twist off the bottle's top, pouring a glassful. The bottle hit the table loudly once more, left unopened. Another smile to Sarab, "Yer a doll, lass." He raised his hand in cheers before tipping the glass to his mouth and swallowing heavily.

He downed half the class before pausing, moving in his chair to relax a little further. Another quick drink, and he reached to remove his hat from his head, setting it to hang askew from the chair's back. He was lost on anything to say, though he wasn't quite sure if it was nessessary. "I've not been here long..." He could start something, at least, "But I trust that this's one 'a' the more damagin' curses ta hit the City. There's a great hullabaloo followin' it, more than usual."

"I didn't have a chance to pick anything up," said the Nightmare as an apology to Scarab, Faye, and their host. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat then pushed his sunglasses farther up his nose.

"Thanks," he nodded to Scarab, eager to break open that bottle of bourbon to pour a glass, or two, or three, and he did so if allowed, eyeing the monkey the entire time. His mood was anything but celebratory, though it wasn't so dark and drab as to spoil anyone else's, that was unless the white-blonde ghost opened his mouth, the normal one. Then all bets would be off. "Fine words," said The Corinthian to the captain in a cool, mostly unsarcastic tone.

The chair Faye was sitting in was comfortable enough, though she really preferred her plush couch to it. She wasn't here to feel at ease, though. She was here to get tanked. Giving Scarab a withering look, Faye snorted and said, "Please, Scarab, this is doing a proper shot." And with that she threw her head back and let the alcohol work its way down her throat.

She looked at the host of this little party--Hector, was it?--and nodded her head. "The curses are all the same to me," she answered. "Same damn crap right after the other. Doesn't matter if it's raining booze or blood, everyone has something to say about it."

Faye held out her Zippo and produced a cigarette from her pocket. She threw the pack on the table and lit one for herself, tasting tar and tequila. An interesting combination. She held out the little flame for Scarab and said to Alex, "Always unprepared." She smirked playfully at him and looked at Hector. "This one," she continued sarcastically, pointing to Alex, "not good for anything."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only